Saturday, November 26, 2011

A Joy Unspeakable

A Joy Unspeakable

Waiting.

Waiting at the stairwell’s highest railing.

Anticipating that first chance to creep into the dawn.

Tiptoeing in to find what kind of magic may be found,

And then…

A Joy Unspeakable.

Waiting.

Waiting at the edge of uncertainty.

Wavering between wide-open doors and unseen possibilities.

Daring to choose a step, take a path, make a choice,

And then…

A Joy Unspeakable.

Waiting.

Waiting for one so deeply loved, yet still unknown.

Aching for the moment of completion- not left lacking,

Wondering if the day will ever come,

And then…

A Joy Unspeakable.

Waiting.

Waiting through long months of anxious stirrings,

Falling daily more in love with new life made.

Pushing through the pain to find the miracle.

And then…

A Joy Unspeakable.

Waiting.

Waiting through life’s final winters,

Fading into night as light grows dim.

Passing through the dark into celestial glory.

And then…

A Joy Unspeakable.

Waiting.

Waiting long to meet the promised Savior.

Despairing over sin and death’s tight reign.

Then the voice of God in the cry of a baby,

Immanuel…

A Joy Unspeakable.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

A Painful Secret

I used to say that spring was my favorite season- fresh breezes, sunny mornings, and new life sprouting through the ground and budding on trees. The song of spring is a song of hope. As years have passed, however, I have started to look forward to autumn. Fall finishes the story that spring began. The green sprouts and tiny beginnings of spring find the meaning and purpose of their existence in the autumn rain and the harvest that it brings.

There is just something special about this season. Maybe it is not the thought of ripened fruits that rouses excitement in a person, but something a little more practical. Everyone, to some extent, looks forward to that special moment when he discovers the first fruits of all his labor. Deep in the heart of a human is a piercing desire to know that all of his strivings in work, all of his efforts in supporting his family, and all of his investments will amount to something exceedingly worthwhile in the end. Underlying all the aspirations of mankind is a driving need for purpose and direction in life- a reassurance that this day-to-day existence is not in vain.

So what is the secret to a plentiful harvest? In the Gospel of John, chapter 10, vs. 10, the Son promises that He came to give life, and that most abundantly! Let’s face it, though, even for those who fully embrace His promises, the fruit is not always immediately evident. In one’s own eyes, the present circumstances do not always appear to line up with the promises of God. Where are His great, abundant gifts when hearts are broken, families are falling apart, or failure defines the workplace? Where is He when day-in and day-out, toilsome efforts amount to nothing but emptiness and discontent?

Do you want to know the secret of fruitfulness? Do you REALLY want to know it? The secret the Bible offers to a life of great abundance first comes as a shock to all who hear it. It offends and disgusts hearts that are unwilling to hear, but for hearts just desperate for the answer, the Truth takes root. For those who are ready, here it is:

“John 12:24~ Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.”

This verse clearly teaches that the key to an abundant life lies in death. In other words, in order to live completely, one must first die completely. This means abandoning one’s own selfish nature and learning to live solely by the power of the Spirit. This is not an easy truth to tackle! In a world that promotes independence and self-help, total abandonment of self to the Father appears foolish. In a society that screams for personal success, elevating Him above everything else in life is “naïve and distasteful” at best. Yet what the Son seems to be saying here is that by dying to the selfish human nature, one will actually produce MORE fruit. Why? Because it is GOD who causes things to grow.

The problem is that many people are functioning as though it were possible to be alive and dead at the same time. Everyone, in his or her own head, would agree that there are only two options; one is either dead or alive. That is why, when the line on the heart monitor stops fluctuating, no one dives in to perform emergency CPR. That is why no one would dare put a body in the ground if there were still even the slightest sign of a pulse or heartbeat.

There is no such thing as “mostly dead,” yet so many live as if there were. For example, one may be content enough to surrender control of his marriage, family, and health, but not the workplace. “God can have everything else, just not my job. I’ve got it under control, and I like things the way they are.” One might be happy enough to give up her possessions, her dreams, and her career, but not her children. “God, you can have all of me, just don’t take my children away from me, and let me raise them the way I feel is right.” One might trust Him with every last detail save one. “God, I will give everything. I will serve you anywhere. Just don’t ask me to go alone.” With this mentality, we walk through life like wandering zombies- “mostly dead,” but partly refusing to die. As long as we hold back, we cannot live the fruitful life that the Father desires for us. Do you want to see fruit in your life, your marriage, your family, your work? Ask the Father to help you die to self.

Last week I was suffering from an excruciating pain in my right shoulder muscle. I was so stiff that I could not turn my neck even a small degree to the right. It distracted me from everything I was trying to accomplish, and I could not function properly. As I sat on the couch in the office, a coworker massaged the area until she found a knot so big and so hard she could move it around. Immediately, she began pushing it down with two fingers as hard as she could. As I winced in pain, she explained to me that in order to get rid of this knot, a great amount of pressure must be applied to release the “toxins” in that area of the muscle.

The truth is that everyone walks around at times with giant knots in his or her life. It may not be apparent from the outside, but there are often one or two trouble spots that are causing all the pain and heartache. One may recognize those “knots” as the areas of life that are not yet surrendered to our Good Father. In order for that area to die, a great amount of pressure must be applied, and it will hurt.

If you’ve been wondering why you haven’t seen any fruit in your life lately, try asking God to reveal your “trouble spots.” It may be a horribly painful process, but the promise is that the rewards of joy, fruit, and fulfillment will far exceed every pain and discomfort you endure. I used to say that spring was my favorite season, but since then I have met with Fall. And I am convinced that although the song of spring is light and melodious, it would be nothing without the deep, strained minor notes of autumn that give the music its wings.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

The Month of Sickness

If I had to label this month of November 2010, I would call it the "month of sickness." Not the most lovely name in the world, but one that describes it pretty well. Even now, it seems like sickness has crept over the whole Maadi area. It really is absurd the number of people who have been hit and forced to lay low for quite awhile. And sometimes when they are needed most. For example, my aunt Julie- whom I love very much- has had a lot on her plate over the past few months. She is the director of the women's ministry at our church and has been heavily involved in planning the women's community Bible study and organizing the annual Christmas Charity fair amongst many other things. And right in the busiest of seasons, she was taken out of commission. One evening she started feeling dizzy, the next morning her ears felt funny, and in a matter of three hours, she lost all of her hearing in her right ear. It is about 3 weeks later now, and the hearing has not returned. The doctors are calling it "Sudden Sensory Hearing Loss" and saying it probably won't return. But the hardest part is that the dizziness/balance has not improved either- leaving her to spend most of her days on the couch. It has been an incredibly difficult time for her, but she is holding on to her faith in our Brother. She shared about her trust in the Father through this hard time during our testimony service on Friday, and it brought tears to my eyes.
It seems the enemy is trying very hard to slow down the work that is being done in and through Maadi Community church, but even sickness and hardship, in the hands of God, can be used to make His body stronger.
When I was sick a couple weeks ago, I came down with a fever and really bad stomach issues. The doctor said it was either food poisoning or some kind of stomach bug. But it completely wiped me out. I was at the house of my friends Tim and Maia when it started. We were all watching a Christmas movie when I started shaking with the chills. It wasn't stopping, so I laid down in their back room. Tim drove to my Uncle's house and back to get a thermometer to take my temperature, and they called their doctor. They found a lab/clinic that I could go to in the morning, and then gave me 100$ in case I'd need it for the doctors since they were supposed to be leaving on a trip at 3 in the morning. Then they ended up deciding to stay home from their trip and texted me to see if they could come with my Uncle and I to the doctor's office. These are the moments you remember. These are the times when the love of our Brother is shown so clearly through His children.
Because I was recovering from this sickness, I missed out on the desert camping trip I was planning on taking with a group of friends. But since that group of friends has returned, each one of them has also gotten sick with stomach problems. I think it was my Father's protection against further sickness that kept me from going on that trip.
I'd say that your prayers would definitely still be appreciated as the sickness still seems to be going around and we're not all at 100% yet. Pray for health and protection. But also, praise the Father, that despite all the sickness... His work continues. The Christmas fair, despite the fact that Aunt Julie was taken out of the picture, was a complete success. Father raised up another group of women who took the responsibility and did a wonderful job organizing the event. I've only heard positive feedback. He's not limited by sickness or hardship, and for that I'm very thankful. :)

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Thoughts over a Bowl of Cookie Dough

So, I'm sitting at the dining room table eating my roommate's cookie dough out of the bowl on a nice quiet Thursday evening. I don't know when the last time was that I spent a week night at home, and I am thankful for these quiet moments. The day hasn't been COMPLETELY quiet I suppose. It started with an epic battle against the ants in my bathroom this morning. I wiped them up 3 or 4 times, and they kept coming. Such determined little bugs! But I called for reinforcements and my roommate is supposed to be bringing home some ant spray tonight. So we hope they won't win the war and take over the apartment.
I have two roommates. Amber is 26- a Kindergarten Teacher at an elementary school in New Maadi. My other roommate, Meg, is a student at the American University of Cairo for the semester. She's really enjoying it and comes home with lots of stories. Most of the friends that Meg has made at university are Egyptian, and sometimes she brings them over to our apartment and I get to meet them. One of her best friends, Moe, comes frequently to help her study Arabic.
Meg often tells me about the conversations she has with Moe. She is very passionate about what she believes and talks very openly with Moe about her desires to love and serve our Brother. And when she speaks like this with him, you can imagine it causes tension. He cringes and says "Don't say that He is the Son of Dad." He cringes not because he is offended, but because he is concerned. GENUINELY concerned. He- like many of us in the "family" of believers- is afraid for his friend because he honestly believes she will not spend her eternity in heaven. He begs her to read passages from his book. He shows her videos online of testimonies of people who were not of his religion but then "found the truth." They move him to tears. Just like ours move us to tears. He tries to persuade in the same ways we try to persuade.
You know, it's amazing to me, how similar these two look in so many ways. Just the other day, I was walking back to my apartment on a Friday morning and passed the mosque that is right next door to our building. It's a pretty big mosque and its call to prayer has become a very normal part of our day- sounding very loudly in the mornings and noon and evenings. They have their services on Friday mornings, and as I passed by on this particular Friday, I peered in to see all the people. As I was looking in, a middle aged Egyptian man and his 10 or 11 year old son got out of their car and shut the door- walking up the steps in their "Friday clothes." And as I kept walking, a young Egyptian man in his early 20's or so came running by me, obviously running a little late and attempting to sneak in the back... and as the service gets out the families converse and socialize.... and how familiar it looks from the outside.
On the inside of the mosque there are countless people; but on the inside of the people, there is an underlying emptiness.
There are many M's, like my roommate's friend, who genuinely believe what they have heard all of their lives, and because of their beliefs, some of them are scared for us. They think we're lost.
What a strange feeling to be on the other side of things. Yet I have a relationship, and His Spirit lives in me- testifying to the Truth of His Word. We must pray for wisdom and revelation to penetrate the vale of darkness over hearts.
Well, I've finally put the bowl of cookie dough away (probably not soon enough), so I guess I'll sign off for the day. :) Blessings!

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Running in Place

So I'm finding Sundays are the best blogging day all around. :) The days fill up so fast. It seems there is an activity that occupies nearly every night- except for Thursday and Sunday. Oh, how I have come to LOVE Sundays. Praise God that He instituted a day of rest for his people. I am learning more and more as I get older how important that day is.
This past week was a crazy one for me. Monday night life group, Tuesday night high school youth group, teaching Wednesday night at Middle School youth group, Thursday my last Arabic lesson for this level, and Friday and Saturday I had to run both services this weekend for the kids. I also was planning a Kidzone Teachers' meeting after the service Friday, just to be able to hear how things have been going and what needs/suggestions the teachers have for their individual classes.
I knew last Sunday, at the beginning of the week that it was going to be a crazy one, and I knew I would need extra strength and enabling from the Lord to accomplish everything that needed to be done. But did I prepare myself for it? Not really. You know that parable in Luke, chapter 14 about the man who sets his mind on building a great tower? And Luke says that of course if someone is going to build a great big tower, he would first sit down and estimate the cost and resources required to complete it. Well, I guess I wasn't the smart builder in this case. I knew I'd probably need a little more grace this week, a little touch more of patience, a much greater ability to focus, and a great level of energy than normal. I often know those things ahead of time, but what do I do about it?
Well, last week I simply chose to take things as they came. I made a giant to do list and started trying to work through them. Some nights I had to stay up late, so in the morning I'd roll out of bed and try to start all over again- my brain still swimming with thoughts and checklists. I just went through the week trying to keep my head above water. Finally, Thursday rolled around and my brain had taken in about as much as it could handle. I went through my to do list for the day and NOTHING was working. Every little thing was going wrong. I grew more and more frustrated. And instead of reminding myself that it's God's work and He will accomplish it, I kept fighting to survive. I tried even harder. And again, it was like there was a little invisible man following me around, thwarting or spoiling everything I put my hand to. And at the end of the day, I was about ready to scream into my pillow!
Sometimes I think I get so busy with "doing God's work" and "finishing my tasks" that I run on autopilot and think that it's all up to me to accomplish everything. I picture myself struggling in my own efforts- tiring myself out, toiling long, etc. and then there is God, who is just holding His strong hand on my head to hold me down and keep me from moving forward. Just until I am still enough to realize, I've just been wasting my energy running in place.
I work up a sweat and breath unnecessarily hard, until finally I look up into the face of a God who has graciously extended His hand upon my head to keep me where I am so that I can realize the futility of running on my own. He just wants me to look into His face and rest.
Knowing all that had to be done, I should have, like the wise builder, sat down and thought about what I would need to build. If I had, I would have realized that in order to function in God's strength and by His power, I'd need more time with Him. My work is nothing apart from Him. He is what gives it life, meaning, and purpose. He breathes, and brings life. He speaks, and brings things into being.
So this week, I guess its back to the drawing board. I'd like to be a little more prepared this week. Perhaps that begins with going to bed earlier so that I can get up earlier for a time of focused prayer with the expert builder? Guess I'm already failing that one tonight. ;) So ya, I guess this is goodnight?!!

Monday, October 18, 2010

God Stories

Ok, so this is almost embarrassing how little I update my blog. My last entry was in May, and it's October. You know, I guess it's because I was under the impression that I had to have something truly inspiring and life changing to write about before I made an entry, but really... I've come to the conclusion that is not necessarily true. I think sometimes the every day little incidents that happen on the streets, or in the office, or at home, or amongst a crowd of people- these little interactions and tidbits can sometimes be truly the most inspiring :) Because they are real stories about real people, in the practical- every day life.
We just started a new life group Monday nights for young adults at our church here in Maadi, and one thing that I really enjoy doing are "God stories." When we open up, we each go around the room and just tell one way we saw God through the past week. I LOVE the practical examples of His work. It is so encouraging because you see how His Spirit is STILL working in little ways every day! One of the guys shared about how someone did something to him on the soccer field that made him angry and he wanted to retaliate, but then the Spirit reminded him to "not let the sun go down while you are still angry" and prompted him to go talk to this rival. And he was able to share the love of the Father with this guy. Another friend in life group shared how God had revealed to him this week that it is possible to glorify Himself through the "daily work" he is doing at his job. He's started to see opportunities to build the Kingdom and is getting excited about it.
These are the things that keep renewing my faith. These little things are what remind me that the Holy Spirit is real, living, moving, working, renewing, empowering, comforting, convicting, etc. etc. He isn't passive or stale or uninvolved. He's fresh. And He's always working.
I realize that I need more of Him. I need more focus. I want him to somehow become the fabric of my life- interwoven through every circumstance, conversation, and life experience.
So anyway, I hope to be better at just communicating little God stories to you whenever I can. :) I hope it will be encouraging for you.

Monday, May 31, 2010

"That's Your Place"

Back in March, I did a kid's program called "Objective Detective." It was about a detective and his agent on a quest to uncover the evidence of an Unseen Dad. We had 10 precious children (all kids of workers throughout Egypt) who were our junior detectives for the week. So many of you were praying for them by name, and I wish you could meet them in person. I sent updates as to how each day went, but I want you to catch a glimpse of their personalities. I posted my favorite video to do just that. Isaac is a four year old boy with the cutest little British accent. He is the one giving the ants their places on the log. :) His sister Anna is next to him. David is the little guy crying "EWWWWW..." at the fact that Lauren's brother Jedidiah "eats ants." And then there is HIS sister Julia who is the one licking the knife and sticking it back in the peanut butter jar. :) I hope you enjoy their personalities. They were a great bunch of junior detectives, and I truly believe they saw a glimpse of the One who created them that week back in March. Thanks for praying.