Archive for August, 2010

Purposes for our Pain

Monday, August 30th, 2010

What a weekend! Hubby and I traveled to Vancouver Island last Thursday to move our youngest back home. We arrived back here late on Saturday evening and unpacked until we dropped from fatigue. On Sunday, we woke up and did it all over again, only this time we moved our son and his family to their new home about 20 miles down the highway. My bed never felt as good as it did that night.

This morning I babysat the grandkids so our son and his wife could run some errands, and this afternoon I’ve been plowing through my emails and doing a paper shuffle at my desk. Frankly, it feels really good to sit. A friend recently recommended a site that features gentle worship music so I’m enjoying it as I write this. You might like it, too.

On Friday’s entry, I mentioned that life’s hard places often yield the richest lessons. Today I received a copy of Zondervan’s latest gift book, A Friend in the Storm by Cheryl Ricker. Filled with Scriptures, relevant quotes and poetry, it encourages readers in the midst of painful circumstances. Its insights lead them to an eternal perspective on pain and reminds them of Christ’s undying love for them.

I was especially blessed by reading Psalm 46:10 – “Be still, and know that I am God.” Being quiet and trusting God’s plan and purposes is often difficult at the best of times, let alone when feeling overwhelmed by difficulties. But this Scripture reminds me that God is absolutely trustworthy. Nothing that happens to me (or you) takes Him by surprise because He reigns supreme.

Cheryl’s poetry also reminds me that Christ simply asks me to trust Him with my pain, no matter how large it may be. Here’s an example, entitled, “You?”

 Will you love me back and hold Me?

Will you trust Me with your pain?

As the One who lifts the lowly,

Will you let Me be your rain?

As you ask Me worthy questions,

Do you hunger for My way?

As your true and healing Answer,

Will I have your final say?

Thank you, Cheryl, for challenging me and many other readers to trust God in the midst of our pain and to allow Him to have the final say. That response isn’t natural, but it’s necessary if we’re to navigate the hard places and learn those rich lessons buried there. Thank you for taking the time and spending the energy to write this book. May its words convey hope and peace to multitudes who are struggling to make sense of life’s hard places today.

Kissing Self-Reliance Goodbye

Friday, August 27th, 2010

Life’s richest lessons are often learned in the hard places. As a correspondent for Power for Living, I’ve interviewed dozens of people whose testimonies prove this is true.

For instance…Tammy Trent, a Woman of Faith speaker whose husband drowned, told me how God had proved His presence and sufficiency to her in the hours and days following the accident. Diane Nichols told me of her husband’s incarceration for murder and how that tragedy brought them both to saving faith in Jesus Christ. And author Jennifer Rothschild told how losing her sight in her teen years stripped her of self-reliance but caused her to place her hope in God alone.   

Grace, Jennifer Rothschild, Grace's daughter Kim

“I speak about losing my physical sight, but the bottom line is that we all struggle with loss,” said Jennifer. “We all ask questions like ‘Why did God allow this?’ We all try to reconcile why life didn’t turn out the way we’d dreamed. But hope in Jesus transcends our circumstances. We receive that hope when we cling to Him alone, not the things we want Him to do for us, such as alleviate our suffering. I’m willing to receive the blindness until God heals me because within my blindness I’ve come to see how true hope comes only from Jesus.”

Many times, when we’re walking an easy path, we tend to grow confident in our abilities and know-how. We think we’re able to manage on our own, thank you. We sometimes fail to remember that we’re completely dependent on God for everything including our next breath. Sudden detours remind us that we can’t navigate the journey alone. Stripped of self-reliance, we’re suddenly thrust on God for wisdom, strength, provision, protection, and the list goes on and on.

Paul experienced this truth, too. In 2 Corinthians 1, he wrote about suffering for Christ and being weighed down by troubles. “We were crushed and overwhelmed beyond our ability to endure and we thought we would never live through it. In fact, we expected to die” (v. 8,9). But he didn’t end his letter there. He went on to say, “But as a result, we stopped relying on ourselves and learned to rely only on God, who raises the dead…We have placed our confidence in him, and he will continue to rescue us” (v. 10).

Paul’s words tell me that self-reliance is not an admirable quality. If life’s hard places are the cure-all that removes this attitude and replaces it with reliance on God, then those hard places are to be embraced as opportunities for spiritual growth. Would you agree?

A Prayer for People in Pain

Wednesday, August 25th, 2010

Yesterday was unusual in that bad news arrived three times.

One of my friends, a woman I’ve known for 25 years and who ministered with us in Poland this summer, was rushed to the hospital and diagnosed with leukemia on Monday evening. Then there’s my daughter’s friend whose 2-year-old was diagnosed with the same disease on the same day. And then there’s a beautiful young pastor’s wife who just discovered she has a brain tumor.

My mind can scarcely comprehend the shock and changes that these folks and their families are facing right now. As I wend my way through my to-do list, I pray for them often and ask God to be their strength. I ask Him to comfort them, to remind them of His presence, and to touch their bodies with His healing hand. And I admit, I wonder why He has allowed these things to happen to His children.

I don’t know the answer to that question, but I know that the news about my friends didn’t surprise God. He’s in control, and He’s promised to be with them. No matter what happens, they can be victorious because of His faithfulness and unfailing love in their lives. My heart’s desire for them is based in Psalm 40:1-3…

“Dear Father,

I pray that my friends will wait patiently for You to help them. Turn to them and hear their cries. Lift them from the pit of despair. Set their feet on solid ground and steady them as they walk along. Give them a new song to sing, a hymn of praise to You. Amaze others with what You do on their behalf, and use their situations as a catalyst for others to put their trust in You. I pray these things in Jesus’ name, Amen.”  

Do you have friends or family going through a hard time? If so, please feel free to adapt this prayer for them or to pass it along to someone who can use it.

Living Stress-Free — Part 2

Monday, August 23rd, 2010

I promised to share some personal thoughts about living stress-free but trying to do so this morning is stressing me out! Just kidding.

On Friday I referred to Psalm 37:1-11 and italicized several commands we’re to obey if we’re to rise above stress. One of them is “Commit everything you do the LORD. Trust him, and he will help you.” What does that look like in real life?

For me, it means starting my day with prayer, but here’s the temptation I most often face: review my to-do list, struggle with a knotted stomach about too much work and too little time, and then ask God to give me the strength and know-how needed to tackle my load.

Here’s what I ought to do: review my to-do list, invite God to co-ordinate my schedule and rearrange it according to His knowledge and expertise, and then set to work with confidence that He’ll give me the strength and know-how needed to tackle whatever comes my way.

The latter always works much better than the former. Committing the day’s schedule to the Lord before it begins is a guaranteed stress-preventative, or at least a stress-reducer.

How about you? Do you have an insight about how to commit everything to the Lord in a practical way?

How to Live Stress-Free

Friday, August 20th, 2010

Have you ever noticed how many books and magazine articles are written with a “how-to” slant? Here are a few examples: How to Lose 15 Pounds in a Week, How to Turn Your Junk Collection into Stunning Centerpieces, and How to Have a New Kid by Friday. Many of these articles and books contain advice that really works. Others leave me shaking my head, wondering how in the world I’m supposed to apply their counsel to my real life.

In my last blog, I wrote about how to apply the power of praise to our fears. This morning I read a passage that gives instruction about how to live above worry and stress. These words brought me such encouragement that I want to share them with you in their entirety.

Note that I’ve italicized the commands we’re to follow if we hope to live stress-free. But also note that each command is followed by a promise made by God Himself. When we do our part, we can rest assured that He will do His.  

Don’t worry about the wicked or envy those who do wrong.

For like grass, they soon fade away. Like spring flowers, they soon wither.

Trust in the LORD and do good. Then you will live safely in the land and prosper.

Take delight in the LORD, and he will give you your heart’s desires.

Commit everything you do the LORD. Trust him, and he will help you.

He will make your innocence radiate like the dawn, and the justice of your cause will shine like the noonday sun.

Be still in the presence of the LORD, and wait patiently for him to act. Don’t worry about evil people who prosper or fret about their wicked schemes.

Stop being angry! Turn from your rage! Do not lose your temper – it only leads to harm.

For the wicked will be destroyed, but those who trust in the LORD will possess the land.

Soon the wicked will disappear. Though you look for them, they will be gone.

The lowly will possess the land and will live in peace and prosperity. (Psalm 37:1-11 NLT)

These commands contain great advice about how to live above stress and fear, but their practical application requires thought and effort. For instance, how do I not worry? How do I trust in the Lord? How do I take delight in the Lord? How do I be still in His presence?

I’ll share some personal thoughts on Monday’s blog, but for now I’d love to hear from you regarding how you follow these commands in practical ways. Let’s help each other out with suggestions that really work!

Insights About Fear and Praise

Wednesday, August 18th, 2010

Yesterday I rode a Gold Wing motorbike for about six hours between Pasco and Snohomish, Washington. I usually cherish riding time because it gives me uninterrupted opportunity to ponder, pray, and praise. But yesterday’s experience was different. I pondered alright, but my thoughts sent me careening down a road shadowed with worry about a situation I’m currently facing. As the miles passed, my angst about this situation grew. I knew I had to do something and do it quick or fear and anxiety would consume me.

Past experience has taught me that praise is a powerful force when fighting fear. And so I put my head-knowledge into practice. I praised God for being sovereign in all (not merely some) circumstances. I praised Him for being wise, and for being faithful, and for being merciful. I praised Him for His strength and for His unfailing love. I also praised Him for redeeming our mistakes and turning them into something useful and good when we love Him. The result? Peace washed over me, slowly replacing my angst with a calm assurance that God was in control and I could rest in Him.

Praise isn’t a natural or easy response when messing with negative emotions. It takes effort and discipline to lasso and corral one’s thoughts. It requires deliberate action to turn them around and to focus them on the Truth of God’s promises. The effort is worth it, for then and then alone is when peace is restored.  

Psalm 35:9,10 describe how I felt yesterday upon making that effort: “Then I will rejoice in the LORD. I will be glad because he rescues me. With every bone in my body I will praise him: “LORD, who can compare with you?”

Fear’s weight lifted from my shoulders. I was finally able to relax and enjoy the ride and the beautiful scenery through which we passed. As we rounded a bend in the road to see majestic and snow-capped Mt. Rainer towering in the distance, I thought of God – the One who spoke it into being – and my heart sang, “Lord, who can compare with you? Surely I can trust You with every circumstance of my being.”

Today the same fear threatens to engulf me again. But I refuse to let it harm me. I’m rejecting its force by applying the power of praise as I did yesterday. There’s a battle raging, but praise will ultimately win.

Can you relate? What insights can you share with us about applying the power of praise when you feel afraid?

A Focused Life

Monday, August 16th, 2010

Good morning! What’s on your to-do list today? I’ll be making raspberry jam with my daughter, but first I want to connect with you and share a personal thought from my spiritual journey. If you’re a busy woman, I’ll bet you can relate.

About a year ago I began feeling the need to focus my physical and mental energies in regards to ministry. Responding to that was easier said than done because loving what I do makes me prone to say yes to every need/opportunity that comes along. But having too many deadlines and too many emails eventually led to too little time and too much pressure. The cry of my heart became, “God, show me how to spend my time and energy. Help me focus on Your priorities to maximize my effectiveness as a Kingdom-builder.” And so began a painful process of letting go. 

First, I resigned from a couple of guest blog positions. That wasn’t so bad compared to a more painful change – saying goodbye to a freelance writing position I’d held for 10 years. That position had garnered invitations to be on the faculty of several well-known Christian writers’ conferences. It had generated steady income. It had given me the privilege of interviewing dozens of people whose stories impacted me deeply. But it had also demanded large amounts of time that could have been spent preparing for speaking engagements and writing my next book.

While I realized the benefits of letting go, I hesitated to do so because of the cost involved. For example, would I ever receive another invitation to teach at a writers conference? How would the lost income be replaced? And in an age where the face of publishing is ever-changing and many publications are suffering economic cutbacks, would I ever find another position as a regular contributor?  I wrestled with these questions for several months. It proved to be a soul-searching exercise, a test of my values and ultimately my trust in God’s provision and sovereignty. It also proved to be a learning opportunity – one that helped me understand Paul’s words in 1 Corinthians 9.

In this chapter, Paul refers to athletes disciplining themselves so they can most effectively run the race before them. That means focusing on what matters most and letting go of anything that interferes with accomplishing their purpose. Is there a cost involved? Absolutely. Is it painful sometimes? You bet. But an athlete’s desire to win a prize that will fade away overrules everything else. Paul likens this to our spiritual journey and says that believers ought to run the race of life with one goal in mind – to win an eternal prize. “So I run with purpose in every step,” he writes (v. 26).

Because life is short, we need to run the Kingdom-building race with purpose in every step. That might mean letting go of something that in itself is very worthwhile in order to achieve a greater good. It may mean saying no to an invitation or opportunity that warrants attention but in reality steals time and energy from what God has called us to do.

You know what’s ironic in my situation? About the same time that I finished writing my year’s assignments and decided to give up my position with publication, the editor emailed with an unexpected message: the magazine had laid off four employees – himself included – and he didn’t know what the contributors’ status looked like. I’d wrestled for months about giving up my position, and in the end, God confirmed my decision with circumstances beyond my control.  

And so, I enter a new season of ministry. As a writer, I’m still sad about this position coming to a close. But as a Kingdom-builder, I anticipate a sharper focus with new opportunities ahead. And so I press on…running with purpose in every step.

How about you? Do you feel like you’re running your Kingdom-building race with a sharp focus or are you being distracted? If the latter, what needs to change?

“God, Help!”

Friday, August 13th, 2010

My prayer was short and desperate, and I uttered it several times during the night. A vicious stomach flu had invaded our camp and attacked one person after another. Finally it struck Gene. Three hours later it hit me.

The virus kept us awake nearly all night and flattened us with hourly bouts of vomiting and diarrhea. When morning dawned, Gene slowly rolled out of bed and prepared to teach our English class. I remained in the prone position, afraid to roll over lest the slightest movement trigger nausea again.

When the flu first struck a couple of days prior, my friend Ewa had assumed the role of a modern-day Florence Nightingale. She’d attended to other staff and campers; now it was time to check on us. She groaned when she entered our room and saw my green face. “Oh my friend,” she said, handing me a packet of electrolyte powder. “Mix this with a cup of hot water and take little sips over the next hour.” Then she gave me a packet of mystery powder. “Mix this with a small amount of water and drink now. Trust me.” Then she dashed from our room to continue her rounds among the sick.

The reality of spending the entire last day of camp in bed, too weak to sit or stand, left me feeling like a failure. This wasn’t the way camp was supposed to end. I’d planned to help decorate the dining area for the evening’s closing party. I’d anticipated enjoying the banquet and celebrating the campers’ English-learning achievements. The award ceremony was supposed to end the week on a joyful note. But joy was far from what I felt as I lay in bed, listening to the party happening three floors below.

Why did the mission trip end like this for me and several others? I don’t have the answer. The same is true for other disappointments in life. Things happen…situations for which we have no explanation. Tough stuff sometimes, circumstances that flatten us and leave us with strength only to cry a short, desperate prayer: “God, help.” And He does.

In my situation He sent Ewa and her mystery medication. He gave me a much-needed solid night’s sleep when the party noise ended. And He gave me the ability to let go of the disappointment caused by dashed expectations.

How about you? Have you recently experienced a situation in which you could do nothing but cry, “God, help”? If so, what was it? And how did He answer?

The Hike

Wednesday, August 11th, 2010

On the sixth day of camp, everyone left the hotel for a day trip to one of three optional destinations. Ours involved hiking to a castle perched on a mountain. We’d done the same hike last year and told everyone, “It’s an easy walk – mostly flat until the last part immediately before entering the castle. That’s the only steep section.”

Ha! Those were our famous last words. We knew a surprise was headed our way when our bus driver pulled over and stopped in an unfamiliar place. “The old parking lot is no longer there,” he announced in Polish. “You must begin your hike here.”

Flexibility is a key word we stress when training our short-term volunteers. And it’s a word we have to put into practice every day on a ministry trip like this. And so we practiced flexibility….all the way up a rocky, very steep mountain road. I didn’t time the hike, but I’m sure that we panted and puffed for more than an hour. Each time someone lagged, I asked if they’d like to turn back or wait by the roadside for the others’ return – and I graciously said that I’d turn back or wait with them. Unfortunately, no one accepted my offer. And so I plodded on.

The view at the top made the trek worthwhile. Fields and mountains stretched for miles, dotted by red tile roofs. My eyes lingered on the beauty before me, and my imagination pondered the heart-wrenching history of Poland and its amazing people. I felt an overwhelming love for our campers who live in poverty and pain as a result of circumstances beyond their control, and I thanked God for the opportunity to bring hope and healing through the message of Jesus Christ.

Campers and staff still happy after the hike

Castle-top view

 

The hike provided a great opportunity to build closer bonds with these precious campers. We  walked together, we shared snacks, and we swapped stories about life. Then the clouds rolled in and we broke a speed record heading downhill in the pouring rain.

Besides good exercise and bond-building, the hike also provided me with a touching visual image: A young man, about 20 years old, holding the hands of his younger brother, 11, and sister, 9, as they navigated the rocky road in the pouring rain. They’d lost their mom to cancer only two months prior. Their dad had since suffered a stroke. It took a lot of courage for this family to come to camp and be immersed in a setting so unfamiliar, and the older brother’s care and tenderness towards his siblings warmed my heart. It’s not often you see affection between siblings demonstrated like this. It’s an image I want to keep forever.

I’ll write a bit more about the trip on Friday’s blog and then switch back to devotionals. Blessings on you today, my friend.

Family Camp Schedule

Monday, August 9th, 2010

Our Polish family camp was held in the city of Karpacz. It reminds me of Banff, Alberta – an alpine tourist destination with fun things to see and do. It offers a perfect getaway for folks seeking a family vacation, and it provides a wonderful place to host our camp.

The word camp often conveys the impression of being rustic – tents and outhouses in the woods, cooking over an open fire and sleeping under the stars. That’s a far cry from our family camp – it was held in a hotel. Granted, it wasn’t a 5-star facility but it was totally adequate for our purposes.

Our days were packed from beginning to end. We began with a staff prayer meeting at 7:15. Breakfast followed – rolls, sliced meats, cheeses, tomatoes, cucumbers, and sometimes yogurt. Cold cereal – Cocoa Puffs – was served with hot milk. And after breakfast, we enjoyed a short chapel with praise and worship songs in both English and Polish before dismissing for our daily English reading class.

The English reading class can be likened to a Bible study. 

Exploring God's Word

 Adults and teenagers split into small groups where they read Scripture based on Jesus’ parables. Our job was not to teach the study. Rather, it was to facilitate learning and discussion. Many of our campers had never read a Bible and they’d certainly never heard that a personal relationship with God was possible through Jesus Christ’s death and resurrection. They’d been taught by their priest that salvation is possible only through good works and that he alone provides access to God (for payment). This class was the nuts-and-bolts of camp because it revealed truth to those who had never heard it.

An English grammar class followed. Campers were divided into groups according to their English-speaking competency. Gene and I taught a group of high-school students. They loved playing games such as Uno to learn the English words for colors and numbers. One day during class we walked to a nearby store to buy ice cream treats. Enroute, they saw and named objects for every letter in the English alphabet. Ie: ‘d’ was for dog, ‘t’ was for tractor, etc.

Lunch followed the morning classes. Then came the afternoon schedule – crafts or free time for families to spend a couple of hours sightseeing.  

Beads are a favorite craft

 At 5 o’clock, we ran two workshops (parenting and addictions) and an optional class to practice conversational English. Most campers attended the workshops and absorbed the information like human sponges. After supper, we played group games or enjoyed skits and then settled into chapel with more singing, two staff testimonies and an object lesson for the kids. By then it was 9:30 P.M. Most folks were tired, but they weren’t ready to shut ‘er down yet. They put their little ones to bed and then showed up for the marriage workshop that Gene and I taught. Thirty people – four nights in a row – attended these classes that ran for an hour. In 11 years of fulltime Christian camping ministry in Canada, I’ve never seen that kind of hunger here.

And so went a typical day at camp. Hours and hours of interaction with campers made it possible to build relationships that our career staff will follow up. With email and Facebook technology, we can further those relationships ourselves, too.

Anyone interested in coming with us next year? Actually, we could use volunteers for camps in Slovakia, the Ukraine and Romania as well as in Poland. The harvest is great but the laborers are few.