A link to the passage... http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%208&version=ESV
In this passage, Jesus cures a man who was demon-possessed. Scripture says that the demons, with Jesus' permission, come out of the man and enter into a herd of pigs, who proceed to run off a cliff and drown in the sea. When they realize what has happened, the people of the city beg Jesus to leave them, because they are afraid. The cured man, however, begs Jesus to allow him to go with him. Jesus says, instead,
"Return home and tell how much God has done for you."
I find two things odd about this story. (That isn't true. I find MANY things odd i.e. a herd of pigs running off a cliff...) But, there are two things that have had me thinking. Jesus is met with two requests from the human characters in the story. The people of the town ask Jesus to leave, and the healed man asks if he can go with. Now, if I am Jesus, I am going to say "No" to the townspeople (because they need me), and "Yes" to the man (because he knows I am the truth and can learn a lot from me). The real Jesus has another plan: missions.
Jesus does not force himself upon the townspeople, the 'non-Christians'. He does not fight his way into their city. He humbly steps back. But note that he doesn't abandon them. He sends into their midst one of their own, a Gerasene (what a name!) who has felt the healing power of God. This man, who wants to leave and go away with Jesus, is given the command to go and tell what God has done. Although it would be good for the man to be with Jesus, what is great is that he go and proclaim the good news.
This is missions. God uses his people to go into dark places, to tell all that he has done for us, that others might also believe on His Name. It would be much easier if we could accept Christ as our Lord and Savior, and go directly to heaven to be with him and skip the suffering of this world. But that is not God's calling... if it were, everyone else in the world would be left to suffer on their own, without the hope of Christ. Jesus sends this man away with a command... to return home and tell how much God has done for him. Jesus left us with a command, too. "Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you."
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Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Things I never thought to be thankful for...
I have been processing through a lot of situations lately... life situations that are somewhat normal down here. Sometimes when I try to put myself in someone else´s situation, it gets overwhelming. The best way to put it, I guess, is that I never thought to be thankful for things that I thought were a given in life. For example...
I never thought to be thankful that I didn´t have to raise my own siblings. I never thought to be thankful that I didn´t have to root through garbage (in fact, I was strongly discouraged from rooting through the garbage=). I never thought to be thankful that someone took care of me when I was sick.
The background to these situations? Well,
Last week INFAH told my parents about a 16-year old girl. She and her 1-year old brother had been abandoned by their mother. So, the girl found a man to live with, to take care of her and her brother. When INFAH called, the man had abandoned them as well, and the girl is pregnant and caring for her little brother. INFAH wanted to know if there was room for them to live in Buen Pastor. Her story hit me hard, because I don´t think I would ever imagine such a story. It never occurred to me, when I was 16, that I should be thankful that my parents raised us--it seemed like a given.
We have a woman here in Misericordia named Maita, and she is often a highlight to my day. I am not sure what her "diagnosis" is, but she always asks the same questions... "Will you play jacks with me?" and "When are we going to my house?" She also laughs very hard every time she sees me, which makes me laugh (I try not to get offended;). Anyway, if Maita gets outside the gate, she immediately starts looking through trash. It is her instinct. Tonight we took the Misericordia and Buen Pastor girls to dinner, and Maita made a comment about how "pretty" her empty soda bottle was (for trash, plastic bottles are a good find). I just think, really? In the U.S., we even train our pets not to get into the trash, and yet here, this precious woman, who can´t remember one conversation to the next without repetition, instinctively goes to trash to look for plastic bottles. I never thought to be thankful that I was someone throwing trash out, instead of being someone bringing it in to find my family´s next meal.
The reason we took everyone to dinner tonight is because Yoly (age 18) passed her 6th grade final exam. In Honduras, this is a big deal because now she is eligible to get a job and she can go into high school. So we celebrated, hoping to also encourage the other girls to keep working hard. Unfortunately, Yoly has been having some health issues lately, and the food didn´t go well with her. When my parents and I got back later, Javier (the four-year old) came to our door telling us to come help Yoly. I went down to her room, and she was on the floor of the bathroom throwing up. I squeezed in (she was kinda blocking the door) and, because I am no nurse, held her hair out of her face and rubbed her back. That is what my mom always did for me whenever I was sick. Standing there, I thought how lonely it must have been to be there on the floor, hurting, and unable to control your body. I think I always assumed that it was my parents´responsibility, their job, to be there with me when I was sick. I don´t think I was ever thankful for the comfort of knowing that someone cared that I was hurting, and that someone wanted me to get better.
Needless to say, I was thanking and praising God as I cleaned up that bathroom, washed the mop, and told the girls "Good night" tonight.
I was thinking about the verse in Matthew, where Jesus says to the righteous, "For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me." I have heard this verse plenty of times, even read entire books based on this verse, but still, I think I always took it figuratively. You know, I thought we were just supposed to do nice things for other people. But lately I have been thinking, No, there really are Hungry people, and Thirsty people, and Sick people. There really are people who need clothes, who need to be welcomed in, and who need someone to visit them, even if it means visiting them in prison. Jesus is not using figurative language to speak about abstract needs, but rather these are real conditions, and in much of the world, normal conditions. Jesus said, "And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.’" I pray that God will constantly remind me that these people are His, and no matter how humbling the task, I am working for Him.
Most of all, I pray that the 16-year old girl would know that she has a Heavenly Father who will never abandon her. That Maita, every time she is given food, will know that God is her Provider. And that Yoly, though she may be sick and suffering some tough things, would know God as her Great Healer and Refuge.
I never thought to be thankful that I didn´t have to raise my own siblings. I never thought to be thankful that I didn´t have to root through garbage (in fact, I was strongly discouraged from rooting through the garbage=). I never thought to be thankful that someone took care of me when I was sick.
The background to these situations? Well,
Last week INFAH told my parents about a 16-year old girl. She and her 1-year old brother had been abandoned by their mother. So, the girl found a man to live with, to take care of her and her brother. When INFAH called, the man had abandoned them as well, and the girl is pregnant and caring for her little brother. INFAH wanted to know if there was room for them to live in Buen Pastor. Her story hit me hard, because I don´t think I would ever imagine such a story. It never occurred to me, when I was 16, that I should be thankful that my parents raised us--it seemed like a given.
We have a woman here in Misericordia named Maita, and she is often a highlight to my day. I am not sure what her "diagnosis" is, but she always asks the same questions... "Will you play jacks with me?" and "When are we going to my house?" She also laughs very hard every time she sees me, which makes me laugh (I try not to get offended;). Anyway, if Maita gets outside the gate, she immediately starts looking through trash. It is her instinct. Tonight we took the Misericordia and Buen Pastor girls to dinner, and Maita made a comment about how "pretty" her empty soda bottle was (for trash, plastic bottles are a good find). I just think, really? In the U.S., we even train our pets not to get into the trash, and yet here, this precious woman, who can´t remember one conversation to the next without repetition, instinctively goes to trash to look for plastic bottles. I never thought to be thankful that I was someone throwing trash out, instead of being someone bringing it in to find my family´s next meal.
The reason we took everyone to dinner tonight is because Yoly (age 18) passed her 6th grade final exam. In Honduras, this is a big deal because now she is eligible to get a job and she can go into high school. So we celebrated, hoping to also encourage the other girls to keep working hard. Unfortunately, Yoly has been having some health issues lately, and the food didn´t go well with her. When my parents and I got back later, Javier (the four-year old) came to our door telling us to come help Yoly. I went down to her room, and she was on the floor of the bathroom throwing up. I squeezed in (she was kinda blocking the door) and, because I am no nurse, held her hair out of her face and rubbed her back. That is what my mom always did for me whenever I was sick. Standing there, I thought how lonely it must have been to be there on the floor, hurting, and unable to control your body. I think I always assumed that it was my parents´responsibility, their job, to be there with me when I was sick. I don´t think I was ever thankful for the comfort of knowing that someone cared that I was hurting, and that someone wanted me to get better.
Needless to say, I was thanking and praising God as I cleaned up that bathroom, washed the mop, and told the girls "Good night" tonight.
I was thinking about the verse in Matthew, where Jesus says to the righteous, "For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me." I have heard this verse plenty of times, even read entire books based on this verse, but still, I think I always took it figuratively. You know, I thought we were just supposed to do nice things for other people. But lately I have been thinking, No, there really are Hungry people, and Thirsty people, and Sick people. There really are people who need clothes, who need to be welcomed in, and who need someone to visit them, even if it means visiting them in prison. Jesus is not using figurative language to speak about abstract needs, but rather these are real conditions, and in much of the world, normal conditions. Jesus said, "And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.’" I pray that God will constantly remind me that these people are His, and no matter how humbling the task, I am working for Him.
Most of all, I pray that the 16-year old girl would know that she has a Heavenly Father who will never abandon her. That Maita, every time she is given food, will know that God is her Provider. And that Yoly, though she may be sick and suffering some tough things, would know God as her Great Healer and Refuge.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
To the glory of God...
My aunt from Florida is currently here with a group, part of which includes my cousin, Baylor, her husband, Adam, and people from their small group from their church in Birmingham, Alabama. Their church is Brook Hills, where David Platt, the author of the book Radical, preaches. Adam and I were talking about part of this book, where David Platt talks about God being able to use all skill sets to his glory. He tells of a man in his church, who led a rough life and I think came to Christ while in prison. Any way, this man offered his skills to "smuggle contraband across borders" if they ever needed to get Bibles into closed countries!!
I, too, feel like God surprises me in the way He prepares us for things. On Tuesday a lady from the Hogar called at noon and asked me to come to the Hogar at four to teach the girls a "baile de gimnasticos ritmicos"... which translates to a rhythmic gymnastics routine. So, never being one to say no, I agreed. I just happened to remember a routine from high school cheerleading, and I just happened to have the music on my computer. Of course, I don't really think that any of that "just happened"... I think that God was preparing me at age 16 for the job I would be doing in Comayagua, Honduras at age 23.
Stories like this are everywhere down here. My Grampy (my mom´s dad) used to volunteer for Turtle Soup Luncheons at Brooklawn Youth Services in Louisville, which led to my mom and dad later volunteering on their festival committee, which led to my mom tutoring boys with behavioral disorders once a week. Now, down here, that kind of experience has given her a basis to work with some of the kids in their projects. It is always fun to see people come down here who "had a little Spanish in high school", who then find that they remember more than they thought.
I guess the point of this post is that we never know how God is preparing us to later use us for his glory. Whether your skills include illegal transport of contraband across borders, cheerleading routines, "handy man" type stuff, bowling, etc. etc. etc., be assured that God can and will use you to his glory if you will follow his lead. You may be in a phase of life right now where you feel like you are going no where, but maybe this is a season of preparation that will later prove valuable as you serve God. May the Lord bless you as you seek to follow him.
I, too, feel like God surprises me in the way He prepares us for things. On Tuesday a lady from the Hogar called at noon and asked me to come to the Hogar at four to teach the girls a "baile de gimnasticos ritmicos"... which translates to a rhythmic gymnastics routine. So, never being one to say no, I agreed. I just happened to remember a routine from high school cheerleading, and I just happened to have the music on my computer. Of course, I don't really think that any of that "just happened"... I think that God was preparing me at age 16 for the job I would be doing in Comayagua, Honduras at age 23.
Stories like this are everywhere down here. My Grampy (my mom´s dad) used to volunteer for Turtle Soup Luncheons at Brooklawn Youth Services in Louisville, which led to my mom and dad later volunteering on their festival committee, which led to my mom tutoring boys with behavioral disorders once a week. Now, down here, that kind of experience has given her a basis to work with some of the kids in their projects. It is always fun to see people come down here who "had a little Spanish in high school", who then find that they remember more than they thought.
I guess the point of this post is that we never know how God is preparing us to later use us for his glory. Whether your skills include illegal transport of contraband across borders, cheerleading routines, "handy man" type stuff, bowling, etc. etc. etc., be assured that God can and will use you to his glory if you will follow his lead. You may be in a phase of life right now where you feel like you are going no where, but maybe this is a season of preparation that will later prove valuable as you serve God. May the Lord bless you as you seek to follow him.
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