Sunday, March 16, 2014

What Do You Already Have? Give it to God and Let Him Multiply It!

REAP Ministries/Lifeline Children's Services Camp, Bentol, Liberia February 2014

As I joined a group of older Liberian orphans or those who had been abandoned, at camp two weeks ago, I was asked to share a devotion with them. 

Immediately my thoughts began to race, "What would I say?  How could I identify with this group?" Their African culture, their heart-wrenching life experiences of grief and loss, their on-going need for even the basics was something this obsessively spoiled American could not in the least bit identify with.  Thankfully, the Lord quickly led my thoughts to a question He has asked me before and it is the same question He asked His disciples, "What do you have?"

The feeding of the 5,000 men (and of course there had to be women and children in this group, as well) is recorded in each of the gospels (Matthew 14:13-21; Mark 6:30-44; Luke9:10-17; John 6:1-14).  It is clear Jesus already had a plan for feeding this throng of people following Him, but He wanted His disciples to learn a new perspective when faced with great need and especially when the monetary resources were not enough to satisfy it. 

Now Jesus may not have posed this exact question to His disciples, "What do you already have?", but the scriptures are clear He was asking them to take care of these people's specific need with what they already had available to them. How often do you and I address a great need with, "Hmmm, what do we already have?" instead of, "How much is this going to cost?"

That became the topic for my devotion to those 60+ seated in front of me, that morning, who have next to nothing compared to the material things I possess. I helped them begin to list the things they already had; 1) they were breathing and they were alive 2) currently they were eating three meals each day 3) they were learning a trade 4) while they may not have parents to love and care for them, they had those who did love them and those who could identify with them 5) they were strong and healthy 6) they could see 7) they were receiving an education 8) they had at least the clothes on their backs 8) they had a place to lay their heads at night (more than their Savior had) 9) their God loves them and knows them each by name.  And the list could have gone on and on. 

Interestingly enough, the Christian's first thought of meeting a need is almost instantly countered on "How much will it cost?" or "We don't have enough money to do that?"  If you read each of these stories in the gospels, that was exactly how the disciples approached, what seemed to be an impossible situation, when Jesus said, "You feed them!"

Now, Jesus could easily have conjured up some other miraculous way of feeding this crowd.  He could have asked His Father to cause low-flying quail to migrate to this group or have manna drop from heaven, as He had done in the Old Testament.  Or He could have turned the stones lying all around where these 5,000+ people were now standing into bread and hit one of them with a staff to produce enough water for each to drink their fill.  Obviously, this is not what Jesus had in mind for this particular occasion.

I thought I remembered writing about His posing this question to me many years ago, "What do you have in your hand?" in another blog post, but I could not quickly find it.  He used Jill Briscoe's presentation at an Asheville Women's Prayer Breakfast, when I was in my late 20's, to begin building a strong foundation for this perspective.  I believe this is one of the ways He has been equipping me for 'such a time as this' all my life and He continues to broaden my understanding and deepen my accountability for this truth. 

If we look closely at the account in John, Jesus specifically speaks to Phillip about the feeding of the 5,000.  "Where shall we buy bread for these people to eat?", Jesus asked
him. Of course, there was no one place nearby that could support the feeding of that many without multiple days spent in prior preparations.  Phillip's reply, "It would take more than half a year's wages to buy enough bread for each one to have a bite!"  There it is, "We don't have enough money to do...!"  I wonder what did Jesus think about Phillip's reply?  The scriptures do not share His thoughts with us, but...????  


Is there anything that is too hard for our God to do, even if there aren't enough funds to do it???  So, what should our perspective or approach be to a situation that seems insurmountable because there aren't enough funds to meet the need?

Next we see where another disciple, Andrew, who had apparently been searching for what they did have comes forward with 5 small barley loaves and two fish.    While Andrew is doubtful this will be enough, at least he brings what he has, or rather what someone else had, to Jesus.  We are not told if the owner of this food was a willing donor or not, but we know Andrew had at least begun to look for what others might have available. 


Jesus, without hesitation, tells the disciples to have the people sit down. He does not look down on what Andrew has brought him, nor does He indignantly proclaim, "Is that all you could find?"  He simply takes what Andrew gives Him.  It is important to note, in all the accounts, the next thing Jesus does is gives thanks to God for what He was given.  Jesus was fully aware that everything we have is from God.



Many times you and I overlook one of the most important examples Jesus gave us while He was here on the earth...thankfulness! And more specifically, thankfulness for what He has already given us!  That is not just salvation, but that is everything we have! Ann Voskamp's challenge to annually list "1,000 Gifts" has created a huge following by simply asking others to join her daily in the practice of writing down the ways God is blessing, giving us...gifts

Have you ever taken just 10 minutes and devoted that time to reflecting on the infinite ways God has blessed your life and the lives of those you love?  For me, as soon as I stop for a moment to think about ALL that I have received, at the hands of my God, my mind becomes flooded with the vastness of blessings He lavishes on me every single day.  If we took the time, I believe you and I could write for days and not run dry of all the things God has so graciously given to us.  And the majority are things we have never thought to ask Him for.  By the way, yours and my list should include those things we would label "good and bad", since God tells us to "Consider it pure joy, brothers and sisters, when you fall into trials of many kinds, because you know the testing of your faith produces perseverance" (James 1:2-8).

Back to the devotion on that Monday morning two weeks ago. As I shared this story of thankfulness with my young audience I told them, "American's are not who you should ask for help, but instead you should be thankful for what you already have and ask God to help you. He is the only One who can provide for your every need and He has already promised to do so. Your job or responsibility is to simply be thankful for what He has given you, give it all back to Him, and to be obedient to obey all He commands."  I did spend a short time discussing the difference between a need and a want, to help them make that distinction.  For example, they do not need their cell phones (I think every Liberian has one) but they do need to eat regularly.

There were some additional thoughts I briefly shared that morning, as well.  One was the fact that Jesus Himself (from the John account) broke the bread and fish and distributed it among the people as they sat down on the grass.  From the scriptures, it seems Jesus distributed the bread first and then the fish.  Can you imagine how long it must have taken for Jesus to distribute bread and fish to each of them? Obviously, doing some things in the most timely manner is not always God's perfect timing.  That brings the question; are you and I eager to accomplish a task, but forget about the relationships God wants to forge in the midst of that task?  I wonder did those farthest from Him think there would not be enough food to go around?  Wonder...what DID they think?  They had not come expecting to eat, but they had come for many other reasons.  Did they ever dream Jesus would literally serve them, personally?  That He was willing to come near to them right where they were?  To look at each of them face-to-face? He does the very same with each of us!

Lastly, the miracle was completed when all ate to their fill, not just enough food, more than enough and with leftovers.  Jesus taught we should never waste and so He commanded the disciples to gather the leftovers...12 baskets full.  We don't know how large the baskets were, but it is interesting to note there were 12 baskets.  I believe this was an additional perspective Jesus wanted the 12 disciples to learn.  God not only could provide, and provide abundantly, for all those with needs and through what they already had, but now He was providing abundantly for each disciple personally to have what was needed for their next meal. We rarely think about how God daily provided food for Jesus and His 12 disciples or where they slept at night.  In this story, Jesus is providing for the here and now and we can trust He will continue providing beyond, for tomorrow.  I believe Jesus was creating a faith-building atmosphere for His disciples as they did life together day and night and one we can learn a thing or two from. 

As the camp came to a close on Tuesday afternoon, I was asked once again to share my thoughts about camp with the campers.  I told them I had enjoyed my time with the Deaf campers, the reason I was there, but also I enjoyed being with those who were hearing.  I was proud of how each of them had worked during the camp and I was excited to see how God would use them in the future. I told them I believed those sitting in front of me that day were the future of Liberia. The question I left with them, "What KIND of future will you bring to Liberia?" 

Christ, Career, Character, Capacity, Competence!
One of Joseph's favorite verses when he was younger, which I wish I had thought to share with this group, but did not:

"Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believer's in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith and in purity."  1 Timothy 4:12

Next time!




Sunday, January 12, 2014

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We are loving on the deaf orphans/children who live at The Oscar & Viola Stewart School for the Deaf.  And led by Dr. Steve Farmer, our team will be in the classrooms of several deaf schools, observing and evaluating the Christian Education of these children.  Our desire is to better understand what their teachers are already doing and then come alongside them to help empower them to improve what they are doing for the future. 

Who makes up this first 2014 SFH Team traveling to Liberia, so far?

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Blaire Murray, Charlotte, NC


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Sunday, December 29, 2013

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Friday, December 27, 2013

They Will Know We Are Christians, How? Part 2

They Will Know We Are Christians, How?  Read Part 1




As soon as I decided to follow my Lord, just days before my 15th birthday in 1974, I asked my brother and his wife if I could begin attending church with them.  You see, my brother had become a Christ-follower, too, about a year before.

My family was a little different from most, back in the 60's and 70's.  My parents had married in late 1939, following a blind date a few months prior, and my brother was born in late 1940, which made him almost 18 years older than my older sister who was born 14 months before me; I was born March 31, 1959.  As our brother was going off to college, our mother was starting the process of raising two daughters, another family, all over again.  My mom always told us my sister was a huge surprise for them, never thought they could have another child (or so the doctor told them) but they did not want another "only child", so they "planned" for me.  I am sure God knew all this, long before (Ephesians 1). 

When my sister and I were toddlers our family traveled to the beach, near where our brother was attending college in Florida.  He and his girlfriend (she eventually became his first wife) joined us in a day at the beach.  A passerby commented to my mother, "What beautiful granddaughter's you have!" From that time on, my mom began, diligently, dying her hair--to cover the gray we had caused--as she did not want any others to mistakenly think she was our grandmother and not our mother.
My brother had always favored me over my sister, or at least I was convinced of this,  and I believe it was because my sister was favored over me by so many other family members.  Or it could have been that she disrupted his senior year of high school so much, with her incessant crying, he wanted nothing to do with her.  Ha! 

I will never forget having pillow fights with my brother, when he would come home from college or come for a visit after he was married.  We also played "Gotcha Last"! I loved it, even when I peed in my pants from laughing so hard!  That bond continued as we grew older and was one of the strongest influences for my miraculous life-change that took place at the age of 14.

I will never forget the day I was riding in the car with my brother, when he point blank asked me if I was using drugs.  Without hesitation, I assured him I was not.  Liar, liar, pants on fire.  He told me he loved me and shared a brief story of how he recently started following Christ and how he did not want me to waste my life, as he had done.  Remember, he was 18 years my senior.  He wanted me to become a follower of Christ, too.  That was one of those times where a desire deep, deep down inside--the Holy Spirit at work (John 6:44)--was stirring and began to grow and prepare me for that decision that, ultimately, would change my life forever. For now, though, I was still enjoying the pleasure of my sin, for a season (Hebrews 11:25, KJV). 


My greatest regrets of rebellion against my God were the lives I led astray.  My boyfriend, at the time, and I, had lured so many others down the road of destruction which included alcohol, sex and drugs.  He was a junior and I was a freshman when we started "dating".  We didn't hang-out in those days, we called it what it was...dating.  Oh, and by the way, I was unfaithful to him with others.

As I said before, I so wanted to begin attending church with my brother and his family and my mom and dad allowed that, without hesitation, for a short time.  I will always remember the details of my going forward to become a member of their church by way of believer's baptism. It was an outward display of my inward heart change to, from now on, follow Christ.  It was just the week or two before when I had bent my knee on my bedroom floor to ask for forgiveness of my sin and to surrender my life to Christ.  So the picture, which was promptly displayed on the "New Member Board", at the church, was one of me in one of my "approved mini-skirts" (see Part 1).  Note: I thought I still had the picture, but I have been unable to find it to share with you.



Eventually, my parents became jealous over the time I spent with my brother and his family and forced me to attend their church with them.  Their rationalization was, "If I was a Christian, then I could worship Christ at any church." I won't say I didn't learn anything while attending my parents church, but it was obvious the teaching of the scriptures, verse by verse, at my brother's church was so much more rich and I would devour every word.  My parents' restrictions were cause for me to move out, secretly, soon after I turned 18. I had found a job at a local bank, as a teller, and moved into government housing with an older single woman who was a member at my brother's church. Eighteen and on my own!

When my parents found out I had moved out while they were away for the weekend, I begged my dad to not take my car.  Really it was his, and I was SO surprised when he let me keep it. That was my only transportation to and from work and to and from church and had he taken it, which he threatened, I would have no way to support myself and continue attending the church I preferred. 

I had become a sponge for hearing the Word of God.  I LOVED going to my brother's church, now my church, on Sunday mornings, Sunday nights, and Wednesday nights.  Discussion with my brother and sister-in-law also fed my hungry soul.  That deep inner feeling of knowing, without a doubt, my sins had been forgiven gave me a zeal to invite my girlfriends to go to church with me. A few of them made commitments to follow Christ, too, at least for a time.

I really cannot explain in words how one day I was seeking only to satisfy myself and my desires and then suddenly I have this innate desire for the welfare of those around me, especially relating to their experiencing the unexplainable peace I now had. 

They will know we are Christians, how?



Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another's feet. ~John 13:14




Sunday, November 3, 2013

They Will Know We Are Christians, How?

Hmmm! How do I start this blog post?  

I should go ahead and warn you, this will probably be one of those...Part 1 of some number.  LOL! 

Additional warning:  It may take several posts before you understand why I am titling these as such.  Hopefully, it will make sense, eventually.

As a young, new believer, at the age of almost 14, my life did a 180 after I got on my knees in my bedroom to surrender it all to Him, whatever that meant, in Feb/March of 1974.  No, I don't remember the date, exactly, but He does.  But the life-change is unmistakable!

He had been pursuing me for a while and I just kept telling Him, "Not now!" I was having too much fun!  "Wait until I get married."  So thankful His pursuit was relentless! 

Back then...I could never have imagined the change that would overtake me in the next few weeks, months and years to come following my surrender of all to Him. 

I was a "good" girl.  Went to church regularly.  Made good enough grades.  Didn't have too many arguments with my parents.  Never let adults hear me cuss.  Never used God's Name in Vain, NEVER!  And I was masterfully skilled at deceiving others.
At this young age, I already "loved" wine and beer.  Apparently, I came by this naturally as both my mother and brother qualified as alcoholics.  My brother and his wife would let me sneak sips of their mufti-flavored Boone's Farm Wine (all were yummy!) and I would announce to my parents I would be washing my hair in beer to make my hair clean and shiny, with every intention of drinking the beer instead.  Of course, I would pour a small amount on my hair so my parents could smell it.  So many have told me, through the years, how they hate the smell of beer...not me, I loved it.

From that time forward, even though my study of the bible revealed drinking, within moderation as long as you were sober-minded, was not a sin, I gave it up completely.  This was one of those specifics, from my rebellious past, that I felt I wanted to sacrifice for the blood that Christ had shed for me.  No, it wasn't my drinking the wine and beer that was my sin, but it was the attitude in which I drank it.  First, it was against the law, second it was against my parents, therefore it was against my God.

Maybe you are wondering how hard it has been for me to refrain from doing something I loved so much?  It truly has NOT been a sacrifice for me, at all.  By God's grace, only once, in the past 38 years, was I tempted to "sneak" a glass of wine and that was about 6 years ago.  My mind said, "No one will know" but, my heart said, "He will."  Again, drinking the wine would not have been the sin, but my motive, my attitude...was sin!  Temptation for self-indulgence...averted.  Now, if I could avert the temptation to eat unhealthily, as easily, that would be awesome!

Not everything about my former life changed instantly, but some things did.  First, were those short mini-skirts I would wear, dropping my shoulders as much as I could to make sure they passed my parents test of "long-enough", as long as I could touch the hem with my fingertips.  Funny, how I now wanted to cover up the very things I wanted to flaunt before knowing Him, and at the age of 13. 

Of course, when my attire changed my friends began to ask me why I was dressing so differently.  It wasn't just my clothes that had changed, but everything about me was changing.  





For Christ’s love compels us, because we are convinced that one died for all, and therefore all died.  And he died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again.So from now on we regard no one from a worldly point of view. Though we once regarded Christ in this way, we do so no longer. Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!  2 Corinthians 5:14-17



Friday, November 1, 2013

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Monday, October 14, 2013

Is It God's Face or God's Hand That We Seek?

Often I go back and re-read the PrayerLetters I send out to those who have expressed an interest in following God's leading Signs for Hope, step by step.  In some ways, these PrayerLetters have become my journal, as such.  It blows my mind to be reminded of the things God has done, last year, or even just a couple of months ago and even yesterday.  This ability to go back and see, again, what God is doing gives me encouragement to persevere, no matter my circumstances or the circumstances surrounding those God has brought into my world because of His call.  Not only does God continue to do some miraculous things, His Holy Spirit also invades my writings of what I am learning in the midst of the miraculous.  The section of the PrayerLetter labeled "From My Heart to Yours..." has sort of evolved, over time.  Most often, it is how God is refining me as He leads me on this path.  As I read again, those words I share with you from my heart, I am convicted, again, to keep my focus on Him and Him alone.  I have decided to share some of those heart-stories here on the blog.  Today's post was originally shared in the June/July 2012 PrayerLetter, after a 27-day trip to Africa.  There have been a few revisions and additions. 

From My Heart to Yours...


As always, I truly felt your prayers the entire time I was in Africa. I know that without your partnership with me in this ministry to Deaf orphans, I will never be able to accomplish what He desires. He alone will be able to thank you for those prayers you prayed.

The experiences you and I have had over the past 3 months have all been filtered by our heavenly Father. Some of those experiences have been bittersweet and some…down right frustrating, and often painful. Some have been outright joyous occasions when we were so filled with happiness we thought we might burst. What I do not want to miss and what I do not want you to miss is this… everything, and I do mean everything, He brings us to and through is preparing us for the future. 

His greatest desire for us is conforming us to the image of His Son! Not because it is painful, mind you, but because it is for our good and for His Kingdom’s good. This is a perspective I find myself being challenged in time and time again. Will I accept ‘everything’ as His best for me or will I not? It really boils down to a question of FAITH! 

Another question I have been asking others for some time now, is, "What is the difference between seeking God's face and seeking God's hand?"  Many of my questions come from translating hymns and worship songs into ASL.  Over a 9-year period (2001-2010) I probably translated more than 500 worship songs, as I was signing them weekly for our interpreted services.  Desiring to know and conceptually convey accurately the meaning behind the writer's words were always of great concern to me.

From my perspective, His hand, in scripture, often represents His power to give or take away earthly things.  But His face represents His love for you and for me and His presence with us, which is beyond anything my mind can comprehend.


Will I accept everything He allows to come my way as coming from His face and not His hand or will I not? 

You see, if it is His face that I seek and not His hand then my perspective becomes an eternal one, but if it is His hand that I seek then it is one of a temporary/earthly perspective. Seeking His face, it is His eyes of love, approval, and encouragement to persevere that I gain.

That supernatural transformation from our hearts that ‘are desperately wicked’ to His all-consuming perfected righteousness cannot be an easy one. Brothers and sisters, it is circumcision of the heart!

When we place false expectations and assumptions on what that transformation requires we will be left feeling betrayed. But when we embrace what we know to be true from scripture and recognize the fact that "all things [do] work together for good", then we can take a deep breath or two and resolve as Job did, "The LORD gives and the LORD takes away.  Blessed be the name of the LORD."

Will you and I ever be able embrace what James instructs?

“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance.”

I am striving to seek God's face, daily...will you join me? 

I am adding this part as I believe it to be so timely!
   

I want to share with you a blog that is telling the God-story of a young woman, as she and her family are living it.  She was recently paralyzed from the armpits down. We are often touched by such a story many years later as it often takes much time to reach the point of praising God for something as life-altering as this.  Kaitlin Wanberg, and her husband, John, were married June 1 and on Sept 1 she was injured in a dirt-bike accident in the mountains of Colorado.  The families of these two and they themselves are walking this road laid out for them with a grace that only comes from an intimate relationship with their Lord.  I have joined their blog so I will not miss what God wants to teach me through them.  You might want to do the same.  These are some of Joseph's friends made during his Kanakuk/Kivu Camp summers.

Kaitlin shared her debut blog post last Thursday.