Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Working!






Location: With my back against the heater in the kitchen of our ministry base in Sighisoara, Romania, about 10pm on the evening of the 23rd of November.

I am exhausted, but I wanted to let you know that my computer is working. I am now a little behind in some emails, and wow, do I have a lot of pictures I need to share with you! Here are a few from tonight with the teenage boys, from a visit to V. a couple of weeks ago, a hike to the village that neighbors mine, and a youth gather at our ministry base.

Yes, today was a long, rainy day. Today really started last night, because I gave a French test that lasted till after 10pm. Then I went home, started a fire, ate dinner, and eventually went to bed--just in time to wake up today, finish the test, teach some French and English and do push-ups for homework not turned in, and then hitchhike to town to work with my waiting team. When I arrived, God told me I would be slapped in the face (figuratively) when I walked through the door. Behind the first two doors, I found no one. By the third, I walked in an got slapped in the face with the day's expectations--I am thankful the Lord prepared me. Without even five minutes' break (except for our team lunch time), I worked on removing window glass all day. (I was trying to do it so carefully that I was quite surprised when the professional came and simple took the hammer to the glass, sending shards flying everywhere! I guess little boys never grow up--we all like to see and hear glass break!) I finished just in time to take 9 boys and a collegue to the village of C. where I currently live. There we did a wood project in the workshop, making picture frames. At 8:30pm, I was finally able to sit down and eat some dinner, and think about you.

That is when I read some of my emails. You all flooded my inbox yesterday, and I want to thank you for the encouragement! Especially after a fairly hard day today.

I did have a great day yesterday in Targu Mures. I got to visit my friend who helped me get my computer taken care of, and I also visited some new friends who run some group homes and other ministry areas for an organization that is a partnership between Americans and Romanians. I was impressed, and it reminded me of the work I did in that field in the States.

I cannot tell you too much about the great day yesterday, because life goes on! Tomorrow I plan to visit V. again, which I look forward to every week. And Thursday I have been invited to a large Thanksgiving dinner celebration with other Americans, so I am looking forward to my favorite holiday. The weekend might include a visit to the Brasov area, and then December will hit full-force: we already unloaded 5,000 pairs of boots last Friday. Soon we will be stuffing boots with knit socks, preparing our Christmas programs, and hosting more than 70 guests, visitors, and and short-term mission team members.

In the midst of all of this, I just want to tell you that my walk with God is getting closer and closer. Even as I am weakened by fatigue or frustration, I run to my Lord more quickly, and I spend more time in His Word. His name is always on my lips in prayer, and my heart beats only for Him. I was please when some friends wanted me to join them for an evening of fun. They first wanted to invite me to join them for "I Love Lucy" and Oreos, but one reminded them that I do not like television or chocolate. Then they wanted to have a game night, but they remembered that I am not big on games or groups of people. Finally, they suggested that they have a prayer night so that I would come! That never happened, but I praise the Lord that people see that my favorite thing is Him! Maybe you think I am an old fuddy-duddy, but I very much enjoy sitting with Him, reading in His Word, and letting His love wrap around me as His Spirit whispers within me.

May the same be true for you as you look at this Thanksgiving with heavenly eyes (see a couple of the photos above where ordinary things reminded me of my Savior). I bless you in the Name of our Jesus!

A Rose From Home

A Rose From Home

My Story (As prepared for my church congregation this spring--2009)


I have a story to tell you. I am the main character, but the story is not about me. I have traveled several parts of the world, but my adventure has been closer to home. I am twenty-six years old. My story begins like many of yours…

I grew up going to church. I had been born into a family who labeled themselves “Christian,” in a country that labels itself “Christian.” Every Sunday found me attending a worship service and Sunday school in a mainline denomination church. I served as an acolyte, attended Vacation Bible School, helped my dad count and record the offering money, sang in the youth choir, was a leader in the youth group, and occasionally served as liturgist. Baptized as an infant, I was confirmed at the age of twelve, thus becoming an “official” member of the church. Then, hurt by the church, my family left to find another.

Have you ever been hurt by the Church?

After months of searching, we settled into a very large independent church. Things were different there, and I was quickly welcomed and at home among new friends that truly had a passion for Jesus. The Word of God was taught boldly from the pulpit, and I was introduced to a missions-aware lifestyle. So it was with regret that I said goodbye only a couple of years later to move with my family to another church. I purposely remained aloof, not wanting to make new friendships before I left for college a year later. Besides, I was loosing my faith—or so I thought—and I didn’t want anyone to know. I was asking scary questions like “Is there really a God?” and, if so, “Is He the Christian God?” and “Would I be Christian if I had been born in another part of the world?”

Have you ever asked yourself unsettling questions about what you believe?

So I headed into college under a cloud of confusion that only worsened for the next two years. Though I didn’t know what I believed anymore, I continued to go to church every Sunday, and to help lead worship in chapel. Most importantly, even during this questioning, I continued my morning habit of daily study of the Bible. I had begun at age twelve, reading at first a chapter per day, then ten minutes each morning, then an half-hour, and so on. So, only by the grace of the very God I doubted, I remained anchored in His Word and in His community, though I felt like a fake most of the time. Since then I have learned that “fake” is the worst insult the world can give us; that is why the label of “hypocrite” is so offensive.

Have you ever felt like a fake?

Six weeks with missionaries in South Africa followed by a year in France began to teach me what life with God is all about. I began rebuilding my faith, this time it belonged to me, in contrast to me borrowing the faith of my parents, church, or anyone else. In my parent’s basement in 2003, on either Christmas Eve or New Year’s Eve, I invited Jesus to live in me; perhaps I had done so before, but I didn’t recall—but since 2003, I have never forgotten that moment. Unfortunately, nothing changed. I continued to do my best to act like a Christian, as I had done for so long.

Have you ever found yourself “doing your best” to be a good person, or to act like a Christian?

Though I did not realize it at the time, I was quenching the Spirit, even though I had welcomed Him into my life. During the next few years, the LORD continued to nurture me, and slowly things began to change. Several tough months in Idaho birthed my prayer-life. I spent three years being humbled in a job that was my informal seminary training. In 2007, a short stint in Mexico helped me to see things as they were, and not long afterward, I was baptized by immersion. No baptism of any kind can save a lost soul—only Jesus can do that. However, this baptism was an important covenant between me and God, symbolizing not only my death and resurrection with Jesus and my public profession of faith, but it also my life change, the beginning of my bearing fruit. “For each tree is known by its own fruit…”according to Luke 6:44. During the past year and a half, the LORD has provided me with an informal pastoral internship in my church, teaching me every aspect of discipleship. Simultaneously, I have been studying unceasing prayer and worship. I am now very different than I was five years ago.

In the Book of Acts (which tells the story of the earliest years of the Church) every time a person decided to follow Christ, two things took place—though not always in the same order. Each person experienced a life change, which I call the “baptism of repentance,” as well as the indwelling of the Holy Spirit, which I call the “baptism of the Spirit.” Looking back, I realize that the Holy Spirit was living in me in 2003, but it wasn’t until I surrendered everything to God, as represented by my immersion, that I allowed the Spirit to have His way in me and transform my life. “I have been crucified with Christ; and it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now life in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself up for me. (Galatians 2:20)”

Have you invited Jesus to live in you? Have you allowed the Spirit to transform your life?

I tell you this story for two reasons. First, I tell this story in order to boast in the LORD! May God our Father get all praise and glory forever! Second, I tell this story because it is relevant to you. Likely you have heard that I am leaving the country: I have let my light shine before you; please let your light shine within the Church, too! This congregation is in revival, and as each of you allows the Spirit to revive you, the entire Church will be revived and utterly transformed, to the glory of the Most High God. And for His glory is the reason He created us; the reason He sent His only Son to reveal Himself to us; the reason He became Sin for us and died for us on the cross—while we were still sinners; and the reason that He conquered death and offered us eternal life with Him.

It will cost you a lot—in fact, it will cost you everything, your very life. But if you have never surrendered your life to Christ Jesus, if you have never invited Him to send His Spirit into you and to transform your life, then do it right now. Just let go of everything to which you are desperately clinging; stop trying to do it yourself! This is the very reason you are still breathing in this physical life—God has been delaying His judgment of this sinful world because He is waiting for you—2 Peter 3:9 says He wants none to perish!

If you have already invited the Spirit into your life, then live like it! Bear fruit! Anyone and everyone who meets you or knows you or sees you or hears you should know immediately and clearly that Jesus the Christ lives in you and loves them! That is how stark the contrast should be between your life and the world around you!

Have you immersed yourself in God’s Word and in prayer in the last twenty-four hours?

If you call yourself a follower of Christ, then there is no excuse for not communing with Him daily! Anchor yourself in the Word! God has revealed Himself to us through His Son, Jesus Christ, and the Bible is a complete and accurate record of that revelation. And prayer is humbly letting Him love us. Let Him love you! God doesn’t need us, but He wants us! God doesn’t need us to live for Him—He wants to live in and through us! Let us love and fellowship with one another, even when you disagree! Pray for each other—the names in the church directory are a great place to start! Church, we are not only the Body of Christ, but we are the Bride of Christ. We have allowed ourselves to get bedraggled and stained—now let us stand to the glory of God! Let’s let Him purify us, restore us, and love us!

My dear Brothers and Sisters, if you have ever once been blessed by God our Father at work in me, then I urge you, please, take seriously His desire to love and work in you, beyond anything you can ask or imagine! I have told you the beginning of my story—may it end in glory to the Father, in the Name of Jesus, by way of His Spirit.

Now, what is your story?