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Shout it aloud, do not hold back. Raise your voice like a trumpet. Declare to my people their rebellion and to the house of Jacob their sins. For day after day they seek me out; they seem eager to know my ways, as if they were a nation that does what is right and has not forsaken the commands of its God. They ask me for just decisions and seem eager for God to come near them.
‘Why have we fasted,’ they say, ‘and you have not seen it? Why have we humbled ourselves, and you have not noticed?’ “Yet on the day of your fasting, you do as you please and exploit all your workers. Your fasting ends in quarreling and strife, and in striking each other with wicked fists.
You cannot fast as you do today and expect your voice to be heard on high. Is this the kind of fast I have chosen, only a day for a man to humble himself? Is it only for bowing one’s head like a reed and for lying on sackcloth and ashes? Is that what you call a fast, a day acceptable to the LORD ?
“Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke? Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter - when you see the naked, to clothe him, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?
Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear; then your righteousness [a] will go before you, and the glory of the LORD will be your rear guard. Then you will call, and the LORD will answer; you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I.
“If you do away with the yoke of oppression, with the pointing finger and malicious talk, and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then your light will rise in the darkness, and your night will become like the noonday.
The LORD will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail.
Isaiah 58:1-11 (NIV)
We closed our book study of Red Letters last week with several in our book study group agreeing to fast on Fridays (from sunrise to sunset, or between breakfast and dinner as each of us sees fit). I read Red Letters for the first time about 8 months ago. I had already read Fields of the Fatherless by Tom Davis, Dangerous Surrender by Kay Warren, and a few other books that turned my heart toward scripture in a new effort to follow Christ’s instructions regarding “the least of these”. I was feeling a need to do more to engage in the fight against extreme poverty and to seek the Lord’s specific plan for the action that I was to take. I began fasting on Fridays. I had fasted before, but I always came away from it feeling like I had made a sacrifice, but didn’t really feel I had grown as a result of it. I didn’t even realize that my focus was on what fasting would produce in my own life instead of a focus on love and obedience to my Lord.
When I began fasting with a heart broken for the widow, the orphan, and those living in extreme poverty, and with a desire to know God’s heart in regard to them, everything changed. Suddenly, my fast days were filled with promptings to think about how things changed when I was hungry. I noticed that it was harder for me to be patient and loving toward my kids when I was hungry. How does hunger effect the families that live with it every day? It was also harder to have the energy to work. Fridays are also our heavy cleaning and cooking day in preparation for our Saturday rest day. How would it feel to be walking 3 miles for water on an empty stomach? I began to think about how hunger even effected my early bonding with Feven and Nati. How does hunger effect a mother and her newborn baby that her body can’t produce enough to satisfy? How would it feel to be hungry and know that it was not a matter of choice, and that no food was close at hand to end the hunger? These questions made me pray with a new emotion and fervency. I felt drawn to God’s heart and my desire to in some small way alleviate some of the suffering that His heart must feel. For the first time in my life the fast wasn’t about me at all, and for the first time I actually felt drawn in to Him on those days.
I welcome you to join me in fasting on Fridays, and I look forward to hearing your stories of drawing closer to God.
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First, before I start - this is not an appeal for giving to our carepoint. I am completely comfortable that Ludlati is in God’s hands and that we have no need to badger anyone for support. Having said that, I do think that we all need to seriously consider how important it is to give generously to support the poor. Where?.. How?... I can’t tell you that. Seek God with that question, He won’t leave you without an answer if you desire to give deeply of what you have. Why do I think it is so important to support those in need… to an extent that demonstrates real compassion? (Remember that definition again – the Greek root words mean “to suffer with”). I’ll start with 48 reasons – 48 reasons among hundreds in God’s Word. No need to look all these up, they are listed on this site under “About > Perspective” on the menu bar above, or at this link: “About > Perspective”
Leviticus 19:18; Matthew 19:16-21; Matthew 22:34-40; Mark 12: 28-34; Luke 10:25-28; Romans 13:8-10; Galatians 5:13-14; James 2:8-9; Leviticus 25:35; Deuteronomy 15:7-8; Deuteronomy 15:10-12; Zechariah 7:8-10; Matthew 9:21; Luke3:10-11; James 2:14-19; 2 Corinthians 8:12-15; Exodus 22:21-23; Deuteronomy 10:18; Deuteronomy 14:28-30; Job 24:1-4; Psalm 10:14; Psalm 68:5; Jeremiah 49:11; Isaiah 1:17; Isaiah 1:23; Matthew 18:5; John 14:18; James 1:22-27; Exodus 23:10-12; Leviticus 19:9-10; Leviticus 23:21-23; Exodus 23:4-6; Deuteronomy 24:17-18; Deuteronomy 27:19; 1 Kings 3:10-12; 2 Samuel 12:1-5; Job 29:16; Job 31:17-23; Psalm 112:4-6; Psalm 140:11-13; Luke 18:7-8; James 2:1-7;
Isaiah 10:1-3; Amos 5:6-7; Ezekiel 16:49; Matthew 23:23-24; Matthew 25:34-26; Luke 16:19-26
When you read these, note how many say “you must support a Ludlati orphan”. That’s right, precisely zero. I make no pretense to tell you where or how God has told you to have compassion for those in severe need. However, I will be bold in this assertion: God HAS told you to have true compassion for those in need. To love them as you love yourself. To love them as if they are Jesus… because Jesus said that in some very real way they ARE Him. To give until there is equality. He’s told you to do that. How do I know that? He made those instructions universally to all of us in His Word.
I just listed three things God told you to do. He told me the same thing. My grades: FAIL, FAIL, and FAIL. Thank God for grace. But I will tell you that I believe I may be getting close to a D-minus for effort. And God has met my weak and feeble effort with a peace and joy, a security in my life and purpose that I have longed for all my life but always failed to find. God’s goal is not judgment. It is for us to share in His joy and His heart’s desire. He loves us… just as much as he loves the poor. By giving we connect with His heart, the poor see and feel His love through us, and He is pleased.
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Something was always missing from my life. Not that I didn’t have a good family, good education, even good Biblically-based instruction. But I always knew something was missing, and I felt a compelling emptiness and lack of purpose that I did not know how to fill.
I knew enough about the Bible to know that my peace and joy are promised as gifts from God. I knew that true purpose and meaning could only be found in serving God. So I tried. I truly expected that my faith would ultimately bring about the full promises of peace, joy, completeness in God. But it never came… until the past year.
What changed? I began living my life differently. I started to realize how consistently God calls us to act as if we really love others like we love ourselves. I began trying to do that out of obedience. Read John 14 and 15. Depending how you count, there are 4 to 8 times in just two chapters where Jesus stresses that we must follow his commandments. But there are so many… which ones? How? Is it the Law again? God is good, and He knows that we aren’t too bright (at least I’m not). So He does not leave us in doubt. After stressing over and over that we must follow His commandments, He gives us a direct answer to the questions He knew we’d have.
“This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you.” - John 15:12
Sounds a lot like loving our neighbor as ourselves, like living a life that gives tirelessly of our time, our energy, our all – to serve those who are broken, needy, the outcasts of society. Isn’t that what Jesus’ love looked like?
John 15:12 is preceded in verse 11 by: “These things I have spoken to you that that My joy may remain in you, that your joy may be full.” It is so clear to me now. I do have to rely on God and His grace to provide for me through faith. But as we’re told in the book of James, faith without works is dead. He provides what I was missing by grace – my works can never do that. But my faith was dead, and began bearing fruit in my life only when I first followed His commands.
PS. Did I say “read John 14 and 15”? Please do. Really, really good stuff in there.
Posted by Jim at 08:54 PM.
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…in many ways I hope the whole world never looks like this. In other ways, my heart cries out for the whole world to look like this. The post below is from Katie Davis’ blog. If you don’t know Katie, you should read her story… amazing. But something in me screams that it should not be amazing. It should be common among those who truly follow Jesus. Her blog is at:
http://amazima.org/blog.html
I don’t even know where to start to tell about all that God has been doing in our lives since I last wrote. I know that my words aren’t even close to adequate to describe His goodness and love.
A week ago today, I turned twenty one. I sat in awe as I celebrated with 14 beautiful girls who call me Mommy. (Ok one actually calls me “Maamaaaamammaaa”) I wondered why God chose me, little ole twenty one year old me, to be entrusted with so much. There is nothing greater than the responsibility of raising a child to love Jesus. Except maybe raising 14. Words are escaping me. Two years ago today, two we moved into this home. In the last years I have learned more about Jesus, about myself, and about life than I ever could have imagined. I am so thankful. So, so very thankful for the life you have given me Jesus, for entrusting me with so much when I deserve so little…
Last Thursday as I was meeting with some women in the village of Masese, one of them got a call from her brother that there was a child dying near the local steel mill and did she know anyone who could help… So it was off to the steel mill where I met the sickest little boy I have ever seen (I know, I know, I say that every time, but I am serious…. God just gears me up for it a little at a time…) David looked merely dead, breathing shallowly as I took his naked, 15 pound, 4 year old body into my lap. His mom was “scrapping”, or digging around the steel mill for nickel-sized pieces of scrap metal that she may be able to sell for 2 cents. As we waited for her to come back, I felt sure that this child was going to breathe his last at any moment. When she got back to their closet-sized home, she explained that her husband had left her for another woman last year when she miscarried (often viewed as a curse in rural villages). Since he has been the only one providing an income for her, David and her other 3 children, and since she had never been to school, she began the practice of picking scrap metal. In just 30 minutes in her yard, WITH shoes on, I cut my feet twice… It broke my hear to think of all the physical pain she was having to endure every day as she cut her hands and feet trying to find this metal that may sell for enough to buy them a small sack of corn flour. She cried as she explained that they had not eaten in three days because no one had wanted to buy her metal. I felt certain that David would not make it through the night, and I am guessing I do not have to tell you what happened next. I scooped him up, put him in the car and took him home where my sweet, loving girls welcomed him with open arms, and we gave him all the ORS and Pediasure he wanted
The next day at the hospital, we found that David had sickle cell anemia, which was worsened severely by his chronic malnourishment. While they gave him his blood transfusion, I was very thankful for a doctor that, though he may not know it all, knew more than me. I watched David like a hawk all weekend, making sure he had lots to eat and drink and all his medicines and vitamins at the right time, but he continued to weaken after the initial improvement following his transfusion. He cried all the time as it hurt his little body to sit, to stand, to lay… just to be. He finally gained the strength to stand, but shook the whole time. This morning, when his feet began to swell, I took him to the hospital where I asked that he be admitted. Though they won’t do anything different, I imagine, I want his mom to be able to sleep with him and I will feel better with someone who knows more than me about sickle cell supervising. Please pray for sweet David tonight…
At the same time all this was going on, three of my children have had very high fever’s and Patricia has had severe pneumonia (they are all doing so much better now, thank you Jesus.) Sleep was infrequent for this Momma and I had a lot of time to just ponder the fragility of life. We are but a vapor. I think we know that we could die tomorrow, or worse that our children could, but do we really KNOW it? You know, LIVE as if we know in our hearts that we are just a breath, that we will wither and fade like the grass and the flowers… I know there are days when I don’t. I am not meaning to be morbid, simply realistic. Because I know that if I lived like I really KNEW this truth, if I treated everyone as if they were David and might be taken tomorrow, I would love better. I would hug my children tighter and hold them longer. I would tell people thank you more often and I would tell God thank you more often. I am thankful that as I care for sick children often, this is something I am reminded of often, and I pray that it would change the way I life my life.
Francis Chan wrote, “How we live our days, is how we live our lives.” I had to read it several times as I let it soak in. Because it is true. So often we find ourselves waiting for a specific moment, a specific call, something special. For what? How we spend our days… that will be our LIFE. Because today could be it. If Jesus came back today and said, “Let’s go!” would we be ready? Would we be doing what we want to be doing when we meet Jesus? People say to me often, “You are so lucky that you found your calling, that you know your purpose in life.” This statement boggles my mind. I AM so blessed to live the life that I do. But it isn’t rocket science. God did NOT part the sky and shout out to me, “Katie! Serve my people.” I read it in His word. You can too. We can all see as plain as day that Jesus says the number one commandment is to love the Lord and love your neighbor. I happened to move to Uganda and love those neighbors, but that is not the point. As believers, we should already KNOW our calling; it is to love the Lord and love our neighbors by caring for them in whatever broken state they are in. When He said that “the poor will always be among us” I don’t think he meant that as an excuse not to worry about it but as a reminder that there is ALWAYS a neighbor, no matter where we are, in a worse condition than we are. I can only believe that God created us to make this world a little better. That he designed us in love to show that love to others. I just don’t know what everyone is waiting for.
I am so thankful for my sweet children and their beautiful example of loving their neighbors and welcoming them into our home without blinking an eye. When my head is thinking (don’t judge me ) “Oh my goodness. God? Do you really think I can handle one more? I was just starting to get used to Josephine being here and the meds schedule she is on… are you really giving me another one?” My girls do not question. They see a baby who needs love and carry him off to feed, bathe and dote on him as if it is the most normal thing in the world. Shouldn’t it be? While I am starting to feel overwhelmed, they are feeling overjoyed at the prospect of helping someone else. Oh, what I learn from their beautiful hearts… As I remember the brevity of my life, I pray that I can live more like them. I pray that this whisper that is my time on earth would change the whispers’ of my neighbors, would strengthen and enrich them.
So hug your children a little tighter and hold them a little longer. Say thank you to people more often and say thank you to God more often. Love your neighbor well today. We will be trying our best to do the same over on our side of the globe.
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First, a round of applause for Don and Barbra. Sometimes I worry that I’ll be perceived as putting the most into KTM because I do so much of the writing. But that’s just because I’m a loudmouth (at least when I write) and I like to do it. Don and Barbra have made this happen – the website would not even exist without many late nights from Don, and that doesn’t even begin to address the Swaziland trip and everything else they do. Thanks guys.
We’ve given answers on WHAT and WHERE in previous posts, although we will be continually expanding on those topics. Also, if you’re new or if you still have questions on WHAT and WHERE, comment on this post or contact us. Please… we want you to know what we’re all about and get to know you. We can do both if you ask questions.
HOW?
We will support our Ludlati carepoint in several ways:
Monthly financial support – We are seeking commitments of $34 or more per month to provide food, school fees for education, and regular visits from a team of Swazis who teach about God and his love.
Personal relationships – We will build one-on-one relationships with our kids at Ludlati - many of whom have no one to go home to (and no home for that matter) – through regular correspondence.
Capital projects – Delivery of meals, education, and training can be done without shelter and facilities… but not nearly as well as it can be done with them. A complete development plan is being prepared for Ludlati, but we already know that a well, kitchen, and fence are the first priorities. That will require $15,000 - $20,000, and we already have $10,000 pledged toward this effort. Additional capital projects in future years will probably require another $20,000. No problem. God is big enough. He will do His part. Which, in this case, is to multiply our loaves and fishes. Remember the widow’s mite. Her gift was the most significant to Jesus. Our first priority is to gather monthly commitments. However, if God puts it on your heart to do more, this is the next priority. If you can’t make an ongoing commitment, this is another option – no amount is too small (I’m going to digress on this point at the end).
Travel – We will travel to Ludlati 2-3 times every year. “We” does not mean Jim, Jen, Don, and/or Barbra. It means anyone and everyone from our group who feels led to go. If that’s you… now or any time in the future, contact us. God will make the way.
Ok, but HOW will we do the HOW?
Our financial support will go through Children’s Hope Chest (CHC), a registered 501(c)(3) nonprofit organization (tax term there, can’t help myself). Delivery of food, discipleship, and coordination of travel will be a joint effort of CHC and Adventures in Missions (AIM), another nonprofit organization. Daily cooking and food distribution will be a volunteer effort of a handful of local Swazi women who are already giving of their own scarce resources to do what they can for these kids. Combined, our monthly support, capital projects, travel, and the efforts of compassionate volunteers and CHC/AIM staff will turn an undeveloped piece of land into a source of life and hope for kids who currently have, at best, a tenuous grasp on both.
Details regarding the actual execution of donations to our carepoint are currently being arranged with CHC. But we need to begin gathering our support now. If you want to help in any of the ways listed above, comment on this post or contact us. If not us, who? If not now, when?
I promised to digress (of course you know by now that I’ll do that even without a promise to do so). The widow’s mite. Consider that for a moment. Let me tell you a story. A true story about a family that does not have much money. A family with a lot of kids (I lost count a while ago). When we invited our KTM group to participate in the cost of Don’s trip, they had nothing to give. So these kids painted rocks, took them around their neighborhood, and sold them as paperweights. They gave all of that money for Don’s trip. Here’s the point: I don’t give a flying rip about the accounting measurement of what I have given compared to what they have given. Their gift is immeasurably greater than mine. From this day on, I will strive to live up to their example. They gave all they had – their time, their effort, and when they generated money, they considered $0 of it to be theirs and gave it all. I have given from my abundance, they gave their all. Seems like Jesus had something to say about that widow’s mite.
Now here’s the really good part. This is all joy. None of this is a guilt trip, none of this is arm-twisting. I spent 39 years searching, praying, fighting for the peace and joy that I knew should be part of my walk with God. Never got it. Maybe glimpses, but certainly not in full. It was always there, but I was standing to the side while the river flowed by. He will do His part. He was always yearning to do His part for me. All I had to do is step into the river to be washed over. Stepping into the river is only accomplished by doing our part. Not by standing outside His will and demanding that the river move to us. Perhaps my experience cannot be generalized to all of us. But read His Word critically, read the scriptures under “About” / “Perspectives” on the menu bar above. Maybe I’m right… maybe.
Look, I’m not going to pretend to have it all together. I don’t. That’s the beauty of this. You don’t have to do anything great, just take one significant step into the river, the joy you receive will draw you in as deep as you are supposed to go. He will do His part. In this case, part of that is our joy and part is multplying our loaves and fishes. If he is God, what is the difficulty?
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Today I’m going to borrow from two forum posts by one of our members, Christine. I think both are moving and relevant to the message we are trying to convey. Before I dive into that, an update on our carepoint: We have chosen a carepoint – Ludlati – which you can see starting at 4:10 through 8:50 in the “Part 1” video from Monday’s post. Opportunities to connect with our community there – financially and personally will follow shortly. More pictures and video from Ludlati will be posted by this weekend.
The first borrowed content is an excerpt from a devotional by Oswald Chambers (I especially like the last two sentences of the first paragraph – very Pascal-ish, so this will substitute for the weekly Pensee):
Draw nigh to God, and He will draw nigh to you. James 4:8
It is essential to give people a chance of acting on the truth of God. The responsibility must be left with the individual, you cannot
act for him, it must be his own deliberate act, but the evangelical message ought always to lead a man to act. The paralysis of refusing
to act leaves a man exactly where he was before; when once he acts, he is never the same. It is the foolishness of it that stands in the way of hundreds who have been convicted by the Spirit of God. Immediately I precipitate myself over into an act, that second I live; all the rest is existence. The moments when I truly live are the moments when I act with my whole will.
Never allow a truth of God that is brought home to your soul to pass without acting on it… The feeblest saint who transacts business
with Jesus Christ is emancipated the second he acts; all the almighty power of God is on his behalf…
The second post I’m borrowing from describes a short-term mission trip:
My daughter and I traveled to the DR in the summer of 2008 with Windsor Road Christian Church and GO Ministries. Here is the letter we wrote upon our return. The trip didn’t turn out exactly as planned…
Our bus ride from the airport in Santiago to our dorm in Hato del Yaque revealed that the DR is full of interesting smells, erratic driving and a lively nightlife. There were people, even small children, outside everywhere. It was the children that really captured our hearts. They were so eager to connect with us and we treasured the opportunities we had to do that.
Our trip was to include three days of construction on two churches/feeding centers followed by Vacation Bible School at two churches in the mountains. However, on the morning of our second day of construction I became ill. A doctor was called in and I ended up receiving intravenous fluids for dehydration. Needless to say, I hadn’t planned on spending most of our trip down, but I’m resting in God’s absolute sovereignty, His infinite wisdom and His perfect love. I’m clinging to His promises that He will use trials for good (Romans 8:28-29, Hebrews 12:7,11, 1 Peter 1:6-7, James 1:2-4) to mature us and make us more like His Son.
In Deuteronomy 8:2 God reveals that He led the Israelites in the desert for forty years to humble them and to test them in order to know what was in their hearts. God has definitely used this experience in the DR to reveal some things in my heart. I still feel as though I’m trying to get my mind around all He is teaching me through this.
My first thoughts upon getting sick were, “I just want to go home (NOW!)” and “I’m never coming back (EVER!)” However, I see now that my suffering does not mean I was not right where God wanted me to be. Nor does my suffering mean that I’m just not cut out for this sort of thing and I shouldn’t go back. I started thinking about Paul and all He suffered (2 Corinthians 11:23-29). He didn’t see these trials as a call out of ministry. He embraced them as an opportunity to share in the sufferings of our Savior (Philippians 3:10-11). He endured hardship as discipline (Hebrews 12:7) and trusted in the sufficiency of God’s grace to carry him in his weakness (2 Corinthians 12:9). I am humbled by such meekness.
God used my illness to mature Madeline as well. She was pushed way out of her comfort zones. She had to trust God and our team to take care of us. I think her statement on our last night in the DR is a fitting conclusion. She told me that she would like to return to the DR. This was a shock to me. I thought she would want to distance herself from the unpleasant experiences of the week. She said that when she works on a Bible study or devotional at home, she often feels like she’s not really growing. But this experience really showed her a lot of things about herself and God. This experience really pushed her and hard as it was…she liked that
It was good for me to be afflicted so that I might learn your decrees. Psalm 119:71
For me, Psalm 119 polishes off this post perfectly. What I take from this is that we spend too much time fighting, praying, and believing for our comfort, peace, prosperity… All good things… all things that are ours through God’s promises… but just not where I see God telling us to focus in most of His Word. Those things are His job. The emphasis for us is on taking action. Taking action in ways that are uncomfortable and that require sacrifice, discomfort, and risk. Accepting that we have a cross to bear, that the world will hate us because it hated Him first. And knowing that somehow, in His plan, we will grow and benefit from that. Refusing affliction denies us the ability to learn from Him (I know you may not like that but don’t blame me – I didn’t say it – He did (see Psalm 119 above)). I believe that there are incredible, wonderful promises of what we receive as God’s kids. But we somtimes become so focused on “what’s in it for me” that we spend our time and effort pursuing benefits for us rather than DOING what we are told to do.
He’ll do His part. I don’t have to (and I can’t) make him do His part, and that’s not my job anyway. I just need to do my part (which means DO what His Word tells us to DO) and rest in the comfort that He is Omnipotent God of the Universe, and He loves me with a love that I cannot comprehend. Maybe I’m nuts, but given those parameters, somehow I think He’ll uphold His end of the bargain.
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