Faithful Distributors

Have I mentioned I love the sacredness of the mundane? 🙂  I may not like all the lessons of daily life, but I cannot deny that they are there.  The latest one? It was delivered to me in a big cardboard box.

Last week, when Jeff and I were talking about a new commitment to giving, changing our lifestyle, etc. I was talking about clothing. It is unbelievable how much clothing we all have, amen?  I mean, I could probably go the rest of my life without buying another article of clothing and never actually “run out”.  I may not be fit for a runway, but I’d probably be just fine.  The kids obviously grow out of their clothes rather quickly, but they certainly don’t need much. So just last week I told Jeff, “Ok, I do laundry once a week, so really the kids only need enough clothes for one week.  That’s 7 outfits.  Yes, some days are dirty, so toss in one extra, but we’re talking 8-9 at the most.   I want to keep reminding myself we need less than we think.”  So, Heidi really was growing out of all her clothes, and one of the things I prayed and asked God for was winter clothes for Heidi. Dutch is fine but Heidi-boo definitely needed some, including a jacket.

Of course, in classic God-style, He provided. That night someone at church flagged me down and told me she had something for me, which turned out to be a HUGE box of hand-me-downs from her daughter. Did I mention HUGE?  I was laughing out loud at God’s provision because it was so interwoven with what He was doing in our adventure of faith.  It was like He was saying, “Worried about your kids provision? Yeah, I got them covered!”  Not only were there lots of clothes, there were FOUR jackets! I was hoping for one!

Anyway, as I sat in my living room, surrounded by little pink outfits, I of course had thanked God and was now sitting around folding and sorting sizes.  Then as clear as anything, right in the middle of folding a pink turtle-neck, I thought of the words of the four starving lepers from 2 Kings 7:9 “We are not doing right…“.  The story is long, but basically during a time of great famine,  four starving lepers (as prophesied by Elisha) discover the camp of the Syrian army, abandoned because the Lord had made the Syrians hear the sound of chariots and they had fled away in the night (vv.6-7).  So these four starving lepers stumbled upon a multitude of food and supplies, miraculously provided in the middle of a famine. And while they are in the middle of pigging out (v.8), they stop and look at each other and say, “We are not doing right … let us go and tell the king’s household.”

In other words, “It is not right that we are sitting here stuffing our faces and plundering all of this gold, while the rest of our land, our people, are starving in the middle of this famine. Yes, God miraculously provided it for us, but we do wrong to sit here and eat without sharing with others.”

God was the one who provided the food and supplies by miraculously making the Syrian army hear the voice of chariots and flee in the middle of the night.

God used the four lepers to be his discoverers. The purpose of giving them the whole camp of Syrian supplies was not so they would eat a whole army’s worth of food or take a whole army’s worth of supplies.  He showed it to them so they could be faithful distributors, so they could go tell the king’s household and therefore alert all the people to the miracle of food.

Of course as I sat in the middle of my living room sorting through piles of clothes, I thought of the leper’s words and knew what to do. I got busy and text messaged some fellow ministry-friends, who have daughters the same age, and found out their specific size and needs.  Then that night Jeff and I sorted all the clothes into piles for each of us based on size and preference.  Something so simple as hand-me-down clothes made me cry, because I knew God was showing me what He wants for his people, the people of America, who have so much.  We must be faithful distributors.

I realized that we, I, still have a such a spirit of entitlement. Even though I say everything belongs to God, I still somehow think that MY income, MY stuff, MY house first and foremost belongs to me. When I receive something, whether it’s a gift or a regular paycheck, I automatically assume that God wants me to have it all (except maybe 10%, right?).   But what if God gave us a large income so that we might bless those in need, sponsor children, fund business ventures in developing countries, the list goes on.  What if He only wanted us to keep half?  I think it might be possible for us to tithe our whole lives without ever really asking God if the other 90% was ours in the first place! He might have intended it for someone else!

So as I sat there sorting clothes, it all came into focus.  Having less is so much simpler.  As I took Heidi’s small “keep” pile up to her room, (and yes, she’ll have plenty for one week’s worth of clothes), I was so glad I didn’t have to figure out how to find space for all those other clothes.  It was easy to tuck the new items into her drawer. I didn’t have to get more hangers, didn’t have to stuff things in. A great reminder that less is more.

All it took was a little time and it was SO fun to be able to deliver clothes to the other girls.  And of course they were thrilled. I felt most blessed of all, and now all our daughters have clothes for the winter for free.  And, as I sorted the clothes, I did feel God’s sweet reminder that there were some definite advantages to being a faithful distributor–if we are the faithful distributor, we get to have first-pick of the cutest clothes! 🙂  Among other things, Heidi ended up with a polka dot rain jacket,  a puffer jacket with fur lined hood (beyond cute), and a pink sweater dress that fits her perfect. I knew that I didn’t need to feel guilty for Heidi having beautiful cute clothes–God provided them and gave me the privilege of hand-picking what she’d keep.

God bless America–It IS true that we in America are blessed.  We are blessed with the fun and honor of being faithful distributors. We get to receive so much abundance from God, and then we get the FUN and THRILL of picking where to give all the extra (and there’s so much extra!). We get to sort and delight in giving–we get the fun of seeing those joyful faces as we give out God’s resources. And…sometimes we even get to pick the cutest pink rain-jacket for ourselves.  🙂

God is SO amazing!!

I don’t even know where to start; God is SO amazing.  Of course this story doesn’t start with me, it starts with God, but how fun is it when He decides to write us into His story in just a tiny little way!  As you know, God has been rocking my world through several things–mostly through reading The Hole in Our Gospel, by Richard Stearns the president of World Vision (now available on paperback here). And also, in a related way, through a couple documentaries which revolutionized the way I see food production, genetic engineering, and its impact on developing countries. It’s amazing how everything is related. Now, I certainly do not claim to be an expert on poverty, food production, or on anything for that matter other than my own selfishness–I’m pretty much the expert on that.  But I feel like God has opened my eyes to a world of hurt and need and pain and sorrow that, I am ashamed to admit, I simply did not see.

Tonight at church we watched a video, and in the background Brooke Fraser’s song about Rwanda, “Now that I have seen, I am responsible.”  And here is the cool thing about God–He only reveals to us what we can handle, and He only calls us to what we’re capable of doing.  He doesn’t ask us to give what we don’t have, just what we have. He doesn’t call us to change the world, He just calls us to obey when we hear His voice.  Just to obey when we hear His voice.

So we heard His voice.

All week, for whatever reason, Jeff and I just felt discouraged.  The kids were both sick, Jeff was swamped with work to do, I had a 3-day migraine that just wouldn’t leave me alone–it was just one of those weeks. Friday came and it rained, so Jeff and Dutch spent the afternoon playing trains, and I ignored the dirty house and curled up with The Hole in our Gospel. Well, thankfully I have a wonderful husband who took the initiative to bathe our children and put them to bed, because I didn’t put it down until 8pm that night when I read the final page.  Jeff came into our room. “Have you been crying?” He asked.  “Of course I have,” I responded.  I held up the book, closed my eyes and shook my head.  Of course I had been crying.  How can we read the horrors of poverty, disease, exploitation, and not weep? I know you all have been there. When the reality of the sorrow in this world is revealed, for what it really is, all we can do sometimes is grieve.

“What are we doing?”

I took some time to pray and think and Jeff went ahead (he wasn’t quite finished with the book), and read some more.  Then we met back up to talk about what we would do. Now that we have seen we are responsible.

Here’s what shook me. Really shook me.   I’ve always thought of myself as a faithful giver.  I mean, I’ve been tithing since I was old enough to hold a quarter in my hand (thanks to my parents who put the quarter there!).  We do sponsor children, we do support missionaries, we do make special gifts for different causes.  But what Richard Stearns points out from Scripture, from David’s example and the widow’s two mites, is that it doesn’t matter how much we give, what matters is what it costs.  What matters is our faith.

Our current giving costs us nothing.  The bottom line is our current giving does not require us to live by faith. Now, please hear me that God calls all of us to different things.  This is why we CANNOT COMPARE our giving with someone else’s. All we can do is look at ourselves and ask, Does my current giving cost me anything? Does my current giving require me to life by faith? And, it’s worth noting, that this is true of all giving–our time, our talents, and our treasure.  It’s so much bigger than money, but where our treasure is there our heart will be too.

So here I am, sitting in bed, praying, thinking of our budget and our life and I just don’t know what to do.  I’ve laid everything out before the Lord and basically said, “Take it, whatever you want, show us what needs to go. We’ll move to Zambia, we’ll sell our house, we’ll sell a car.  Just show us your will.”  And very clearly I know that we are right where God wants us to be.  We know He’s called us to West Linn.    We know He’s called us to Willamette Christian Church.  We know He’s called us even to our specific house in our specific neighborhood, in the middle of this specific community.  We clearly felt that to leave any portion of that was outside His will. We even clearly sensed to keep our cars and the belongings that we have–as all of it is used for the work that God wants us to do here.  Ok, so, we’re talking and I just keep saying how hard it is to live within this specific culture that God has called us to, without it costing so much that there’s nothing left to give!  We can’t just not have utilities and not buy car insurance–that’s just life in the United States!  And I kept thinking what’s the biggest expense/priority in our life.  By a landslide it’s our house.  In comparison to the rest of our spending, we spend a large portion on our house. More than any other single item.  In fact, it’s 41% of our take home pay (30% of our gross income).  So we’re sitting there and in a moment of silence Jeff says, “What if we determined to give away the same amount we spend on our home? You know, if giving was, even by a penny, the single largest portion of our income.For a moment I felt like everything stood still.  Then I laughed, “Yeah, that would cost us! That would require faith.  We’d basically be living on less than 18% of a single income.” I calculated the number and laughed some more. It was impossible.  Then shrugged my shoulders, “Well we can work toward it. That really would be cool.”   Jeff rolled over and went to sleep.

Of course I could not sleep. Of course I couldn’t get Jeff’s words out of my head.  Of course I could not get Scripture out of my head, images of children out of my head, stories of people who had given up everything they owned to help people in the name of Christ–of course none of that would get out of my head! I flipped on the light and started writing numbers.  To my amazement I realized that if we only spent on life’s absolute essentials–food, gas (significantly limited amount), insurance, utilities (with some conservation), prescriptions and co-pays, and Jeff’s monthly haircut (please do not laugh, this is a necessity if you know how hard it is to cut his hair), then, to my astonishment, it actually was possible.  It would require some cost, and some faith, but I got that unmistakable feeling when you know God is up to something that will change your life.  Then, I crunched a few numbers to see what we could actually do with that money. If we continued to give the exact same amount to our church, without taking a dime away from the work God’s doing there, we’d be able to (are you ready?), sponsor THIRTY-FIVE children. THIRTY FIVE!!!  Through some programs, that’s two whole orphanages!  I about fell out of bed.  Now I don’t know for sure if that’s how God’s leading us, but that helped me to understand the amazing potential!  That is so exciting to me!  Seeing faces–real individual lives made in the image of God, helped me get this all in perspective.

So, then I wrote out a list of the things that didn’t make the cut–savings, house repairs, vacations, retirement, car repairs.  Obviously these things are truly wise and we would consider necessary expenditures.  However, this is so cool.  IF we gave in this way, and because of tax laws for clergy’s housing expenses, we would literally, at the end of the year have ZERO taxable income.  That means that, Lord willing, we would get a sizable tax refund. We could simply commit to tucking that  away for retirement and use for the year’s house repairs, car repairs, emergencies, etc.  Thankfully we already have a Dave Ramsey-inspired emergency savings account, so it’s not as if we were being foolish, failing to have a back-up plan in case of emergency. I don’t believe that’s faith as much as poor planning.

But here is where the story gets fun because it gets personal. We have such a personal God!  Three items I wrote down with question marks were–kids clothes (I certainly don’t need clothes but my kids actually grow out of theirs), toys (yes, I still want my children to have fun things to play with!), and learning/homeschooling materials/books for the kids.  Bottom line? God loves our children more than we do, right?  Well…

So today we talk about this plan, and though we’re 99% sure we want to do it, we commit to pray about it.  We’d start on the 15th, so we have a few weeks to really pray and find out for sure God’s will in this.  So today there’s a clean-up day scheduled and church so Jeff goes to that.  Just as he’s leaving, some people pull in from church and say, “Hey! We have something for you.” They hand him a big bin FULL of kids toy Geotrax (train set), and another FULL of hot wheels cars, trucks, race ramps.  Jeff and I are just laughing, “Um…there’s Christmas!”  Guess I don’t have to worry about toys for my kids.  God knows their favorite kind. Then, I got to church tonight, and as I’m leaving a friend says, “Hey, can you wait? I have something for you.” So I follow her out to the car and she hands me 2 HUGE boxes full of hand-me-down girl clothes from her daughter who is a year older than Heidi.  We’re talking a ton of clothes. So much that I had to call a friend and ask if she wanted to take half because there’s more than I can use.  Guess I don’t have to worry about clothes for my kids. 🙂  Then, this girl hands me a brand new set of books, shrink wrapped, and she says that they are the reading curriculum that her son uses at his Montessori school.  She knew I was “homeschooling” for preschool and bought me a set for Dutch.  WHAT?!!  Um, I guess I don’t have to worry about books and educational materials for my kids. God knows the best kind out there.

So that was tonight.  I am now sitting in bed, overwhelmed at God’s goodness.  Tonight at church Joel preached the good news of the Gospel:

1As for you, you were dead in your transgressions and sins, 2in which you used to live when you followed the ways of this world and of the ruler of the kingdom of the air, the spirit who is now at work in those who are disobedient. 3All of us also lived among them at one time, gratifying the cravings of our sinful nature and following its desires and thoughts. Like the rest, we were by nature objects of wrath. 4But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, 5made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved. 6And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus, 7in order that in the coming ages he might show the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus. 8For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— 9not by works, so that no one can boast. 10For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do. (Phil 2:1-10)

God. Has. Been. So. Good.  God’s grace is astounding. We who were dead in our transgressions He has made alive. He has saved us by grace, and that not of ourselves.  We have done nothing to do deserve His kindness, but He lavishes it on us be His kindness.  And He we are His, created for good works which God prepared in advance for us to do. That is the good news! We are loved beyond comprehension. And God has marvelous things in store for us.

I do not know all that God has in store, and I don’t share this story to claim to have the answers on giving or to say that anyone else needs to do the same, etc. etc. I am simply sharing one God story, of a gracious God and how He’s leading us right now.  I know that your lives are full of the adventures of following a missional God who is out to share the world His power and glory.  And, if this is all new to you, I invite you to embrace the truth of God’s grace, His finished work on the cross. We can add nothing to it. It is done. Now we simply can slip our hand in His and ask Him what He wants us to do.  I don’t know exactly what that will be, but we’ll do our best, by grace, to obey.

James 1:1-18 (Teaching Notes)

(From WCC Women’s Fall Bible Study)

James 1:1-18: Personal Faith Challenge (PFC)

Trials:  James 1:1-4. We know we’re in for a challenging epistle when the very first sentence of the letter is this: Consider it pure joy when you face trials of many kinds.

I’ll tell you, no matter how many times I’ve read these words I still find that this is never my automatic response to trials.  I know this verse, I can quote this verse, but the minute I’m slighted, or I hear bad news or all my plans are frustrated, I do not automatically think, Oh! God’s special favor is upon me!

And we’re going to camp here for a bit because I actually believe that getting this is the key to everything else.  How we respond to the difficulties in life is what divides our world into two.  People either get bitter or better, right? That’s why you can have two people who are abused as children—one goes on to become an advocate or counselor or social worker and changes lives for good. One sinks into themselves and ends up perpetuating a life of abuse or violence.  The difference? One’s response to trials. Have you ever know two people who go through virtually the same trial? One becomes stronger, reaches out to others more.  The other wallows in self-pity, is bitter, and becomes rendered useless for God’s kingdom.  So, please tell me how do we rejoice in trials?

First, to clear up the misconception that we are religious masochists, remember: Our response to trials.

  1. 1. P: We rejoice in the process and the product, not the pain.

We do not rejoice in the pain.  When I go running, it is painful to some extent.  My legs burn.  But I keep running, and gladly and voluntarily running, because I know the process and the product.  The process is the tearing down of muscle tissue, and the rebuilding of new, stronger muscle tissue, so I rejoice in this process even though it involves pain.  I especially rejoice in the product, or results. The results are a healthy body, better endurance, more energy, and being able to eat dessert.  Now when we practice this process enough, we can actually find ourselves in some sense enjoying the pain of a long run because we’ve trained our minds to so connect the pain with the process and the product, that we no longer even think of the pain in a negative light.  I can’t say that I’m completely there yet, but I’m much closer than I once was!  But professional, Olympic, real athletes know this, don’t they? And I would say that they likely do not associate the pain of a good workout with negative feelings or suffering.

We looked at 1 Peter 4:12 in our homework… “Do not be surprised when you face trials…”

Now, can you imagine this. I go for a run, and I get home to Jeff and burst into tears and say, “I’m so depressed. You wouldn’t believe what happened to me out there!  I was running up this long hill and, I couldn’t believe it, my quads started burning.  Like, the hurt!  And my heart was racing and I felt short of breath and my face was flushed!  And it lasted all the way up the hill, and it was  long hill. And I can’t believe it.   I’m never doing that again.”  Of course that’s ridiculous, right? We expect those types of symptoms because we’re running up a hill. We’re training.

BUT, if I were sitting on the couch, resting, and i had those same symptoms–pain in legs, shortness of breath, racing heart. Then I’d have cause for concern, right?!  Of course! The reason that we are often so surprised by trials, by pain, is that we forget that we are running a race. We forget we’re running up a hill by faith. We forget that we are training. When we say yes to Jesus, we are put in a race whether we like it or not. As long as we are on this earth we are training. We must remember that. We’re not sitting on the couch.

But in the middle of the hill there is pain, right? Remember:

We rejoice in the process and the product, not the pain.

:: What is the process? You studied this in your homework, right?  Romans 5:3-4 spells it out for us, in almost a formulaic manner.  SufferingàEnduranceàCharacteràHope  (Like an oyster making a pearl)

::What is the product? The product, then, would be hope.  1 Peter 1:7 also told us the product is the proving our faith, which results in praise, glory, and honor. That sounds really neat, but those are pretty abstract words.  I don’t know about you but when I’m in the middle of a tangible trial, I often need a real tangible goal.

Glory: 2 Corinthians 4:17 (KJV) For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;  It works for us. It produces glory.

Good: Romans 8:28  In all things God works for the good of those who love Him. When we are in Christ, all things work for good. Suffering works for good. Pleasures can work for good. All things work for good.  All things are Father-Filtered.  So what is the “good” that is worked? V. 29 tells us “to be conformed to the image of His Son.”  The good that is worked is our patience, our endurance, our perseverance—this leads to godly character, wisdom, steadfastness, integrity, strength.  And this leads to hope.

So how do we endure?  How do we rejoice when the pain is real?  The same way Jesus did. The second key is to

  1. 2. F: Focus on the Future.

In Hebrews 12: 1-2 we’re exhorted to run with endurance in this life of faith, verse 2 “Looking unto Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.  What does Jesus show us here?

:: Jesus didn’t enjoy the cross.  He endured the cross.  He despised the shame. We endure the pain of suffering because we know the end result. We don’t have to enjoy the pain. We can still despise the humiliation, the hurt, the betrayal, the loss, the grieving.  Those are, indeed, bad things.  Things God will someday eradicate. We can endure the pain and despise the loss, but still rejoice because…

:: Jesus looked to the joy before Him. It was the joy that enabled Christ to endure. He knew He would be seated with the Father. He knew He would accomplish our salvation.  He had his eyes fixed on the future.  The good that would be accomplished.  This is what we must understand about Christianity. Our faith is founded on the reality that good is accomplished through suffering.  That is our faith.  We would not be here if were not for One person being willing to suffer for our good.  Without suffering there is no Christianity.  Without this key concept it is pointless for us to be here. If we really believe this, it will change the way we live. If we don’t believe it, then we cannot call ourselves Christians—or literally “little Christs”.  If we are Christians, then we must be little representations of what He did. Thus, if He suffered and died on a cross so that others might benefit, we must choose to, for the joy set before us, endure our little tiny crosses that we are called to endure each and every day of our lives.

Hebrews 12:11 For the moment all discipline seems painful rather than pleasant, but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it.

:: Trials/Suffering/Discipline is painful. Again, you don’t have to rejoice in the pain. Pain is the result of a fall. The two curses of the fall: To the woman pain in childbearing/rearing, to the man pain in work.  Pain is part of the curse.  Pain itself is not good. So we are not to rejoice in the pain but in the future result of pain, which is the yielding of fruit of righteousness.

:: Training is not a one-time thing. If you’ve ever trained for something, answer this.  Do you do one workout and call it quits? By very nature, to train means to do something over and over and over and over and over.  When we train our children, we don’t just tell them one thing and be done with it. We must be trained by trials.  Just as 1 Peter 4:12 tells us not to be surprised by trials, don’t be surprised when they continue!  It’s not a one-time event. Trials will come again and again and again because we are to produce fruit that comes by means of being trained by trials.

We never know what good God might be working in any given situation.  The story of Paul the apostle in Philippi is also such a clear example to us.  He and Silas were seized (for preaching the gospel and setting people free from evil spirits). Acts 16:22-24 Read.  Then, v. 25-35. Talk about accomplishing something! The salvation of a whole household!

Finally, Hebrews 10:32-36 paints a picture of what this might look like in us: (esp. v. 34)

What if that were us?  We have need of endurance/patience/perseverance. We all have need of it. It’s interesting that while we’re suffering, we need patience, and it is suffering that produces patience. Sort of like when you’re in a scary situation, you need adrenaline in order to overcome the situation and it is the scary situation which produces the adrenalin.  In other words, God uses the suffering to produce the very patience that we need in order to endure the suffering and enjoy what it produces at the end.

If we skip down to verses 12-15 we see a bit more on this topic.  V. 12: Again, we read that we are blessed when we remain steadfast in a trial.  And another reward is promised, a crown of life. That is God’s promise. I don’t know exactly what a crown of life is, but it must be amazing! If everything in this life is simply a shadow of things to come, then the most amazing extravagant luxuries we imagine are nothing compared to what God has in store for those of us who love Him.

But here’s another key in the midst of trials. We are to rejoice not in the pain, but in the process and product, we are to Focus on the Future, and we are to

V. 13-15

  1. 3. Concede Culpability. Admit where you are to blame.  We’ve talked before that some suffering is caused by external trials, natural effects of a fallen world, etc. But often, probably more often than we care to admit, our suffering is a direct or indirect results of our own choices.  The concept of culpability is intimately tied up with notions of agency, freedom and free will. We have been given the gift of freedom, which brings with it the freedom to be responsible for our choices.

So, James is saying, don’t blame God. God has no evil in him, so He cannot tempt with evil.  We are tempted through a process which is most clearly illustrated in the garden of Eden.  We don’t have time for a complete study of it today, but I have teaching notes on Genesis 3 online if you are ever interested.  Essentially Eve demonstrates the progression of temptation and sin.  In short, we all follow this progression. DiscontentàDoubtàDesireàDeath.  Beware if you see one of those in your life. The good news is that when God shows us where we are guilty, when we feel that conviction, we simple confess our sins, because He is faithful and just to forgive us our sin and cleanse of of all unrighteousness (1 John 1:9).  Repent and move forward! Amazing grace!

We’ll close by looking briefly back at verses 5-8.  We’re going to leave verses 9-11 for now, because we’re going to do a more in-depth look at wealth and poverty in a few weeks.  For now, let’s look at 5-8 and we’ll see our first glimpse of one of James’ main themes.  We’ll see it pop up again throughout the entire book, so I’ll just briefly look at it as we close—the Danger of Dipsychos. (Don’t be Dipscycho)

James 1:5-8. When we are in trials, we do need wisdom. Lord, what kind of treatment do you want me to pursue. What steps should I take when I’m out of work? Lord, what on earth do you want me to do about this wayward child?  It is when we are suffering that we need wisdom.  The good news is that God promises to give it, 1)liberally—all that we need! 2)without reproach (he doesn’t say, well you made your bed now lie in it).  Even when we are the ones who got ourselves into the mess, He still gives us wisdom for how to get out!  Amazing grace!!

But, there is a condition. It’s possible to ask and not receive because something is amiss.  We are to ask without doubting Him. Without doubting His faithfulness, without doubting His goodness, without doubting His love.  Paying lipservice without any intention of doing what He says to do.

Luke 6:46 says “”Why do you call me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ and do not do what I say?”

We tend to think of doubting more as not sure whether something is a fact or not, but here doubting is not so much intellectual doubt as a basic conflict in loyalties.  In other words, if we ask for wisdom, but are still going to go off and do what the latest secular talk-show host says to do, we are double-minded.  This world in the Greek is literally “double-souled” or dipsychos. When our allegiance is divided between the world and the Lord, we are fractured beings with fragmented lives: we are double-souled.  And, as a result—we are unstable. Anyone ever feel unstable? Am I the only one?

It is the natural result of being double-souled, of having a conflict in loyalties.  When we have not firmly and resolutely decided that Jesus Christ is the One and Only Lord of our lives, that what He says goes, that His plan is the plan, that His will for my life is best, when that is not fixed, we will find ourselves double-minded, and the result will always be that we are unstable. The Psalmist prayed, “Unite my heart to fear your name” Ps. 86:11

When we ask God for wisdom, we’re simply asking Him to tell us what to do.

If we want God to tell us what to do, we must be prepared to do what He says.

If we study God’s Word, we must be prepared to do what it says.  When we are single-souled, we are whole.  We live in wholeness. We are no longer fragmented. We are no longer unstable.  We are complete, at peace, steadfast, able to stand firmly in the winds of adversity.  We are confident in God’s giving of wisdom, we are at rest knowing all things will work for my good and God’s glory.  We rejoice not in the pain but in the process and the product.  We fix our focus on the future, knowing our trials are working for us. We concede culpability where we need to.  We repent if need be and rejoice in knowing that when we confess our sin He is faithful and just to forgive us our sin and cleanse us of all unrighteousness.

Lord, show us how to rejoice in the process and the product. Show us how to endure the pain.  Help us to keep our eyes fixed on the future glory you are working for us. Reveal where we are guilty, Father, and help us to repent and turn from our sin.  Make us whole.  We confess Lord we believe, help our unbelief.  Unite our hearts to fear your name.  In Jesus name.

The Tipping Point

You may not have noticed, but I can get passionate about things.  My dad will tease me and say, “You gotta get an opinion about something.” Which, I might add, is the pot calling the kettle black because I get every ounce of my opinionated-ness from one source: My father.

But Jeff said something a few days ago that has really stuck with me. I think he knew that inwardly I was just desperately trying to figure out how to get every single person in America to read The Hole in our Gospel [ hardcover | paperback | Kindle ].  If you can’t tell, the book absolutely ruined me in the best possible way. And because I feel like someone just opened up a whole new world to me, all of a sudden I can’t do anything the way I did before, and all I can think about is wanting everyone else to know about it!  But here’s what Jeff pointed out:

That book was my tipping point.  It’s not as if one book was what changed my life–God has been slowly, slowly working for a long long time. I look back at little seeds planted when we left our home and moved in with my parents, when we did the year of LiveDifferent challenges, when I heard from people from Open Arms, Africa New Life, when I read the blogs of several friends who recently returned from Africa, the constant input of my brother and his wife (who tipped a long time ago!), visiting the Real. Life. Exhibit (that almost put me over the edge).  I was teetering very close, and Richard Stearns simply came along and gave me one tiny poke (ok, it was actually a big shove) and pushed me right on over.  It was my tipping point.

Tipped into what? I’m still waiting to be able to share a fun story, but suffice it to say there’s just exciting things going on with international giving, and Gospel of Christ, the gospel of grace, that never changes but that changes everything we do.  I believe our God is radically mobilizing people–their prayers, their lives, and their resources, to reach the world.  I know He always has been, but I’m just finally seeing it in a whole new way.  And no, we’re not moving anywhere!  We’re right smack dab in the middle of God’s will, in our beloved home at Willamette Christian Church with people we love and the honor of serving full-time.  We are right where we belong and yet everything’s changing in my heart.

But my point is that it’s so easy for me to just go crazy and all I want to do is run around and hand out books.  (What’s funny is that I see how similar my dad and I are–he actually bought 10 extra copies of the book to hand out to people he knows.)  But, as Jeff pointed out, while the book was my tipping point, it might not be everyone’s.  And if I don’t understand that only God can move people, by His sovereignty, then I will spend much of my life frustrated and striving in my flesh rather than relying on the work of God’s Spirit. I have much to learn. 🙂

So, while I do hope everyone I know reads this book, and while I hope we, the hands and feet of Christ, can make changes in our lifestyle so that thousands of people may hear the truth of Christ and be freed from the web of poverty and disease, I know that only God can do this work.  I can’t run around trying to tip people. That’s nothing more than religious shoving and shoving rarely works (ok, never works.)  *sigh* Can I at least lean on people and maybe they’ll tip?

Lord, will you break our hearts with the things that break yours? Mine first. I recognize my pride and stubborn heart.  Do your work in our world.  Tip us for your glory.

Must Read: International Giving

God is taking our (Jeff and my) world and shaking it upside down.  About this. My brother says it better than I can, so I thought I’d share. Please read.

From their blog: http://thezyps.com/2010/09/20/international-giving/

poverty About 1.7 billion people live in absolute Poverty. Poverty is the inability to meet basic human needs, such as clean water, nutrition, health care, education, clothing and shelter due to insufficient finances. The United Nations defines poverty as living on less $1.25 (US Dollars) per day (less than $465 per year). About 18 million per year (a third of the deaths in the world) are a result of poverty-related causes. But the real tragedy is the fact that this continues when there are abundant resources to alleviate this suffering. There are plenty of disturbing comparisons of the relative ease with which we bring relief compared to the things which we spend money on here in the states. For example, the most extreme poverty in the world could be eliminated with the amount we spend on ice cream in America, and the cost to bring clean drinking water to most of the worlds poor is less than we spend on our pets in America.

America gives about 0.1% of US GNP to overseas relief, making it one of the least generous developed countries on the planet. The United Nations has long had a goal of 0.7% of Gross Domestic Product, although in 2005 they dropped this to 0.5% since only four countries were achieving the goal (and America obviously wasn’t even close).

Of course these statistics are nothing new, but I wanted to share them as a defense of international giving as a priority over domestic charitable causes. Currently the charitable donations in the US total about $250-300 billion per year. Less than 10% of that goes internationally (and about 20% of that goes to military funding). However, basically all of those living in absolute poverty are outside of America. America doesn’t even keep statistics on UN defined absolute
poverty because the UN poverty line is so far below the lowest income levels and freely accesible resources. It is difficult to avoid even tripping over $1.25 worth of commodities in a day in America. If the overwhelming majority of the needs are overseas, why does international giving comprise such a small part of our giving?

To be clear, I am not suggesting that it is wrong to give domestically. I certainly wouldn’t discourage local giving. But everyone of us are people of limited resources. We can only give so much. If the purpose of your giving is just to satisfy some religious obligation or clear your conscience, than I guess it doesn’t matter where you give it. If the purpose of your giving is to make a real tangible difference in people’s lives, why not look for how your monies can make the biggest impact for those that need it most?

I wanted to consider a few objections to international giving:

“But we have poor right here in America”
When we refer to the “poor” in America, this is generally a form of relative poverty, rather than absolute poverty. Relative poverty means that you have less than those around you (perhaps embarrasing, but not usually life threatening). As I mentioned before, there is so much freely available commodities in america (free water at drinking
fountains, free bathrooms, freed food at various missions, and even legitimate food in dumpsters), it is almost unrealistic to even classify anyone as living in absolute poverty in America.

Now there are real problems of hunger in American. It would be naive to consider the UN poverty level of $1.25 a day as appropriate across all countries. Basic necessities are simply much costlier in America. People really are in need here, that can’t be denied, but when faced with the comparison of needs, the reality is that poverty we see in America is not commiserate with the poverty in the third world counties.

The higher monetary levels of food and trading in America leads to another important consideration: Not only do the poorest of the world live outside the US, but due to exchange rates and currency inequalities, we actually have far greater purchasing power of relief and development supplies overseas than we do here. The US dollar can buy vastly more food in Africa and southern Asia than it can in the US. Given the option between spending your dollar to feed ten people vs feeding one person, why aren’t we choosing the former?

This is a serious question that deserves real consideration. Why does someone choose to meet the needs of someone who is close in proximity when the same funds can serve the needs of many that are further away? It seems the most noble answer would simply be ignorance and lack of consideration or apathy. A far more frightening and disturbing
possibility is that we actually consider the life of an American worth more than the lives of a several from other countries. Could we really be following such a sick and detestable form of racism, dressed up in nationalistic pride or worse, religious-based supremacy? Could we really be claiming that American lives are worth more than foreigners? It seems there are immigration and international affair decisions that suggest that we do.

This inequality is taken for granted in journalism; the death of one American is considered to be equivalent to the death of 10 Europeans or 100 Africans in terms of newsworthiness. It is one thing to apply this concept to printing newspaper, it is far more troubling when this dictates who gets the basic essentials for survival.

“Jesus said if someone asks, we should give…”
From a Christian perspective, shouldn’t Jesus’s mandate to give to those who ask, compel us to give to those around us who are asking? We are frequently exposed to the local needs and even panhandlers, who are directly asking us to help them. However, the needs of the poorest of the world have been made known to you as well. Do we believe Jesus’s mandate only applies to those who directly ask in person? This leads to an absurd conclusion: only those that have the ability to come in contact with the wealthy should have the priviledge of benefitting from their generosity. Should Africans be denied our generosity because they can’t afford to travel to our highways and put cardboard signs asking for money? The reality is that we live in globalized society, and the needs of the world have been made known to us. Jesus is telling us to meet the needs that are made known, not give prioritization to those who are able to deliver the request in person. And this mandate is not just here, the core of  Jesus’s message is about meeting the needs of this world

“We should fix our own problems first”
If of our “own” problems were worse or actually physically prevented us from helping others, this might have credence, but in reality this is a pathetic excuse, and basically is nothing more than self-centeredness. This is comparable to ignoring a child drowning in a lake due to a headache, because one must deal with one’s own problems first.
“But we can give to both, I am in favor of all these charitable causes”
Prioritization questions are often the most difficult and frequently avoided. It seems like we are often quick to offer an answer to black and white, right/wrong questions. But when faced with choosing between multiple good alternatives, we usually default to politically correct rhetoric, avoiding any commitment. Unevitably such decisions must be
made when it comes down to writing a check, but the lack of well-reasoned dialogue about prioritization means that are decisions are often poorly informed, misguided, and based on nothing but any residual emotionals we feel at the moment. We can do better.

Sure, it would be great if we didn’t have to choose. And if you have a couple trillion dollars to blow, then I guess you wouldn’t, but once again, we have limited resources. Lets use them wisely.
“Handouts just keep people in poverty, they don’t really fix the situation”
It is definitely true that finances can be used poorly overseas and even make situations worse. However, most credible charities have decades of experience in understanding how to really deal with problems instead of just providing handouts. These are experts, they know the store of teaching a man to fish inside and out. But teaching a man to fish still takes resources and money.

If you are truly keen on seeing your resources used in an equipping way, take a look at microfinancing. World Vision recently launched a new site where you can see potential small business entrepeneurs who simply need a small loan
(usually $300 – $500) to give them an opportunity to rise out of poverty and become self-sufficient. What is incredible to me is that World Vision reports over %98 payback rate. That means that these small entrepreneurs are truly succeeding, once they are given the chance. Not only that, but the money goes back into the pot for other loans. If you
provide $400 loan, it won’t just help the recipient you select on the site, it will actually be reused and finance and potentially rescue over 50 people before being used up! This is an amazing return on investment and is the complete opposite of a handout.

“You’re being totally naive, you can’t just boil these complex issues down to monetary figures”
Yes, you are absolute right. It is true the poverty is actually caused by a complex web of corruption, resource mis-allocation, education shortcomings, brain drain, disease, and much more, more than just resource scarcity. And there are tredemendous local charities that are doing excellent, critical work here in America, than can’t be discounted
just because they aren’t constantly facing starving children and can’t extend their dollar as far as workers in third-world country. I am not writing this to try to get you to stop giving domestically (well, I wouldn’t mind if you stopping giving to panhandlers).

However, I present these arguments because I believe that we are truly out of balance in our giving. There is always a tendency to give more to the needs that are closest, but we need to be resolute in considering the needs of those far from us. And I don’t think we are in any danger of giving too much overseas. Even if half of our giving went overseas to
meet the needs of the vast majority of the suffering world, we still wouldn’t be overdoing it, and with our current level of less than 10%, giving more internationally will never be likely to put us out of balance.

Consider these needs of the truly poor abroad and the remarkable power you have to alleviate suffering as you evaluate your finances.

How we are the same

I love my mom.  Then again, you all love my mom.  If you’ve met her you love her.  She is altogether different from me . 🙂 . . and the world loves her for it.

But there I did it again:  Finding differences.

Here’s what I love about my mom:  I have never met another human who to that extent always finds commonalities, always finds good, always finds thrilling threads of God in the small things of daily life. It’s a childlike faith. Interestingly, the woman I think of as being the legend of childlike faith was the very mom of my mom–my beloved Grandmother, Francis Zoet.  I still remember her bright eyes and infectious laugh.  Her faith shone like a beacon, to her last breath on March 17th, 1992.  But her daughter, my mom, carries on that same legacy.

Here’s how I see this played out. Apparently, I have the blessing/curse of critical thinking.  They teach us that in school, right? It’s a good thing. It is, by broad definition, “A persistent effort to examine any belief or supposed form of knowledge in the light of the evidence that supports it and the further conclusions to which it tends.”  Now, don’t get me wrong, my mom is a smarty-pants and certainly has critical thinking down pat.  But, she has this amazing ability to always see commonalities. So while I’m picking things apart she’s busy praising God for how two things go hand in hand.   Maybe it’s just optimism, joy, maturity, the fruit of the Spirit. Likely all of these. I just find that my natural tendency is to look at two things and find differences. She looks at the same picture and finds commonalities.

Of course there is a time and place for both. But could it be that perhaps we all need just a little glimpse of all that we have in common?

One of the exciting things about what God is doing in our lives through The Hole in our Gospel (speaking of, we have an exciting post coming up!!), is that everywhere I look I see amazing ministries doing God’s work both here and abroad, reaching the poor, the widow, the orphan, the sick, the naked, the downcast.  I see amazing ministries growing like stinkin’ wildfire and I get so excited I can hardly stand it.  And yes, we may have teeny tiny doctrinal issues (we’re not talking deity of Christ–no one’s messin’ with my essentials of the faith!), but they love and serve the same God that I do. And they are doing AWESOME stuff.  And there are churches everywhere preaching awesome messages, and it’s so easy for me to cross my arms and point out where we’re all different (or at least in my heart), instead of cheering on every tiny step in the right direction.

Critical thinking has its place, but sometimes it needs to put in its place.  Lord, cure me of my critiquing. No, we don’t need to join hands and sing Kumbaya, but I’m just encouraged out my mind because God is at work in our world and its taking many different forms.  Can I get an amen?! Now let’s go do something great together.

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* No one gave me feedback on understanding each other … waiting for you; please help!

Your turn: Challenges to Understanding

Alright, your turn!  We’re in the process of putting together a fun and creative little activity for our first Adorn event here at WCC.  In it we’ll be exploring how we can better blend the generations, how women of all seasons of life can better understand one another. Because let’s face it, sometimes a 40-year gap can seem like a million-year gap. So much has changed in the last 100 years–someone born in 1940 and someone born in 1980, though only a few decades apart, can feel as though they come from different worlds.  Would you agree?

So, will you help us out by providing your feedback?  What do you see as the main challenges that keep older and younger women from understanding each other? What are the common misconceptions or insecurities?  With the goal of love, unity, and greater understanding, please share your thoughts.  Keep in mind this is NOT a time to vent about your mother or your daughter-in-law. 🙂  Just would love to hear your insights, whatever your age may be. Thanks so much for the help!

Frugal Fridays: Update on the Food Stamp Challenge

Hi frugal friends, here’s what I’m learning in the Food Stamp Challenge.  It’s a little different than I thought.  What I’m finding is this: It actually doesn’t cost that much to go organic/local/seasonal, it just takes a lot more time and requires a return to simplicity.

::Cost. It’s actually been cheaper than I thought to make the switch to organic, local, seasonal. As I mentioned last week, finding a great deal on meat, stocking up, and using the freezer means the cost is pretty comparable to regular.  Organic whole foods aren’t that much more expensive, but organic convenience foods are very expensive.  Organic snacks, popcorn, canned food, etc. is very expensive. Thankfully, we don’t need those items anyway.

Part of the challenge is to live on whole, real food.  So, I actually bought a lot fewer items, but just lots more of them. Tons of oats, whole wheat flour, brown rice, dried beans, and whole wheat pastas.   I read the labels on every item I usually buy and was amazed at the fact that almost every packaged/bottled food contains either a soy or corn derivative (GMO) or artificial ingredients.  Hmm… So, I will admit that I just plain couldn’t buy a lot of stuff.   Salad dressing, regular chocolate, microwave popcorn–those were the ones I just had to take a deep breath and walk away from. 🙂  But instead we can make our own salad dressing, air-pop our own popcorn (and drizzle real butter on it!), and I even found all-natural organic dark chocolate at Trader Joe’s with no soy lecithin. It’s heavenly and worth the $1 extra.

:: Time. So, the real cost in this whole deal is time.  It does take a lot more time to do the organic/whole food thing on a budget. I spent pretty much the whole day yesterday stuffing and roasting a whole organic chicken, making quinoa and homemade bread, and making fresh fish stock and chicken stock from scratch.  It was definitely worth it as my freezer is full of nutritious, delicious stock, I have huge pot of homemade organic chicken-noodle soup, and Jeff about died over how good everything tasted.  I actually enjoyed spending all day cooking because it felt renewing and therapeutic after a busy few ministry days. I loved just standing over that huge pot of stock and inhaling the steam and skimming off the fat–I was alone with my thoughts and actually had time to just be. So, I loved it. But, I can understand that not everyone is a stay-at-home mom, and for some a day of cooking is not realistic.  (And even for me that’s often not realistic.)

::Seasonal. So, one of my big commitments was to eat seasonally and locally.  This is easy in the summer, not so easy in the winter, for obvious reasons.  Oregonians don’t do a lot of gardening in December.  So, if we really stick to it, our winter produce will mostly include squash, yams, onions, potatoes, carrots.  I’m actually fine with that, but it is a bit of a shock to think of going all winter without salad. I was talking to my dad and he was saying how when he was young that’s just the way it was–you went to the grocery store to find out if something was in season yet. “Nope, probably be another month,” they’d say. Then you’d try back again later.  We’re so used to convenience that we don’t even know there are seasons anymore.  So, it’s certainly not a moral issue, but I’m just aiming to shop in season as much as possible.  This means apples and pears all fall, lots of yams and onion soup in the winter, plenty of asparagus all spring, and all the berries and fruit we can stuff in our tummies all summer long.  Maybe the reason God gives us less food in the winter is because he knows all we want to do is curl up and snuggle under a quilt.  Then He gives us more fuel in the summer when we’re out running around.  Who knows, I’m just sharing our journey.

Overall, it’s been really fun so far.  A good friend actually set up a spreadsheet for us and we split up all the stores around town and documented the best price on whole/healthy/organic foods.  It’s been fun to work together and learn from each other’s shopping habits.

Bottom line? Eating whole/local/organic simply means a little more cost, a lot more time, and lot less variety.  Somehow for us it seems freeing–it feels good to need less stuff in our kitchen, and it’s fun to see how many things I can make from a few simple ingredients.  But I can definitely understand how it would be tough to make the switch if kids were already used to certain items, or if time didn’t permit an occasional day in the kitchen.

High/Low: My favorite part: fresh organic nectarines and dark organic chocolate. Amazing.  Least favorite part: sticking my hand inside that chicken to stuff it full of rosemary. It made it delicious but I’m not a fan of the stuffing part!

Please continue to share any frugal/fresh/local/organic tips.  I’m the newbie and there are a lot of experts out there so pass along the wisdom!

Because they're all God's kids

I’m continuing my adventure through Richard Stearn’s book, The Hole in our Gospel. It is ripping me to shreds, in the best way possible. Every time I read it I want to run outside and knock on doors and wave the book around like a madwoman and say, “Read this! Children are dying!  What will you do?!”  But since I can’t leave my kids alone in the house and because it’s 10 o’clock at night I’m electronically knocking on your door and I’m virtually waving the book around because children really are dying and I really do wonder what we will do.

Tonight I did all I knew to do, I got online and found another child to sponsor.  Why? Because baby Florinah, who lives in a severely affected AIDS and HIV community in Zambia, is one of God’s children and I know He loves her beyond comprehension.  Because her first birthday is this Monday and for her birthday she will now have a sponsor!   Because just down the hall, tucked safely in her crib, lies my little one-year-old darling. Because at my side lies my little boy, sound asleep in his little monkey jammies.   And I look at this precious boy of mine and there’s nothing in the world I wouldn’t do for him.  Tonight I made him his favorite dinner–whole wheat pancakes–and we cut them in two–half for me and half for him–and we sat together and ate our delicious pancakes (with organic eggs and milk!) and talked and laughed after sister went to bed.  Tonight I tucked him in and read books and prayed and kissed his cheeks and inhaled his perfect little puppy breath and just thanked God a million times over for that crazy little guy who is my son.  He is my child.  And while I may not be so intoxicated with love for someone else’d kid, he’s mine and I’d do anything for him.  And then I was reminded that one of the books he likes to read is a book of Jesus songs, and one of the songs goes like this:

“Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world. Red and yellow black and white, they are precious in His sight, Jesus loves the little children of the world.”

I was reminded tonight, as I thought of the song and as I read The Hole in our Gospel while snuggled in bed next to my precious son, that they’re all God’s kids. I don’t know them, I’ve never hugged them or touched them, but God looks at them with the same adoring eye that I have for my kids.  And we, we all, have the awareness (26,500 children die every single day to causes related to poverty), the access (get online!), and the ability (go without Starbucks! Just $35/month sponsors a child.) to save lives, bring hope, share Christ.  It is SO easy to help.  We just have to do it.

Need more motivation? Pick up The Hole in our Gospel and read it. Today.

Ok, I’m done pounding on your door and I’ll quit waving around the book like a madwoman.  But please consider what you’ll do today to help this cause, because they’re all God’s kids.

::Africa New Life

::Compassion

::World Vision