It takes a big team to do a big job, they say. That's why I was so thrilled with the decision of our Board Friday evening to accept Mark and Stacy Luckey and family as missionaries to Uganda. Yea, God! They will be working alongside Russ and Marcia Baugh who are there now getting started with a project called "The Way Home". It's an effort to help orphans find "forever families", preferably through in-country adoption. Encouraging foster parenting and helping grandmothers who are raising orphans will also be a part of their job. The Baughs and the Luckeys hope to help raise awareness in African churches regarding the responsibility of the church toward orphans, hope to arouse in African Christians a desire to help orphans, hope to help guide those efforts.
Uganda's orphans come from the ravages of AIDS and from the devastation left behind by LRA's long guerilla war in the north. Like us, both the Baughs and the Luckey's have adopted African orphans into their own homes, and now God has laid on their hearts the wider need of millions. Thank you, God, for adding missionaries to the team. Send us more long term, career or lifetime missions oriented people, we pray in Jesus' name. And take care of the orphans today, You who called Yourself Father of the Fatherless. In Jesus' name. Amen.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Monday, September 13, 2010
How can a six year old understand rejection?
How can a six-year old understand rejection? Today I wrote the story of Emmanuel in Congo. I'm hoping that someone reading his story will be moved to sponsor him for $30 a month.
Emmanuel's mother was a prostitute who had little time for him. Especially when she began to get sick. Emmanuel watched her waste away and die before he was four years old.
Still sick with grief, he was taken in by an uncle. But the family did not understand AIDS. They looked for a different cause for the mother's death. When they visited a traditional diviner, he was happy to provide an acceptable reason. It must be that little Emmanuel had "eaten" his mother's soul through witchcraft. He had only been with the uncle a short time when the whole family began to hate him. Blaming him for his mother's death and fearing he may do the same to them, no one could treat him decently, let alone show him love. Soon he was chased away from the home and ended up alone on the streets to fend for himself.
Emmanuel is now eight years old. He's finally had a break in life. He was found by one of the caring associates of Every Child Ministries, who arranged for care with a loving family. They need help, however. They are struggling to support their own family, and if Emmanuel proves to be the burden that breaks the fragile support system for their own, he may again find himself despised and cast out. Lord, please lay Emmanuel on the heart of someone who is able to sponsor him for $30 a month. Give strength to his foster family so that they may love and accept him as their very own. Provide for their needs and those of their whole family.
Your heart breaks for Emmanuel specifically and for all the Emmanuels of this world. Send them help in Jesus' name.
Emmanuel's mother was a prostitute who had little time for him. Especially when she began to get sick. Emmanuel watched her waste away and die before he was four years old.
Still sick with grief, he was taken in by an uncle. But the family did not understand AIDS. They looked for a different cause for the mother's death. When they visited a traditional diviner, he was happy to provide an acceptable reason. It must be that little Emmanuel had "eaten" his mother's soul through witchcraft. He had only been with the uncle a short time when the whole family began to hate him. Blaming him for his mother's death and fearing he may do the same to them, no one could treat him decently, let alone show him love. Soon he was chased away from the home and ended up alone on the streets to fend for himself.
Emmanuel is now eight years old. He's finally had a break in life. He was found by one of the caring associates of Every Child Ministries, who arranged for care with a loving family. They need help, however. They are struggling to support their own family, and if Emmanuel proves to be the burden that breaks the fragile support system for their own, he may again find himself despised and cast out. Lord, please lay Emmanuel on the heart of someone who is able to sponsor him for $30 a month. Give strength to his foster family so that they may love and accept him as their very own. Provide for their needs and those of their whole family.
Your heart breaks for Emmanuel specifically and for all the Emmanuels of this world. Send them help in Jesus' name.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
How foolish I was -- The Days of Genesis 1
It’s so hard to clear our minds of preconceptions!
I admit I’ve been pretty critical of friends who, although they love the Lord, have accepted ideas about early earth history that seem to me to be incompatible with a serious, straight reading of the Biblical text. It’s seemed apparent to me that they think too much of the supposed “facts” of science, assuming the current thinking of the majority of scientists to be “proven fact”. And if an idea is regarded as proven fact, it’s obvious that when it conflicts with our understanding of Scripture, it must be our understanding of Scripture or the Scripture itself that is wrong. That’s been very easy to see—in others.
Recently I found, though, that the same kind of presuppositions had invaded my own thinking, too. I didn’t throw out the plain teaching of Scripture in favor of some other view, but I did have an area I could not understand. It always seemed problematic to me. That point was, since God measured the days of creation as morning and evening from Day 1, and since He did not create the sun, moon and stars until Day 4, how could days be measured as day and evening from Day 1? I didn’t think it in a way to reject or deny Scripture; I was just trying to figure it out. I hoped no one would ever ask me that question because I felt I didn’t have a very good answer.
I know, God made light and darkness on Day 1. I had read someplace that now scientists know that light can exist apart from the sun. But I have to admit, it was pretty hard for me to envision light without the sun, because the light I know is that which is related to the sun in one way or another.
I thought of measuring time on earth in terms of the movement of our solar system. Without the sun, it was hard for me to envision any measurement of time.
Then recently I read an article by a scientist who opened up my mind on this issue in one single statement. He pointed out that what measures days, light and dark, morning and evening, is not the revolution of the earth around the sun, but rather the rotation of the earth on its axis. Like duh! I knew that. Yes, of course, I knew that, yet my thinking about time was so connected to the solar system that I couldn’t see what that meant. Every time I envisioned measurement of time, I pulled up in my imagination my preconceived idea—the earth as a part of the solar system. I knew the difference between the earth’s revolution around the sun (one earth year) and its rotation on its axis (one earth day). But the two were so connected in my mind, that the idea of day and night without the sun still seemed problematic, or at least, difficult to imagine. Days in my mind were connected to months and years and those were connected to the solar system.
The scientist went on to discuss the idea of sidereal time. I wondered at first if he made up some esoteric word, but no, it’s described on Wikipedia in the same way he described it. Sidereal time is the kind of time commonly used in astronomy, used to adjust the clocks that move telescopes to keep certain objects in sight. Unlike solar time, sidereal time ignores the position of the sun. In order to keep heavenly bodies in view in their telescopes, astronomers have to put the sun out of the picture. Amazing! A mind-blowing concept!
I could only laugh at myself. How foolish I had been! While criticizing others, I had made the very same mistake. I had found it hard to understand the Scriptures simply because my own preconceptions had blocked my view.
Well, I don’t pretend to have it all right, even yet. I can only say, “Lord, open my mind. Let me not be blinded by my own preconceived ideas. Open me increasingly to the truth of Your Word.”
This is very important to me, because by my teaching and training I am not only influencing my own family, although that certainly is important enough! God has called me to teach and train leaders for the youth of the vast African continent. I have to get the Scriptures right. It scares me to realize how easily I was influenced by my preconceptions on this point. Lord, help me! Guide me by Your Spirit so that I can overlook my own preconceptions just as astronomers overlook the position of the sun when they set the timing of their telescopes.
I admit I’ve been pretty critical of friends who, although they love the Lord, have accepted ideas about early earth history that seem to me to be incompatible with a serious, straight reading of the Biblical text. It’s seemed apparent to me that they think too much of the supposed “facts” of science, assuming the current thinking of the majority of scientists to be “proven fact”. And if an idea is regarded as proven fact, it’s obvious that when it conflicts with our understanding of Scripture, it must be our understanding of Scripture or the Scripture itself that is wrong. That’s been very easy to see—in others.
Recently I found, though, that the same kind of presuppositions had invaded my own thinking, too. I didn’t throw out the plain teaching of Scripture in favor of some other view, but I did have an area I could not understand. It always seemed problematic to me. That point was, since God measured the days of creation as morning and evening from Day 1, and since He did not create the sun, moon and stars until Day 4, how could days be measured as day and evening from Day 1? I didn’t think it in a way to reject or deny Scripture; I was just trying to figure it out. I hoped no one would ever ask me that question because I felt I didn’t have a very good answer.
I know, God made light and darkness on Day 1. I had read someplace that now scientists know that light can exist apart from the sun. But I have to admit, it was pretty hard for me to envision light without the sun, because the light I know is that which is related to the sun in one way or another.
I thought of measuring time on earth in terms of the movement of our solar system. Without the sun, it was hard for me to envision any measurement of time.
Then recently I read an article by a scientist who opened up my mind on this issue in one single statement. He pointed out that what measures days, light and dark, morning and evening, is not the revolution of the earth around the sun, but rather the rotation of the earth on its axis. Like duh! I knew that. Yes, of course, I knew that, yet my thinking about time was so connected to the solar system that I couldn’t see what that meant. Every time I envisioned measurement of time, I pulled up in my imagination my preconceived idea—the earth as a part of the solar system. I knew the difference between the earth’s revolution around the sun (one earth year) and its rotation on its axis (one earth day). But the two were so connected in my mind, that the idea of day and night without the sun still seemed problematic, or at least, difficult to imagine. Days in my mind were connected to months and years and those were connected to the solar system.
The scientist went on to discuss the idea of sidereal time. I wondered at first if he made up some esoteric word, but no, it’s described on Wikipedia in the same way he described it. Sidereal time is the kind of time commonly used in astronomy, used to adjust the clocks that move telescopes to keep certain objects in sight. Unlike solar time, sidereal time ignores the position of the sun. In order to keep heavenly bodies in view in their telescopes, astronomers have to put the sun out of the picture. Amazing! A mind-blowing concept!
I could only laugh at myself. How foolish I had been! While criticizing others, I had made the very same mistake. I had found it hard to understand the Scriptures simply because my own preconceptions had blocked my view.
Well, I don’t pretend to have it all right, even yet. I can only say, “Lord, open my mind. Let me not be blinded by my own preconceived ideas. Open me increasingly to the truth of Your Word.”
This is very important to me, because by my teaching and training I am not only influencing my own family, although that certainly is important enough! God has called me to teach and train leaders for the youth of the vast African continent. I have to get the Scriptures right. It scares me to realize how easily I was influenced by my preconceptions on this point. Lord, help me! Guide me by Your Spirit so that I can overlook my own preconceptions just as astronomers overlook the position of the sun when they set the timing of their telescopes.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
I am sick and tired of prosperity teaching
I have to admit it. I am sick to my stomach and tired beyond description of the so-called Prosperity Teaching that has captured so much of the African church. I know, I know, I gave some lessons on "Prosperity Principles from Proverbs" myself a few years back, but my goal was to try to bring some Biblical balance to the topic, not to center minds and lives around getting rich as their main goal in life.
I have to admit it. Yes, I could be richer than I am. That will sound like heresy to many, I'm sure. They'll say I'm poor because my mindset is poor and I'm proclaiming myself into poverty and I refuse to be rich.
I could be richer than I am, I admit. You see, everyone has to choose what will be the priorities and goals of their life. If I chose to make being rich the goal and priority, the center of my life, then yes, of course, I could be richer than I am.
Would I want to do that? What would be the price?
The goal I have chosen is to be faithful to my Savior and to do all I can to show the love of Jesus in practical ways to as many African children as I can. (Sounds a little like the mission statement of Every Child Ministries. Hmmm.) Now God has entrusted to me, as He has to all of us, a limited measure of His infinite riches. (He knows I could not handle it all, and I'm thankful.) Every time He entrusts me with a dollar, or an hour of life, or with any other resource, He also gives me the choice of how to invest that resource. I could invest it all in myself. Then I'd surely be much richer than I am. Would I be happier? I don't think so.
I choose to invest my resources, after my own and my family's needs are met, in showing the love of Jesus to African children who have never known it.
Yesterday I wrote the story of an eight year old orphan boy in Congo. We'll use the story in his sponsorship packet, to try to get him a sponsor to help with schooling and other needs. Emmanuel was born to a prostitute, watched her die of AIDS before he was four, then was blamed for the death of his mother when his family visited a diviner who consulted the traditional gods and declared that the child had "eaten" his mother's soul through witchcraft. The family began to hate him and he was cast out on the street. Who will show him the love of Jesus? My brother Joseph began by finding emergency shelter for him. Oh, he lost resources in that transaction. Now Joseph will never be as rich as he could have been.
What good would it do me to be rich when I could rather invest my life in helping children like Emmanuel. I'm getting rich. all right. It's just a different kind of riches than the prosperity people talk about. It's the kind that is deeply satisfying, the kind that can never be taken from me.
Lord, would You let your people see that they could invest their lives in something so very much better than riches? Would you raise up a people who would invest their lives in the Emmanuel's of this world?
I have to admit it. Yes, I could be richer than I am. That will sound like heresy to many, I'm sure. They'll say I'm poor because my mindset is poor and I'm proclaiming myself into poverty and I refuse to be rich.
I could be richer than I am, I admit. You see, everyone has to choose what will be the priorities and goals of their life. If I chose to make being rich the goal and priority, the center of my life, then yes, of course, I could be richer than I am.
Would I want to do that? What would be the price?
The goal I have chosen is to be faithful to my Savior and to do all I can to show the love of Jesus in practical ways to as many African children as I can. (Sounds a little like the mission statement of Every Child Ministries. Hmmm.) Now God has entrusted to me, as He has to all of us, a limited measure of His infinite riches. (He knows I could not handle it all, and I'm thankful.) Every time He entrusts me with a dollar, or an hour of life, or with any other resource, He also gives me the choice of how to invest that resource. I could invest it all in myself. Then I'd surely be much richer than I am. Would I be happier? I don't think so.
I choose to invest my resources, after my own and my family's needs are met, in showing the love of Jesus to African children who have never known it.
Yesterday I wrote the story of an eight year old orphan boy in Congo. We'll use the story in his sponsorship packet, to try to get him a sponsor to help with schooling and other needs. Emmanuel was born to a prostitute, watched her die of AIDS before he was four, then was blamed for the death of his mother when his family visited a diviner who consulted the traditional gods and declared that the child had "eaten" his mother's soul through witchcraft. The family began to hate him and he was cast out on the street. Who will show him the love of Jesus? My brother Joseph began by finding emergency shelter for him. Oh, he lost resources in that transaction. Now Joseph will never be as rich as he could have been.
What good would it do me to be rich when I could rather invest my life in helping children like Emmanuel. I'm getting rich. all right. It's just a different kind of riches than the prosperity people talk about. It's the kind that is deeply satisfying, the kind that can never be taken from me.
Lord, would You let your people see that they could invest their lives in something so very much better than riches? Would you raise up a people who would invest their lives in the Emmanuel's of this world?
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Two things that bothered me about "The Shack"
When I was in Ghana last time I read the popular novel, "The Shack". Shortly before I left, my dentist had told me it was about meeting The Holy Trinity. Sounding intriguing. Soon I got caught up in a very compelling and heart-warming story. I had advance warning that God was portrayed as a woman, so that wasn't shocking, and I recognize besides authority qualities that we recognize as male, God also has nurturing qualities that we usually identify as being female. Through most of the book, the thing that bothered me most was the depiction of the Holy Spirit. It wasn't that He was an Asiatic female. It was the half unreal, fairy-like quality that disturbed me.
I also noticed that God was all kindness and love, and His authority and judgment were overlooked.
But the thing that bothered me at the most came at the end of the book. After the author had resolved the issue in such a heart-tugging way, came the shocker that what happened wasn't real--well, not totally real. Well, maybe partly real. Not real in an historical way that it really happened. The author encourages us to believe it was real in some other sort of way that is never really defined. Francis Schaeffer! Hold still in your grave! This bothered me a lot because it amounted, in my opinion, to a redefining of reality. It was as if something could be real and not real at the same time, true and not true equally together. Francis Schaeffer! Your bones are shaking!
This week I listened to other critiques of the book on Janet Parshall's radio show, "In the Market". Many problems were discussed, but to me the problem of reality is still the most troubling of them all. After you've redefined reality, you can redefine anything and everything else without impunity.
I also noticed that God was all kindness and love, and His authority and judgment were overlooked.
But the thing that bothered me at the most came at the end of the book. After the author had resolved the issue in such a heart-tugging way, came the shocker that what happened wasn't real--well, not totally real. Well, maybe partly real. Not real in an historical way that it really happened. The author encourages us to believe it was real in some other sort of way that is never really defined. Francis Schaeffer! Hold still in your grave! This bothered me a lot because it amounted, in my opinion, to a redefining of reality. It was as if something could be real and not real at the same time, true and not true equally together. Francis Schaeffer! Your bones are shaking!
This week I listened to other critiques of the book on Janet Parshall's radio show, "In the Market". Many problems were discussed, but to me the problem of reality is still the most troubling of them all. After you've redefined reality, you can redefine anything and everything else without impunity.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Fetal Heart "Tones"
What do you think of the You-Tube videos where an undercover woman TRIES to talk to a Planned Parenthood doctor before an abortion? She asks him if the fetus has a heartbeat. He squirms around and says there's no heartbeat, but there are heart TONES. Hmm. Always interesting to invent new uses for words, depending on the purpose for doing so. She asks when it becomes a heartBEAT. He says simply, "birth". So let me get this straight. In the womb the heart is pumping blood to oxygenate the body cells, but that's only heart TONES. After birth the heart does the same thing for the same purpose, but that's called heart BEAT. What deceptive use of words! Oh, the wicked deception of the human heart! Does it have no limit?
Trust Women
I've been seeing pleas for funds from NARAL (National Abortion Rights Action League) making the abortionist George Tiller into a hero because his motto was "Trust Women." Right off let me stop and say this, lest anybody misunderstand me: I don't condone murder and I don't condone the murder of George Tiller. The one who committed that act did a terrible thing. But--to make an abortionist into a hero is certainly a stretch in my book! His murder may have been a tragedy, but that does not make him a hero.
Now--about trusting women. The same group that is distributing wristbands in "honor" of Abortionist Tiller is the very same group that works against all attempts to make sure women have full information when they are considering their response to an unplanned pregnancy. NARAL does not want women to learn about fetal development, get ultrasounds or see pictures of their unborn children or even models showing development at each stage. They apparently don't trust women to make the "right" choice if they were presented with all the facts.
"Trust women" is just a nice-sounding myth, just pro-abortion rhetoric. If pro-abortion groups like NARAL and Planned Parenthood really trusted women, they'd trust them not only with the choice, but with all the information to make the choice. I suggest something better. "Trust God and Trust His Holy Word", where He said, "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you.
Jer 1:5 (NKJV)" It is God who is forming us in our mother's wombs, and when we suck out or cut up or poison His handiwork, it is a great and sad loss for us and for the world. That's one more reason why I am pro-life.
Now--about trusting women. The same group that is distributing wristbands in "honor" of Abortionist Tiller is the very same group that works against all attempts to make sure women have full information when they are considering their response to an unplanned pregnancy. NARAL does not want women to learn about fetal development, get ultrasounds or see pictures of their unborn children or even models showing development at each stage. They apparently don't trust women to make the "right" choice if they were presented with all the facts.
"Trust women" is just a nice-sounding myth, just pro-abortion rhetoric. If pro-abortion groups like NARAL and Planned Parenthood really trusted women, they'd trust them not only with the choice, but with all the information to make the choice. I suggest something better. "Trust God and Trust His Holy Word", where He said, "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you.
Jer 1:5 (NKJV)" It is God who is forming us in our mother's wombs, and when we suck out or cut up or poison His handiwork, it is a great and sad loss for us and for the world. That's one more reason why I am pro-life.
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