Showing posts with label Thursday's Thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thursday's Thoughts. Show all posts

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Cupcakes with sprinkles




Yesterday I made cupcakes with sprinkles for Joseph's 4th birthday. Joseph is Pendo's (our houselady) son. We try to do little things for her kids, so Abby and I frosted some cupcakes and put some colored sprinkles on top. Sprinkles I picked up at Walmart, for next to nothing, during out last trip to the States. They are available here, but cost about $7 for a bottle. Needless to say, with them being that expensive, most Tanzanians have never had them before. It was a special treat for little Joseph and his brothers.

When Pendo arrived to work today she told me how happy Joseph was and how he enjoyed the crunch of the sprinkles. He went from person to person and chewed on them so they could hear them crunching. He wanted to share his joy to all who would listen!

It truly is the small things in life that will bring us joy if we let them. What little things can you find joy in as you look for them? I'd love to read in the comments the things God shows you today. Be like Joseph and share your joy with us!


Thursday, November 8, 2012

Are we really living out Christ to our "neighbor?"



Karen and her husband Deon are from South Africa. Deon came here to work as a geologist for a mining company. We met them some months ago when they came through to survey the area. Both of them are Christians. Karen and I enjoy many of the same books. She is creative, and has a heart for people. And they just moved into their home, which is a short walk from our house. 

She invited me over today for a visit. Our conversation was a like a noodle going from one topic to the next. We talked about a book she is writing, books we are reading, art, sewing, and walking out our Christian faith on a daily basis.

Karen told me about a recent incident that occurred while they were staying at a local Hotel which is right on Lake Victoria. Two teenage boys got caught in a storm and drown. One boy's body washed ashore, but the other boy's had not. Deon and Karen tried to help by encouraging the family, buying them something to drink as they sat there hour after hour waiting. Deon even dove into to the tempestuous lake to try and find the body.

There was another two men there that day - both missionaries. They knew of the situation, but didn't do anything. They didn't comfort the family. They didn't pray with them. They just continued on with their day at the beach.

As Karen told me this story I thought to myself, "How often am I that way? How many opportunities to share the love of Christ with someone did I pass up because it wasn't in the box I live in and consider my ministry?" So stop and ask yourself if you have fallen into this trap of not seeing your "neighbor" that is in need, but rather walking right past, minding your own business, or even heading off to do your ministry. 

I would love to get some conversation going about this topic. In what ways are you convicted to change? In what ways have you shared Christ's love with your "neighbor?" What suggestions do you have, or what pitfalls do you warn us of? I think this topic is well worth discussing so we can all do better at living out Christ to those around us, and not just to those we are ministering to.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

New every morning





He had been set apart to serve the Lord before he was born. Just as his ministry was beginning, God warned this 20-something novice preacher that his work would be 2/3 negative (uprooting, smashing, destroying, overturning) and only 1/3 positive (building up, planting). Prepare yourself, God said, because it’s going to be hard. Kings, priests, and ordinary folks will be furious with you every day for the rest of your life. They’ll fight you. They’ll hate you. But I’ll take care of you, and I’ll put my words in your mouth. Just be my spokesman.

And that’s what he was. He said everything God told him to say--preceded by, “Thus says the Lord!” And sure enough, it was a tough life. His family rejected him; his hometown friends despised him. He endured unjust trials, painful floggings, and near-starvation. He was locked into chains and stocks and threatened with death by murderous mobs. He dictated long messages from God to one loyal friend, who read the scrolls to the people, who reported them to the king, who sliced each scroll into fuel for his fire. Dungeons were his regular lodgings, but even they were luxurious compared to the muddy cistern where he was once lowered to live in suffocating filth.

Enough to cause some discouragement, don’t you think? And he did get depressed. He longed to run off to a desolate shack in the wilderness, far away from the mocking shame of his daily life. But the word of the Lord burned in his bones and he couldn’t abandon his call. He stayed put and pressed on—for 50 years.

I think it would have been hard to be Jeremiah’s wife. When a couple’s ministry is opposed, the wife faces a double-whammy: the sting of personal rejection plus the ache of seeing someone she loves suffer. During those 5 decades, Jeremiah’s wife wouldn’t have had many pain-free days. Maybe not even a single one.

So when God advised him not to get married, He was, as always, wise. But if Jeremiah had had a wife, and I could talk to her, here’s what I’d say: look past your pain to God’s purposes. Just look at what He is doing through your husband! He is God’s chosen mouthpiece to speak truth (even when he’s afraid) to people who need to hear it. And look at what God is doing in your husband! Those tears you see (when he’s discouraged) are less self-pity than compassion. They’re the overflow of a heart of love for people. A tough exterior with a tender core: that’s a weeping prophet. That’s a man God uses.

And it’s a man He comes close to. That long-ago preacher, so bold before other humans, was humble before his Lord. The hard circumstances of his ministry squeezed sweet, sad poetry from his soul, yet right in the middle of his most profound lamentations, in confident faith he suddenly sang, “It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness." Lamentations 3:22-23

If he could sing those words at that time, in that place, then when you’re asked to taste a bit of suffering you can sing them, too--even if you’re not Jeremiah the prophet, but Mrs. Jeremiah instead.



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Thursday, September 6, 2012

Walking in love...





This morning when I checked Facebook I found this post by a friend who lives in my hometown of Greeneville, Tennessee. I really spoke to my heart so I thought I'd share it with you ladies.

Today at the Hardees drive-thru, an elderly gentleman in a pickup truck in front of me bumped the truck in front of him. He got out of his vehicle and immediately my heart went out to him. He was so disappointed in himself, and kept apologizing to the lady who got out of the truck he hit. She was so kind to him, and trying to console him. He was not to be consoled. He seemed embarrassed and ashamed. She pulled to the window, got her food and left the lot. When he pulled to the window, the employee told him his breakfast was paid for, by the lady who just pulled out, along with a message. She said to tell him to have a blessed day, and that life is too short to worry about the little things. 

This is a good reminder that we are to walk in love. What if this lady had been angry and said unkind words to this elderly man? What if she drove away speedily in frustration only to arrive at work and tell all the people she worked with about it? Would that have left anyone, including herself, encouraged and ready to start the day? But instead, she acted in love. She treated this man with the same love and respect she would want her grandfather treated. And not only did she totally bless this man, she blessed the employee of Hardees, she blessed my friend, she blessed me, and I hope she blessed you!




Thursday, August 30, 2012

Greener Grass





Is the grass really greener on the other side?



Some days I long to be living back in America. I think of how wonderful it is to have water every day, stable electricity, a well-stocked grocery store, smooth roads, convenience, privacy... At times I can feel very alone, with a feeling that no one understands my life, or is holding me up in prayer.

We just got back from a short trip to the States. I was so excited to "eat up" as much 'green grass' as I could during those six weeks. And I thoroughly enjoyed the hot baths, regular electricity (although it did go out for several hours one night), shopping, and eating out. America was just as "green" as I remembered it - or was it?

My first Sunday back at our sending church a lady shares how her husband lost his job, and they are trusting God to meet their needs. I hear of another church member who is losing her house. Both are faithful givers. (My 'dusty' side of the world finds my bank account with support from those who faithfully give through their local church.) While out of town I get a phone call from my son. "Mr. So-And-So just committed suicide." The next Sunday I hug the wife, and watch as the son breaks down while singing in the choir. 

You know what I found over there in the 'green grass?'

heartache 
loss
pain
suffering

The Lord speaks to my heart and asks me some hard questions:


  • Are you really thankful for what I provide for you?
  • Do you think you deserve what I provide?
  • Do you care about the suffering of others as much as you want them to care about you?
  • Do you pray for others in the way you hope they pray for you?


My mind wanders to Psalm twenty-three...

"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever."


It hits me. 'Green grass' isn't a place, it's a Person. Jesus wants to lead me to green pastures. And when I follow Him, He restores my soul - not family, or friends, or Walmart. He also wants me to point others to follow Him. Whether that be first through a saving knowledge of Him, or to be reminded that in Him are the answers and comfort they need.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Learning Humility




Pride always has to take the credit for a job well done, a victory achieved, a soul saved, a Christian helped.  Pride always has to take the credit and never the blame.  If something goes wrong, it is always someone else’s fault.  Pride would rather choke than say, “I’m sorry.”  Yet, we can achieve so much more as long as we don’t have to take the credit!

So how can we deal with our tendency toward pride and arrogance?  How can we learn to let agape love rule our service and relationships in the church?

Spend Lots of Time in Worship

Isaiah looked through the doorway of heaven one day and saw the Lord high and lifted up, sitting on a throne.  “Woe is me, for I am undone!  Because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; for mine eyes have seen the King, the Lord of Hosts” (Isa. 6:5).  The best way for us to stop saying, “Wow is me!” is to spend lots of time seeing the Lord who is high and holy.  Then we will find ourselves saying, “Woe is me.”  

I was intrigued to hear Isaiah talk about his lips as his being “unclean.”  To me, he is the golden-lipped prophet!  Yet as he worshipped, he felt dirty and in need of cleansing.

Spend time with God.  See the Lord high and lifted up, glorious and holy.  If that doesn’t cure your pride, nothing will!

Listen to Yourself, Look at Yourself

Listen to yourself talk, and then stop talking when it’s all about you.  Ask lots of questions about other people.  Stop talking about your kids and ask about theirs.  If there are single people in the group, remember that they have a family too!  Ask them to share their photos.

Use the Bible as a mirror of your soul. James says, "For if any be a hearer of the word, and not a doer, he is like unto a man beholding his natural face in a glass: For he beholdeth himself, and goeth his way, and straightway forgetteth what manner of man he was." (James 1:23-24). Look into God's Word and see yourself clearly. See the blemishes, but don't walk away and forget. Try to improve things you see in the "mirror."

Years ago I took care of our three-month-old grandson, Drew, for a day.  The baby was upset much of the time, and I found it difficult to keep him happy.  At last I found the answer.  I held him up in front of the mirror in my bedroom.  This worked wonderfully!  Drew saw himself and cooed and talked to the mirror until his parents came back.  I told Judy about it, explaining that as long as he saw himself, he was quite happy.

“Oh , Mom,” my daughter replied, “he is at the age where he doesn’t recognize himself.  He thought it was another baby!”  My daughter is a psychologist, so far be it from me to argue with her!  But the incident gave me a good illustration.  Like Drew, we look into the prefect law of liberty, the Word of God, and see ourselves reflected there with all our blemishes.  Most of us don’t really realize that we are seeing ourselves, and so we go away and do nothing about what we have seen.  If we can allow God to show us our pride and arrogance, our rudeness and selfishness, and ask Him to change us into His image, then the mirror will have done its good work in our hearts.  So listen to yourself and look at yourself!  Then fix the blemishes you notice!

Humble Yourself

If we don’t humble ourselves, then God will humble us!  So dare to invite God to keep you humble.  Now let me tell you, this is an exceedingly dangerous prayer to pray!  I have learned from experience what it’s like to have God humble me—and it’s not always a pretty picture!  Yet I still dare to ask God to do what it takes to keep my head the size it should be, and He still delights to oblige.  The Bible says, “Humble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God,” (1 Peter 5:6), and I would add, “You had better do it, or God will do it for you!”

In His Love,

Jill Briscoe
Executive Editor
Just Between Us Magazine 

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Expressing Gratefulness


Beth Spilger is a pastor's wife in St Louis, MO. She and Ken have been married for 37 years and at Grace Baptist Church for 35 years this December. They have 7 children, two sons-in-love, and 7 wonderful grandchildren. Beth has home schooled her children since 1984. Their last child will be graduating from High School in two years. 





Expressing gratefulness to others for their benefits to my life is NOT one of my strong points. It is something I have to work at and cognitively practice.

Challenged by a speaker to list those who had made significant contributions to my life gave me reason to make a list and write simple thank yous. I began the process and have purposed to continue adding more as they come to mind.

Surprisingly, out of the many notes I've written only two who received a thank you have acknowledged those notes.

One was from a very godly lady who had rebuked me soundly after a comment I made to the girls in my dorm at camp. She and I shared a cabin and hearing my comment she drew me aside and kindly rebuked me for the very foolish thing I had said. She was right! I was foolish. I listened to her rebuke and I took it to heart. I've lived by that admonition ever since and God has blessed. She wrote that she didn't even remember having said anything to me but was glad that she had made a difference.

The most significant and life changing to me was the acknowledgement from my uncle.

This uncle also happened to be my 8th grade math teacher. Imagine calling an uncle by Mr. rather than Uncle! He had my best interest at heart, so when I missed a test question or didn't quite do as well as he knew I could on homework assignments, I not only heard about it on my paper through the score and notes written on the sheets, but I also heard about it at the next family gathering! Embarrassing? Yes! Challenging? Even more! He cared.

A few years ago our family drove three days to northern Washington state to help my uncle and aunt celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary. 

The surprise came when he took me aside and thanked me for that thank you note. He also shared that out of ALL the hundreds of students he had taught and coached in junior and senior high school I was the ONLY one who had ever thanked him!

My aunt also took me aside and told me how much it meant to him. She said he cried when he read it. He cried! Imagine a tough athletic man crying because of a thank you!

That made me stop and think...how many others are out there wondering if they have helped anyone in any way. Wondering if their lives and the sacrifices they have made meant anything to someone else.

I was reading in Psalms 107 this morning and verse 22 stood out to me.

"And let them sacrifice the sacrifices to thanksgiving, and declare his works with rejoicing."

Our thanksgiving is a "sacrifice." [This is a wonderful Bible study relating back to Leviticus 7 and 1 Peter 2.]

The person I need to be thanking most is my Lord. Have the "wondrous things" [meaning those things that go beyond human power and expectations] brought a "sacrifice of thanksgiving" from my lips to my Lord today? HE should be the first that I thank everyday.

What about others who have benefited me in numerous ways, like my family. They "do" all day and what they do or say is a great benefit to me and to others in our family.

What about folks in my church family? My pastor? My Sunday School teacher? The missionaries we support? A neighbor who keeps their yard beautiful to behold? Think about it, this list could go on... who are you thanking this Thursday?

~Just some Thursday Thoughts...

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Spiritual Weapons for Wayward Kids

How to Help Grown Wayward Children














What can you do when your grown children begin to stray spiritually? I've seen a lot of parents hurt, mystified, and shaken by sudden and radical spiritual changes in the lives of their adult children. I realize, one day I may be one of them - and so could you.

In these moments, some parents grasp for control—trying to maintain a mythical strangle-hold of childhood authority. This always escalates a situation to become worse and creates greater distance relationally and spiritually. In a wild swing to the other extreme—some parents abandon their post of parental influence. They mentally, emotionally, and spiritually disconnect with an “oh well” resignation, as if there is nothing they can really do. Others respond in anger—returning hurt for hurt.

Recently, Dana and I prayerfully and fearfully sat down with some parents who were facing circumstances in which we all felt powerless. Together, we rediscovered the weapons God had given us to fight battles that are far beyond our human control. And together, we saw God work a miracle. These are the weapons that God gives us all to use against impossible circumstances:

Unconditional Love and Acceptance
Regardless what my child does, how my child hurts me, or how far out of bounds my child behaves—I will choose to respond with Christ-like compassion and unconditional love. This is a powerful weapon that speaks to the heart and the conscience. By the way, acceptance of a person does not equal approval of sin.

Godly Grace
Regardless of what my child has done, I extend grace—unmerited favor. Just as grace is God’s response to my sin, grace will be my response to my child’s sin. Grace is always undeserved, and is the most powerful resource for creating an environment where repentance and change are possible.

Intercessory Prayer
This weapon brings all the powers of Heaven to work in the situation. It is the single most powerful and yet most neglected response to any strained relationship.

God’s Word
Opinions and personal preferences matter little, but the principles of God’s Word are powerful. When battles of the will only escalate a situation, the principles of God’s Word speak to the heart with the potential of lasting life change.

Patient Endurance
Change takes time. Repentence is rarely instantaneous. Parents who win these battles never give up (emphasis on NEVER.) They faithfully and persistently use these weapons until the battle is won.

These are weapons of the Spirit. Think about it:

  • Weapons of flesh will react, weapons of the Spirit will respond.
  • Weapons of flesh will lash out. Weapons of the Spirit will reach out.
  • Weapons of flesh desire retribution. Weapons of the Spirit desire reconciliation.
  • Weapons of the flesh will seek control. Weapons of the Spirit will seek influence.
  • Weapons of flesh will make demands. Weapons of the Spirit will make pleas.
  • Weapons of flesh will accuse. Weapons of the Spirit will accept.
  • Weapons of flesh will return hurt. Weapons of Spirit will return grace.
  • Weapons of flesh will argue. Weapons of the Spirit will reason.


Here they are again: unconditional love, godly grace, intercessory prayer, God’s Word, and patient endurance.

Take hope, parent! If you are facing impossible circumstances and you feel hopeless and powerless—there is much you can do to fight a spiritual battle for your wayward child! God’s work is not finished in your child’s heart, and God’s Word is still powerful to change lives!

In reality, these weapons are effective in any broken or strained relationship. About the time you think there’s nothing you can do, about the time you want to over-react or fight in the flesh—these are the only weapons that can truly make a difference. May God give us wisdom to fight our relational battles in the wisdom of His Word and the power, and filling of His Holy Spirit.



Article by:
Cary Schmidt
Associate Pastor, Lancaster Baptist Church

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Magical Ears


The Trouble with Jenny’s Ear  was that she could hear not only what people were saying, but also what they were thinking. Jenny’s story was one of my favorite growing-up books, and back then I desperately wanted one of those marvelous ears and brothers like hers who would use their dictionaries and encyclopedias to help me win spelling bees and piles of money from quiz shows. (I’m wiser now. You and I both know that we’re much better off not knowing what people are thinking.)

I thought about Jenny and her amazing ear when I stood in front of a group of women who had just said goodbye to a pastor’s wife they had loved for a long time. Their faces were so sad that I couldn’t go on with the class without asking, “Why did you love her?”

They looked puzzled for a moment, and then someone answered, “It was her ears. She knew how to listen."

Heads nodded all over the room, and then another added, “Once I went to her house weighed down with a burden, and when I left, it was gone. When my husband asked what she had said to help, I realized that she had hardly said a word. She just listened. She had magical ears!”

They weren’t magical, but they were rare. Talkers are plentiful; listeners are few. It’s an exceptional woman who absorbs more words than she dispenses. But any woman who wants to help others has to learn to be quiet, for the cry of a heart can be heard only in stillness, and deep pain surfaces only in a silent place. Even without an ear like Jenny’s, when it’s quiet enough you can hear the most important words of all—the ones not spoken.

Sometimes all that’s needed to heal a wounded soul and lift a sagging spirit is one loving listener, for at its core, listening is love--love that sacrifices its need to be heard in favor of hearing, a desire to lecture in favor of learning, an opportunity to show off in favor of showing compassion. Instead of always leading the way, a patient listener, just by nodding in all the right places, can help a wanderer discover the right path on her own.

Quiet listening requires no aptitude or training, but it does take self-discipline to be “swift to hear, slow to speak” (James 1:19). Try it. Practice. You’ll find the effect on your personal ministry even more marvelous than Jenny’s ear.  You may never win spelling bees or piles of cash, but someday you too will be heaped with loving praise for those magical ears of yours.


Taken from: Monday Morning Club - Claudia Barba

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Motherhood as a Mission Field


by Rachel Jankovic



There is a good old saying, perhaps only said by my Grandfather, that distance adds intrigue. It is certainly true — just think back to anything that has ever been distant from you that is now near. Your driver’s license. Marriage. Children. Things that used to seem so fascinating, but as they draw near become less mystical and more, well, real.

This same principle certainly applies to mission fields too. The closer you get to home, the less intriguing the work of sacrifice seems. As someone once said, “Everyone wants to save the world, but no one wants to help Mom with the dishes.” When you are a mother at home with your children, the church is not clamoring for monthly ministry updates. When you talk to other believers, there is not any kind of awe about what you are sacrificing for the gospel. People are not pressing you for needs you might have, how they can pray for you. It does not feel intriguing, or glamorous. Your work is normal, because it is as close to home as you can possibly be. You have actually gone so far as to become home.

Home: The Headwaters of Mission

If you are a Christian woman who loves the Lord, the gospel is important to you. It is easy to become discouraged, thinking that the work you are doing does not matter much. If you were really doing something for Christ you would be out there, somewhere else, doing it. Even if you have a great perspective on your role in the kingdom, it is easy to lose sight of it in the mismatched socks, in the morning sickness, in the dirty dishes. It is easy to confuse intrigue with value, and begin viewing yourself as the least valuable part of the Church.

There are a number of ways in which mothers need to study their own roles, and begin to see them, not as boring and inconsequential, but as home, the headwaters of missions.

At the very heart of the gospel is sacrifice, and there is perhaps no occupation in the world so intrinsically sacrificial as motherhood. Motherhood is a wonderful opportunity to live the gospel. Jim Elliot famously said, “He is no fool who gives up that which he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose.” Motherhood provides you with an opportunity to lay down the things that you cannot keep on behalf of the people that you cannot lose. They are eternal souls, they are your children, they are your mission field.

Faith Makes the Small Offering Great

If you are like me, then you may be thinking “What did I ever give up for them? A desk job? Time at the gym? Extra spending money? My twenty- year- old figure? Some sleep?” Doesn’t seem like much when you put it next to the work of some of the great missionaries, people who gave their lives for the gospel.

Think about the feeding of the five thousand when the disciples went out and rounded up the food that was available. It wasn’t much. Some loaves. Some fish. Think of some woman pulling her fish out and handing it to one of the disciples. That had to have felt like a small offering. But the important thing about those loaves and those fishes was not how big they were when they were given, it was about whose hands they were given into. In the hands of the Lord, that offering was sufficient. It was more than sufficient. There were leftovers. Given in faith, even a small offering becomes great.

Look at your children in faith, and see how many people will be ministered to by your ministering to them. How many people will your children know in their lives? How many grandchildren are represented in the faces around your table now?

Gain What You Cannot Lose in Them

So, if mothers are strategically situated to impact missions so greatly, why do we see so little coming from it?  I think the answer to this is quite simple: sin. Discontent, pettiness, selfishness, resentment. Christians often feel like the right thing to do is to be ashamed about what we have. We hear that quote of Jim Elliot’s and think that we ought to sell our homes and move to some place where they need the gospel.

But I’d like to challenge you to look at it differently. Giving up what you cannot keep does not mean giving up your home, or your job so you can go serve somewhere else. It is giving up yourself. Lay yourself down. Sacrifice yourself here, now. Cheerfully wipe the nose for the fiftieth time today. Make dinner again for the people who don’t like the green beans. Laugh when your plans are thwarted by a vomiting child. Lay yourself down for the people here with you, the people who annoy you, the people who get in your way, the people who take up so much of your time that you can’t read anymore. Rejoice in them. Sacrifice for them. Gain that which you cannot lose in them.

It is easy to think you have a heart for orphans on the other side of the world, but if you spend your time at home resenting the imposition your children are on you, you do not. You cannot have a heart for the gospel and a fussiness about your life at the same time. You will never make any difference there if you cannot be at peace here. You cannot have a heart for missions, but not for the people around you. A true love of the gospel overflows and overpowers. It will be in everything you do, however drab, however simple, however repetitive.

God loves the little offerings. Given in faith, that plate of PB&J’s will feed thousands. Given in faith, those presents on Christmas morning will bring delight to more children than you can count. Offered with thankfulness, your work at home is only the beginning. Your laundry pile, selflessly tackled daily, will be used in the hands of God to clothe many. Do not think that your work does not matter. In God’s hands, it will be broken, and broken, and broken again, until all who have need of it have eaten and are satisfied. And even then, there will be leftovers.

Rachel Jankovic is a wife, homemaker, and mother. She is the author of Loving the Little Years and blogs at Femina. Her husband is Luke, and they have five children: Evangeline (5), Daphne (4), Chloe (2), Titus (2), and Blaire (5 months). 

Thursday, June 7, 2012

“Looking Down in Love”



Lori Bohman is a wife to Eric and mother to four daughters, Erica, Deborah, Heidi, and Julia. Her family have served as  BIMI missionaries in Africa since 1992. This year Eric has assumed the position of Africa Director. I've personally known Lori and her family since we arrived in Kenya in 1995. They are a godly family with a heart to serve the Lord. 



“For His eyes  are upon the ways of man, and He seeth
 all his goings.”  (Job 34:21)

We all know the children’s song “Oh, be careful little eyes what you see....for the Father up above is looking down in love, so be careful little eyes what you see.”  It is good to be reminded of the fact that God is watching us, yet many times, we think of Him as looking at us in a judgmental, critical way.  We imagine that He is waiting for us to make one bad move so He can punish us; yet it isn’t that way at all.  He is looking down on us in love!   

I like to remind my daughters that God sees them when they have resisted temptation, shown self control, or overcome a sin, and He is pleased.   This concept is not just for children; we as ladies need to remember that God is cheering us on when we have made the right choices and resisted the wrong thoughts, applauding us for steering clear of temptation. He is watching us and wanting to reward and bless us, as well. 

II Chronicles 16:9 says, “For the eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth [why?] to show Himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect toward Him...”  God wants to show Himself STRONG in your life today! He wants to do something great and mighty for you!  He is looking for a chance to bless us, an opportunity to meet our needs and answer our prayers.....but....we must have a heart that is ready to receive His blessings. 

As God looks down on us in love, is He pleased with what He sees?  Does He smile on our conversations with others?  Does He approve of the way we respond to our husband, the tone of voice we use with our children, the personal choices we make each day?

What a loving Father we have Who is eager and waiting to bless us!  He is watching us in love!

Proverbs 15:3 reminds us that, “The eyes of the Lord are in every place, beholding the evil and the good.”  This verse encourages me in knowing that God sees the good I do when no one else does.  As we serve the Lord, sometimes in remote places, it is easy to think that no one sees or cares.  How wonderful that God takes time to watch us and to care about our happenings throughout the day!  There is not a moment when He is not attentive to our needs.  He sees! He knows!

May the things we do today and the thoughts we think bring a smile to our Savior’s face as He looks down on us with eyes of unconditional love!
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Thursday, May 31, 2012

She shall be saved in childbearing???




Bill and I are teaching through the New Testament to our workers. (Pastor Pelegrino and Pendo.) We are currently in the book of 1 Timothy. As we studied chapter 2 about the roles of women and men in the church we came to verse 15. "Notwithstanding she shall be saved in childbearing, if they continue in faith and charity and holiness with sobriety." Of course we know from studying other verses that this isn't talking about obtaining salvation by the works of bearing children. Some would say it refers to a woman being the one to give birth to the Messiah, however, the commentary I read says that in the context it is referring to the fact that although women are not permitted roles of leadership within the church, she has the important role of training godly children in her home.

Let us not forget how important our role as wife and mother is. God did not make a mistake when He gave us the great responsibility of motherhood. Just this morning I got the sweetest message from my oldest son Tim who is attending Heartland Baptist Bible College. He said, "I love you guys so much, Mom and Dad! Thank you for being such amazing, God-fearing parents! God has blessed me more than I can ever thank Him for because of you guys!" I didn't write that to toot my own horn. I write it because I know that when our children are little we often don't hear thank you's. I just want to say DON'T GIVE UP! Even when it is hard, just keep pressing on; keep loving them, training them, and preparing them for their future life. Don't lose sight of the fact that the days of diapers and spills will come to an end. If we don't grow weary and faint, we will reap what we sow.

Proverbs 31:28a "Her children arise up, and call her blessed..."




This was originally posted on Tammy's blog  in May of 2010

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Sharpened Servants

From the Heart of Darlene Whetstone


Often times we have been asked, "How do you spell your last name?"  I would reply, W.H.E.T.S.T.O.N.E-- like you sharpen a knife on! Many times I would get this puzzled look as to what in the world is a whetstone?



Definition of a whetstone ---a fine-grained stone 
used for sharpening cutting tools


As I began to think about this, I was reminded that we have God’s Word that works just like a whetstone in our spiritual lives.  We always need to be sharpened, have the rough edges knocked off, and fix the nicks that come into our lives.  These make us get dull and hard to cut the coldness or indifference that often creeps in and dulls our lives.  Just as it would be to try to use a dull knife to cut something, our lives can be affected if we neglect to use what God has already given us to keep us sharp and useful servants - His Word.  We must hide it in our hearts, meditate on it, share it with others and let it guide us each step, as we seek His will for our lives.


Ecclesiastes 10:10  “ If the iron be blunt, and he do not WHET the edge, then must he put to more strength: but wisdom is profitable to direct.”


If the edge is blunt it will take much more strength to cut and get the job done, but if we use the wisdom we have and the tool that is given for the job; then how much quicker or direct we can finish the task, with a sharp edge.

So the next time you see the word WHETSTONE you will know what it is, and what job it does.  Don’t let our lives get dulled by the world, but pull out the Word of God and apply it to our hearts and minds that we will be the Sharpened Servants that pull out the Word of God and apply it to our hearts and minds that we will be the Sharpened Servants that God wants us to be.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

God takes care of His girls


Singleness

By:  Lisa Newland

Missionary serving in Tanzania




When I was a girl the dread of my heart (and I imagine still the dread of most Christian teen gals) is that God would call me to be a missionary in Africa - single. I even avoided praying about it. I figured if being a missionary was in His plans (and heaven forbid, single!) then HE would have to broach the topic.

Well, here I am, 34 yrs old. You guessed it… single missionary in Africa. I imagine God saw the humor in this much earlier than I did; probably when I was still a “tween” trying to avoid the topic of discussion. What I love to recall though is just how God brought me to this place and how God daily sustains me.

A few lessons I was taught as a teenager:  God is all good, all the time. If you believe this, you’ll be willing to surrender all control of your life over to Him. And:  You don’t have to be afraid of His will for your life. He’ll never call you to do something you can’t stand.  Guaranteed… He purposely designed you for whatever His will is for you. Guaranteed… you’ll love it! Now, knowing that I’m right smack dab where God wants me to be… single missionary, in Africa… I can say whole-heartedly… “I AGREE!”

But let me go back...  Growing up I was the shy girl who hid behind her mama’s skirts, too afraid to talk to grown ups. I had two hilarious brothers so I didn’t have to talk much anyway. When asked in youth group, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” My reply, “A wife and mother.” I truly had no other ambitions. No careers sounded appealing. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to go to college.  Bottom line:  I don’t fit the stereotypical strong and independent single woman.

Even more reason for God to call me where I am, I guess. Is not His strength made perfect in our weakness? The part I most love about being here, in the center of God’s will, is that I’m growing, constantly being stretched in my faith, constantly being challenged to trust and love Him more. When I started down this journey of being a single missionary, a dear friend and fellow single missionary, said to me, “Don’t forget, Lisa, God takes care of His girls. He’ll never leave us, and I think He especially looks out for us singles because we don’t have a husband to help keep us in line!” I've been in Africa three years now and can boast confidently, God DOES take care of His girls!

This Saturday I traveled out to a village (45 min away) to lead girls youth group. The clouds looked rather foreboding but Happiness, the pastor’s wife, and I forged ahead. When we turned off the paved road, we saw that rain had already dumped bucket-loads.  The sky was clearing up nicely the closer we got, but the road was a muddy mess. We slipped and slid along. Some puddles were so deep I was worried for my brakes and almost turned back. This past month I’ve been teaching in preschool Bible class that “Bwana ndiye msaada wangu, sitaogopa.” The Lord is my help, I will not be afraid. The lesson on Jesus calming the storm and Jesus’ rebuke to Peter, “Oh, you of little faith,” really touched my heart.  I want to LEARN this lesson. I don’t want to continually need to be rebuked by my Lord. So, before the big puddles I quoted out loud, “Bwana ndiye msaada wangu, sitaogopa.” And before the especially messy, muddy sections of road (that if I slip, how will I ever get out, Lord?), “Bwana ndiye msaada wangu, sitaogopa.” We ended up having a great time with the girls, made it home that night safe and sound with nothing more than a filthy car. God takes care of His girls!

A few years ago I was driving behind a big truck, full of glass soda bottles. The truck drove up and down off a large speed bump (more of a 4 ft wide, 1 ft high walkway across the road). Just as the truck was starting its ascent I had a thought, “You know, it might be safer if I don’t follow quite so close to such a big truck, who knows what could happen.” I put on the brakes to get some distance and just then the truck bounced off the speed bump. The back door flew open and two crates of soda bottles shattered on top of the speed bump. If I hadn’t slowed down those crates would have gone right through my windshield! The Holy Spirit whispered in my ear just in time. God takes care of His girls.

Here in Mwanza, the Lord has surrounded me with a good network of “wazungu” (white people) friends. He’s given me a great house to rent in a very safe compound.  He’s provided a great vehicle at a very reasonable price. I’m doing what I absolutely love, teaching kids. I have many Tanzanian friends at the various village churches I work in. The other day I told the Lord, “You know if all my extended family would just move here to Mwanza my life would be perfect!” OK, sorry… sometimes I can be a bit too sappily (is that a word?) optimistic. I get it from my Grandma. Life isn’t always perfect. There’s days I fight discouragement and despair. Days I long to escape and have no place to go. Days I wish I could just crawl in bed and start over. And even in those days. Days that I don’t feel His presence, I know that God takes care of His girls.

I know I have much still to learn. I’m a recipient of God’s DAILY grace, and it is because of His grace that I KNOW God will take care of me, no matter where He leads.

How about you? Avoiding certain topics in your prayer time?  Afraid of what God might call you to do? Guaranteed… He purposely designed you for whatever His will is for you.  Guaranteed… you’ll love it! Stop avoiding! Plunge in! Just wait and see how God will take care of you!