Friday, December 25, 2009

Christmas




Thank You, Jesus for becoming human, living on earth, and for defeating sin and death for us! We have hope in you!






This is snow dog. She loves Christmas. Below is my niece, Shyana. She loves Christmas too. But you can't tell because she hates pictures.
















It is a tradition in our household that every year we go around Searcy and terrorize the light displays. Lucky for the lights, this year's display was kinda skimpy so we were not motivated to turn them on and off. But next year, oh next year...

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

rhyme time

I am hyper right now.
Hyperness creates the best words in me.

I have a scarf on my head.
And I am sitting on my bed.

I can't think of a word that rhymes with coffee.
Because my brain is very moffy.

I miss my hamsters, they are mine no more.
We gave them away to the pet store.

This post will go down as one of my best.
And it took less time to wright than the rest.

I think that I spelt wright wrong. It does not look right.
But maybe the coffee is messing with my sight.

Ok, well I have already tried to say goodbye.
But when I get like this, the words just fly!

So I'll try again, with an honest attempt.
Because I have things to do, hyperness does not make me exempt.

If I was born in the middle ages.
I would fill up many pages

with these silly rhyming words.
I would probably talk about birds.

I could keep on going, but your attention is growing shorter
and so I'll leave you with a simple order.

I'd like a double-double with no meat or cheese.
Please.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Please take my hamsters!



Isn't he adorable?

Let me know if you want one (please!). He has 8 new baby siblings!

Saturday, December 12, 2009

What is the deal with fasting?

Jesus’ disciples must have thought that fasting was important because each of the synoptic gospels (Matthew, Mark, and Luke) record his threefold teaching on the subject. Jesus did not want his followers to fast while he was with them, and wanted them to realize that he was bringing in the new age. The church today should remember and act upon his teaching, since he explains that the ones who should fast are the ones who are alive during his absence, just as the church is today.

In Jesus’ day, the common thing to do while you were fasting was to let your hair and beard get tangly and to smear ashes on your face. But Jesus taught a different way to fast (Matthew 6:16-24). He said that fasting is something that is between you and God, not something you do to show what a great Christian you are. When you are fasting, he said, just do what you normally do. A person’s motivation for fasting shows where his priorities are. In this passage, Jesus uses three examples to explain the same point; that our eyes need to be fixed on Jesus.

In Matthew 9:14-17 Jesus again paints three pictures to illustrate what he is teaching. When John’s disciples ask him why his disciples do not fast he uses a wedding example to explain that now is not the proper time to fast. His disciples (groomsmen) should not be gloomy when it is time to rejoice. But the time will come when they should fast. He talks about new and old wineskins and new and old fabric to illustrate that now a new era has come, and that the new era and the old era should not be combined.

This teaching is recorded again in Mark 2:18-22. The same point is driven home: the old ways of Judaism are obsolete. If the new and the old are combined, both will be ruined! This is similar to his teaching on fasting in Matthew 6 where Jesus concludes by saying that that you cannot serve both God and money. You cannot serve the old ways of Judaism and the new way of God’s kingdom. He is declaring that he has come to bring in the new, and that his new way is God’s way.

Jesus’ teaching on fasting must be very important, for we see that it is recorded again in Luke’s gospel (5:27-39). We are reminded that for the people in Jesus’ day, fasting represented mourning, in this case waiting for God’s kingdom to come. Jesus is saying that that new kingdom has come, and there is therefore (at the moment) no need to mourn. When Jesus declared that he is bringing in the new age and new ways of doing things, he is not saying that the old ways were bad or wrong. He is saying that a better thing has come. This new age is one of power and of hope. There is a new potential for his followers. But we can’t forget that Jesus mentions that there will be a day when they will fast again, when the bridegroom goes away. That day is today.

The church is living in the time between the bridegroom’s temporary presence on earth and his eternal presence with his bride. Jesus wants us to mourn for his presence by fasting. We should not do it to show how holy we are or to gain man’s approval. We should do it secretly, as a sort of secret handshake between us and God. We should continue to do the same things that we would normally do, not acting gloomy or drawing attention to the fact that we are not eating.


Monday, December 7, 2009

I am wearing argyle socks.





This will probably be really random. I just need my soul to breathe for a minute, and writing seems to work the best for that. Hmmm, last night we had our Christmas party at work. It was a slumber party. I ended up with a swollen eye and a bloody knuckle. But I really don't feel like talking about that.
On Monday mornings at the US Center for World Mission, we have a morning Bible Study. This morning we talked a little bit about suffering. Not so much persecution or physical suffering, but more self deprivation for the sake of Christ. I was thinking about it, and this is my conclusion:

Surrender minimizes suffering. Take money for instance. If I surrender all of my money to God, then I don't feel such a loss when I give it away. Same thing with my time. If I wake up each morning and say, "Here is my day, God! All 24 hours are yours!" Then they are not mine anymore, right. So when someone calls and need something, I can joyfully give that person a few hours, because they are not mine anymore. Does that make sense? It's easier to give stuff away than to have it taken from you (or have the feeling like it's been taken from you).

Ok, now I get to study for finals (I'm honestly excited)!
p.s. I hope you enjoyed the Yosemite pictures!

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Under the Tamarisk Tree

Here is a little something that I wrote for Old Testament class.

“Grandpa Isaac, was Father Abraham really a friend of God?”

“Sit down, Joseph, and I will tell you a story.” Isaac led Joseph up to the tamarisk tree and they sat down in the little shade that it provided.

“This story happened in the time before our family lived in this land. We were sojourners and the ground that you see was but a promise in our hearts. One morning my father woke me up very early. He told me to get dressed for a six day journey.

When I came out of the tent, two of the servant boys were loading up the last few pieces of the wood that my father was cutting. They had saddled the donkey, and I was beginning to wonder where we were going. We had seen a caravan pass through a few days earlier, and I thought that we might be going to help them in their distress. Father always taught us to love our neighbors as we love our own selves. But that did not explain the wood, and besides, we only had one donkey with us. I asked my father where we were going and he said, ‘The Lord will show us.’ Sheesh. I did not like when he said that.”

“Why not?” Joseph asked.

Isaac replied, “Often times, my father would hear the voice of the Lord, but the Lord would not tell him all of the details. The Lord would say, ‘go’ but He would not tell Abraham where to go. I did not like it at the time, because I did not understand faith.”

Joseph interrupted, “Tell me about faith.”

“That will come later, child, let’s hear the rest of the story.

We walked through the desert for three days. He didn’t speak much, but every now and again father would take a deep breath and tell me how much I meant to him. As we stopped to rest each night, he would tell me the story of when God promised to make him into a great nation and how the Lord said that it was through me that his offspring would be named.

On the third day we saw a hill in the distance. Father told the servant boys to stay there with the donkey, and that we would both be back in a little while, after we had worshipped. He put the wood on my back as we walked up the hill together. Father had the fire and the knife, but he forgot the animal!

‘Dad, where is the lamb?’ I asked.

He replied, ‘God will provide for himself the lamb for a burnt offering.’ He always had such a confidence that God would act. It was amazing to me some of the things my father did. Most of the time the things that he did would have failed if God had not stepped in.

We continued walking together. When we reached the top of the hill we built the altar by laying the wood out in order. It was time to worship, but we did not have a sacrifice. Before I could speak, father walked around behind me and started to wrap my wrists in twine. As he tied my arms up behind me, I was so scared. As he wrapped the rope around my feet, I knew exactly what was happening. I couldn’t control the thoughts that were streaming through my head. Wasn’t our God different than the Canaanite gods who required human sacrifice? Didn’t our God love us? Wasn’t I the heir of God’s promise? Hadn’t my father just told me how much he loved me? But when he picked me up to lay me on the altar, I saw the tears streaming silently down his face, and I knew that he loved me. He had showed me a thousand times how special I was to him, but he was devoted to YHWH. He knew that faithfulness to God was more important than making sense out of what was going on.

As he raised his knife, I saw no hesitation in his loving eyes. But before his hand came down, a voice called out from heaven, ‘Abraham! Abraham! Do not lay a hand on the young man, for now I know that you fear God, for you have not withheld your son from me.’

At that, we heard the bleating of a ram. My father helped me off of the altar, unbound me, and together we bound the ram that the Lord had provided. We worshipped God, and then walked down the hill together. As we walked down that hill, I remembered the things that he had told me about the promise. He had told me so many times before, but this time it really cut to the liver. My father believed God so much that he was willing to do something absurd because he understood that the word of the Lord will never fail. Surely God saw the sins of my father. Abraham acted out of his own understanding at times- that is how he got Ishmael- yet his faith was completed by his works.

That is what faith is, Joseph.

Joseph responded, “I think I understand. Faith is being obedient to God, and knowing that He will come through to accomplish what He said he would accomplish. And when we are faithful, we become a friend of God.”

Isaac smiled and said, “Child, you have understood these things.”




Monday, November 16, 2009

satisfied.


sudy break:

i am sitting at my kitchen table finishing up some questions for theology 3 and i just really like what i am doing. the new little baby hamsters (named dan, nate, and mark, after our good friends) are chilling in the cage, the flowers on the table are humming praises to their Creator, and Psalm 17:15 is resounding in my heart.

on the other hand, Jesus is burning the ropes off of me right now (see my post from sept. 27 "only love remains"), and it hurts so bad. but i am really learning to live in his grace. here's the psalm i mentioned:


"as for me, i will see Your face in righteousness;
i shall be satisfied when i awake in Your likeness"




Monday, November 9, 2009

the blur.

The blur.

No, I am not referencing the race car on the movie Little Rascals. I am talking about my future.

I would just really appreciate your prayers as we (the Chruch) try to figure out where to send me. I am so excited! Thanks!

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Faith without works is a dead horse!


Throughout my whole Christian experience, I have thought that my life is about doing godly things and living a holy life. I thought that I was supposed to do a whole lot of good stuff to prove my faith in God.

But I think that I have been wrong.

But that sounds so good, right?
James said that faith without works is dead, didn't he?

I think that faith should be seen more as dependent action or maybe even dependent re-action.

James 2 does say that faith without works is dead. But keep reading....verse 19 says that the demons believe (have faith) in who God is: they even shudder! But they are not considered righteous. It goes on to say that Abraham believed God and it was counted to him as righteousness. So what was the difference? Works! What kind of works? Not holy humanitarianism, but dependent reaction (aka, obedience!). God told him to sacrifice his son (the son on whom the promise was laid), and Abraham's belief that God would come through (faith) was manifested in his laying Isaac on that altar. He was counted righteous, not by faith alone, but by his works.
Let's talk about Rahab. James goes on to say that in the same way that Abraham was counted righteous, Rahab was counted righteous by her works. When she received the spies and sent them out by another way, she was not doing anything especially good. She was believing the promise of God and acting upon it. She believed something about God to be true, and lived her life as if that promise were true!

So it is not in our efforts to do a bunch of good things that our faith is proven true, but rather in our obedience to what God has already asked us to do. Faith is obeying the voice of the Lord, and knowing that we will fail if God does not act. But that obedience is essential. Taking the steps is what counts.

Heck, If God is telling you to do something for Him, He is going to provide for what He wants done!

Last thought: The end of Galatians 5:6 says that what counts is faith working itself out through love. If we are not walking out of an overflow of love, everything that you just read is worthless.

My charge to you is this: Love God. Listen to the Spirit. Take those steps.

Friday, October 30, 2009

The Prodigal Son.

This is a modern day interpretation of Luke 15:11-38:

There was a wealthy business man who had two sons. The younger son said to his father, “You know dad, I wish you were dead so that I could go ahead and have what is coming to me. Better yet, give me my inheritance now.” Without hesitation, the father gave a third of his company and a third all he owned to his son. A few days later, the son sold his share of everything that the father had given to him, booked a ticket to Thailand, and got as far away from his father as he could.


He lived it up in Thailand, indulging in the exotic culture and throwing elaborate parties. But soon his fortune ran out, along with his friends. About the time that he ran out of money and lost his so-called friends, a pretty intense drought hit the land. Food was scarce, and people were desperate.

The son was so desperate that he begged for a job cleaning the rooms of a brothel in return for a corner to sleep in at night. Realizing that the prostitutes were living in better conditions than he was, he came to his senses, and decided to return to his father.


The next morning he went down to the ship dock and stowed away in the cargo hold of a merchant ship headed for America. During the long trip, he practiced over and over in his head what he was going to say when he saw his father. “Dad! I am so sorry! I have messed up big time. Not only have I sinned against you, but I have sinned against God. Please, let me work in the mail-room at your company.”

When the ship arrived in America, the father was in a CEO meeting, but when he heard of the son’s return, he left the meeting without a word and drove to the boat dock. As soon as the father had a glimpse of the boy, he ran onto the ship and embraced his son.

The son began to speak, saying, “Father, I am so sorry. I am not worthy of your love.”

But the father cut him off, and with tears streaming down his cheeks he said, “Son, come home.”


The father called his secretary and had her go through his phonebook and invite all of his friends and family to a party that night. The party was to celebrate the return of his son, and to announce the new name of the company, “Johnson and Son.”

When the older son came home from the office that night, the valet parkers were a sure sign that there was a party that he did not know about. He asked one of them what was going on and the worker said, “Your brother has returned, and out of his joy your father has re-named the company. The older brother stayed outside, refusing to celebrate the immaturity of his father’s youngest son.

His father went out to him and begged the older son to join the party, but he answered his father, “ I have been the example of the perfect son. All these years I've been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a small promotion so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you re-name the company for him!”

“Son,” the father said, “you have not been the perfect son. You have been the perfect employee. Start acting like my son and start enjoying the blessings that are already yours. Now, we must go celebrate, for this son of mine was not my son for a time, but now he is part of the family again.”





Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Sunday, October 25, 2009

That speech class feeling.

You know that feeling that you get when you are about to give a speech in front of the class? Or the feeling you get right before the first roller coaster of the day? Or when you have to talk to someone that you don't want to talk to?

I have those feelings rushing through my veins right now. Its good and bad, exciting and frustrating.

I was just looking at a list of the teams that Pioneers sends out. Man! I can see myself in so many places! And to think that someday (relatively soon) I will actually be there is the craziest thought ever!

So, yah. I am way behind on blogging, and some of that probably did not make sense, so here is some background info real quick.

* Two weeks ago I spent a week in FL interviewing with Pioneers. They offered me appointment, and I accepted. That means that I am praying about where to go and taking some other, more definite steps towards the field.

* We think that the hamsters had babies. They supposedly hide under the fluff for a few days, so we will see if anything pops up.

* Roshini's family (our downstairs neighbors) moved back to India. We do not know when or if they will be back.

* I think about myself too much. I am learning a lot about that, so in honor of that, the rest of this post will be about God himself.

* God does not grow tired.
God does not change.
God is perfect.
God is strong.
He is organized.
He is one God.
God is LOVE.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Only love remains

Tonight in the car my beautiful roommate, Sarah, played this song for me. Enjoy.


Scenes of you come rushing through
You are breaking me down
So break me into pieces
That will grow in the ground
I know that I deserve to die
For the murder in my heart
So be gentle with me Jesus
As you tear me apart

Please kill the liar
Kill the thief in me
You know that I am tired of their cruelty
Breathe into my spirit
Breathe into my veins
Until only love remains

You burn away the ropes that bind
And hold me to the earth
The fire only leaves behind whatever is of worth
I begin to see reality
For the first time in my life
I know that I’m a shadow
But I’m dancing in your light

Teach me to be humble
Call me from the grave
Show me how to walk with you upon the waves
Breathe into my spirit
Breathe into my veins
Until only love remains

JJ Heller

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Exodus 18

10 Jethro said, “Blessed be the Lord, who has delivered you out of the hand of the Egyptians and out of the hand of Pharaoh and has delivered the people from under the hand of the Egyptians. 11 Now I know that the Lord is greater than all gods, because in this affair they dealt arrogantly with the people.” 12 And Jethro, Moses' father-in-law, brought a burnt offering and sacrifices to God; and Aaron came with all the elders of Israel to eat bread with Moses' father-in-law before God.

13 The next day Moses sat to judge the people, and the people stood around Moses from morning till evening. 14 When Moses' father-in-law saw all that he was doing for the people, he said, “What is this that you are doing for the people? Why do you sit alone, and all the people stand around you from morning till evening?” 15 And Moses said to his father-in-law, “Because the people come to me to inquire of God; 16 when they have a dispute, they come to me and I decide between one person and another, and I make them know the statutes of God and his laws.” 17 Moses' father-in-law said to him, “What you are doing is not good. 18 You and the people with you will certainly wear yourselves out, for the thing is too heavy for you. You are not able to do it alone. 19 Now obey my voice; I will give you advice, and God be with you! You shall represent the people before God and bring their cases to God, 20 and you shall warn them about the statutes and the laws, and make them know the way in which they must walk and what they must do. 21 Moreover, look for able men from all the people, men who fear God, who are trustworthy and hate a bribe, and place such men over the people as chiefs of thousands, of hundreds, of fifties, and of tens. 22 And let them judge the people at all times. Every great matter they shall bring to you, but any small matter they shall decide themselves. So it will be easier for you, and they will bear the burden with you. 23 If you do this, God will direct you, you will be able to endure, and all this people also will go to their place in peace.

24 So Moses listened to the voice of his father-in-law and did all that he had said. 25 Moses chose able men out of all Israel and made them heads over the people, chiefs of thousands, of hundreds, of fifties, and of tens. 26 And they judged the people at all times. Any hard case they brought to Moses, but any small matter they decided themselves. 27 Then Moses let his father-in-law depart, and he went away to his own country.


As my roommate Karrah said, "It's the body in the making!" This story of Moses taking on too much is so characteristic of many Christians today. But it is not good. Just because something is easy does not mean that it is sin.

Be encouraged! Trust God. Allow the other members of the body to bear some of the load. They are able. And you will all go on your way in peace.




Friday, September 18, 2009

movement

Since I got back from Africa I have been preparing for missions. This area of my life has been a 2 Corinthians 5:7* time for the past three years.

I am excited to tell you that finally I can feel the movement. For the past month I have been going through the formal application process with Pioneers. Today I found out that all of the paperwork has gone through and I am officially going to the Candidate Orientation Program in October!! Woo-hoo!

I really don't know much else (but what's new?) Ill give an update when I find out.

Peace.


*"for we walk by faith, not by sight."

Friday, September 11, 2009

I hate sin.

Sin stinks.

God loves His church.

God does not want sin in His church. He wants her to be holy.

I am prideful. And I am gripping my pride tightly in my hand. God is having to wrestle it out of my hands right now.

I think that it would be a lot less painful for me if I would just open up my fists and let Him have it.

God is powerful. He could destroy my hands to get rid of the pride. But He is patient.

He is patiently pulling the pride out of my grip so that I can use my hands for something better: serving Him. That's why I love His patience, because it is better to go through a long struggle than to have him destroy my hands and them not be useful to Him anymore.

Thank you, God, for being patient towards me. I know that I am still holding on. Please be patient, but please keep pulling.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Sin #3

Lately I have been asking God to reveal my sins to me so that I can repent of them. And actually, it hasn't been that bad. I actually felt a lot of relief when I confessed numbers 1 and 2 to my roommates.

You guys get to hear about number 3.

Arrogance.

Yes, pride. It's at the root of all sin. We all struggle with this one. But recently, I have come to realize a new aspect of my arrogance....here goes... I look down on other people a lot. Ugh. That feels so grose. I just sometimes think that because other people do not have the same worldview that I have that they are wrong.

I get to hang out with old people twice a week at my internship. They aren't that old, probably my parents' age, but that is a lot older than what I am used to. Anyways, I sometimes look past their wisdom because of their lack of passion.

My generation is really passionate. Like, we just want to do something to change the world! We wear t-shirts to tell everyone that we know about starvation in Africa. We have bumper stickers about human trafficking in Asia. We purchase products to make a difference. Some really passionate people even help the homeless in their own cities! (I hope that you sense my irony).

Sometimes I think that all of the Christians in my generation want to be prophets. We want to be the ones proclaiming the truths of the Lord. I even think that we have an idealized view of persecution. Persecution is radical. It's extreme. That is the way that we want to live.

But then I wonder...Do we want to be prophets because we want to be extremists for God's name? Are we acting on behalf of the Kingdom? Do we live radically with Gospel intentions?

I don't think so.

I think that we are living for ourselves.

We buy Tom's shoes in order to help a kid in need--- but we get our own trendy shoes out of the deal. We sponsor kids in Asia because they are hungry--- and we want to hang the picture on our refrigerators and get a cute letter once in a while. Or maybe you buy a water well for a village in Africa--- because you feel guilty for buying a new _______.

We like to be able to pat ourselves on the back at the end of the day. There is something appealing about helping others in a tangible way. And there is nothing wrong with helping the less fortunate...in fact, helping a brother in need is commanded by God (1 John 3:17).



So, let's re-cap. Sin #3 is arrogance. And I am one of those who wants to be a prophet... often just for the thrill of it.

But I am realizing that there is something that God desires more than just a prophetic voice shouting truths about him. He wants humble servants.

Those old people that I am talking about, they are humble servants. Actually, they are passionate humble servants. They are passionate about God, not themselves. It may come off to me as stale or boring, but when I get to know their hearts, I can see that they really want to serve God, no matter what their lives look like.

So this blog post is an apology for all of those times that I have looked at older people and thought that they were dull. Thank you to those of you who have put yourselves aside for humble service to our King. I look foreword to gaining from your wisdom and passion.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Hammies!!


We got three baby hammies today!!! My friend, Nate, has hamsters who had baby hamsters and I really wanted one, but I needed a reason to get one. So I thought and prayed, and I really think that cute, cuddly hamsters are a good way to get the neighbor kids to come over and hang out.

Here's a picture of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Psalm 8


You sit enthroned in Heaven

High above the earth.

From the mouths of infants

All of creation sings your worth.


You created with your fingers.

And set it all in place.

You care for us your creatures.

Lord, we want to see your face!


Your Name is great in all the earth,

Let us go and make it known!

Your Name is great in all the earth,

Send us to reap what you have sown!


Someday all nations will gather

And bow before your throne.

Your name is forever majestic

And on that day it will be known.


Your Name is great in all the earth,

Let us go and make it known!

Your name is great in all the earth,

Send us to reap what you have sown!


For my theology class we had to meditate on a psalm and respond to it. This is my response. It is a prayer to God to send out laborers into the harvest field to reap what He has sown in the hearts of people all over the world. When people see nature, they naturally know that there is a god, but they do not know His name. They cannot come to a saving knowledge of Him unless someone is sent to go and tell those lost people about Him.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

The third hour.

Blog break.

My butt is bored.
My back is bent.
My brain is bloated.

I have been working on my Pioneers application for the past three hours. Almost done. Kinda. Its good though. I get to remember all the fundamentals. Here are a few cool reminders. Take a minute for each of them and remember that these are truths. They are a reality!



Jesus is in heaven right now interceding for me!


I am a co-heir of Christ!


I have been justified in the sight of God. He does not see my sin, guilt, or shame.


Saturday, August 29, 2009

The essential guide to a perfect Indian Party


1. Have good food.

When Indians say that they eat meat, they generally mean chicken, not beef. When we invited our neighbors over, they told us that they wanted to come over on Friday and not Saturday because one of the guys does not eat meat on Saturday. We took that to mean that they wanted us to make them some meat- like, some manly meat. We went to the store and picked out some nice seasoned beef. Enough for all the guys next door to enjoy. When we served it, they asked what it was and Emily said, "beef." I followed up with, "you know, cow." And then we realized: we were talking to Hindu Indians.


2. Remember your guests' names; use household objects as a guide when necessary.

Emily started this fad. We have a little 3 year-old friend who we called "pair of shoes" until we could remember that his name is Predju. (It actually does sound similar).
So tonight, one of the neighbors was asking me if I remembered his name. I was babbling and making up excuses about why I forgot when all of the sudden... I remembered his nick name! Ball of Cheese. I shouted, "Wait, Ballocheze!" The whole room erupted in laughter. I was so sure that he was going to walk right out the door because I called him a ball of cheese. But to my surprise, he gave me a high five and said, "you remembered!"


3. Music is a must-have.

We got to playing some music for each other, just enjoying the different types of music that was being preformed. We ended up singing My God is Mighty to Save, and Blessed be the Name of the Lord for our new friends. It was sweet. And they loved it. And we are praying that someday they will be singing with us.

4. To ensure good party conversations, always have a Monique handy.

Monique was talking to one of the girls who came over, and she wants to go to church with us on Sunday. Aaaaaand, she saw one of the post-it notes with a Bible verse on it that Monique had put up last weekend and commented on how much she liked it. Monique told her to take it, and she so excitedly did.

5. Make secret plans.

I can't reveal this one yet, but it is going to be good.


Soon an exhaustive Indian survival guide will be out, but for now, I need sleep. It is almost two by now, and I am helping a family pack up for a move tomorrow before work.

GOOD NIGHT.

Friday, August 28, 2009

TRUST

I have to trust God right now. Every little bit of my flesh wants to worry, but I won't let it.

I am going to give a letter to the elders of my church today. I am asking them for their blessing and support to be a missionary. I just fear that they are going to say, "not yet."

But I am not going to worry about it. How could I be arrogant enough to think that I know better than the godly authorities that he has placed over me? The elders are there to shepherd me.

Besides, it's not about me. God will build His Church (Matthew 16). So I know that if He tells me, through my elders, that I am not ready yet, that I will wait on Him and be assured that He is still going to accomplish His plan- with or without me. (But isn't it so stinking cool that He uses us? I love being a servant of the Most High God!)

Monday, August 24, 2009

Goings on

 I first started this blog when we were just getting to know our neighbors. Now that we know them much better, and interact with them regularly, it is hard for me to remember to update you guys on how everything is going because it's not that big of a deal anymore.

Yesterday I was unloading the dishwasher and I was thinking about sharing the gospel with our Indian neighbors. We have not laid it out for them yet. We do not understand how we should approach it. They are hindu, and they believe in many different gods. They go to the temple to worship, and they pray in the mornings. Then I was thinking, however we do this, it is going to step on their toes. Our interactions might be awkward for a while afterwards. They might get offended and not be our friends anymore. 

And then I was thinking about overseas missions. I usually have this inaccurate picture in my head that I am just going to go overseas and tell people the story of God, and that it is going to be such music to their ears that they all fall on their faces in worship of the One True God. But I forget that before I (when I say "I", that includes the team of believers that I will be a part of) will be friends with the people when I move to their country. I will have lived with them, learned their language, and asked thousands of questions about their culture. I will have cried with them, laughed with them, and we will be friends. I think about sharing the gospel with them then. I will probably loose some friends. That is okay. I must tell them to repent because I love them. Dude, I love them already, and I don't even know them yet. I pray for them, and so my heart is already attached to them. Please pray for the people that I will be living among in a few years. Pray that their hearts will be opened to the gospel. 


Ok, but back to being a missionary today... sometimes I just really enjoy being friends with my neighbors and I just get comfortable around them. But then yesterday happened, and I remembered how exciting it was to watch God move in the beginning. 

Mike and his son, Alex, live in the apartment below us. A few weeks ago it was Alex's birthday, so we gave him a card with some money in it. When we gave it to him, Mike was blown away. He could not understand why the heck we would do something like that. 

Fast foreword to last night. We borrowed Mike's broom to sweep off our porch. When we brought it back to him, he handed us a brand new broom! He was so stoked for what we did for his son that he wanted to do something nice for us. Wow.   (Plus the fact that through him, God provided a broom for us!)

After this, we were feeling good, so we walked the 6 feet across to the neighbors who live directly across from us. They are a bunch of Indian bachelors, probably in their early 30's. We haven't really had any good interactions with them, hellos and how are you doings, but that is about it. Their door was open because they were cleaning, so we poked our heads in and introduced ourselves again. We had such a blast trying to say each other's names and invited them all to dinner on Friday night. We are inviting all four apartments in our block, and we hope that not only will we get to know all of the neighbors a little bit better, but hopefully they will get to know each other. Please pray that they see God in us, and not just think that we are good people. 



Sunday, August 9, 2009

false prophets and true prophets

Since moving to Simi Valley nearly a year ago I have unknowingly begun to buy into this false gospel that "God wants me to be spoiled rotten here on earth." I can't find that anywhere in scripture.

     Now that i think about it, I have believed this my entire life. That is why i don't give away very much money. Because i still want to have enough to go out with my friends and play and stuff. That is why i don't pray as much and read scripture as much and fast and tell people hard truths on and on I could go.

When you think of the people in Africa, you think: starving. AIDS. dirty. they need me. 

     But when you actually go see what is on the other side of the camera, you realize that they are quite happy people, especially the Christians. I will never forget the words of a pastor from Kibera, Africa's largest slum. Some other Americans and I were visiting this church and he said, "Most people look at us and think that we need to get out of this slum. But why do we need an Exodus? God has found us here."

     As those words ring in my ears, I wonder why I am so surprised at what he said. I think, "They don't have anything and yet they are so happy! How can this be?" 
Then I realize: Every day in America, I am bombarded by media. Everywhere I look, everyone is telling me that I need more in order to be happy. That is a lie from the pit of hell. Literally. Satan uses media to tell us that we need new stuff and more stuff and better stuff. He tells us that if we do not have it, we should be miserable. And somehow, we believe him. That is why we are so surprised. 

And we carry this view over into our view of God. We assume that God wants us to be happy. So we make decisions based on that assumption. 

I have been reading Ezekiel lately, and it is rocking my world. God loves Ezekiel. He is His chosen prophet. Yet God asks Ezekiel to do some hard stuff. He has to lay on his side for over a year (and then on the other side for 40 days)! God asks him to become like an exile in front of everyone. He does all of this stuff to symbolize Israel's unfaithfulness and coming judgement. It's just crazy that Ezekiel is one of the few righteous men left among Israel, and yet God asks him to do all of the uncomfortable stuff. 

Meanwhile, there are these false prophets going around telling everyone, "Peace!" They are like, "Don't worry guys, we are God's chosen people. He loves us, and would never harm us."

So naturally, the people believe the false prophets who are proclaiming peace rather than Ezekiel who is telling the hard truth. 

Oh Lord, please give us the grace to see you as you really are, not as we wish you would be!

The will of the Father

   Ok, here goes an attempt at trying to figure out what just happened. We got back from Mexico on Friday, and I am still recovering from spiritual whiplash. 

Here is a typical day at Mexico Caravan Ministries :

6:30 Rise and Shine!
7:00 Morning Devotionals (by ourselves) 
7:30 Breakfast
8:00 Morning Meeting (someone would teach us from the Word, either a guest speaker or Eddie, the man in charge)
9:30ish Head off to build a house

We spent the rest of the day building, usually finishing the house between 3 and 4 o'clock.

After that, was pretty much free time except on Tuesday and Thursday night we met together to hear staff testimonies. 

  The really cool part for me was that I knew most of the speakers and  some of the staff. The whole week they spoke Truth from the Word. The funny thing is, from all of the teaching we heard, I really did not learn anything new. Like, I had heard all of what they taught before. It was just  that they taught with authority and conviction. They did not go easy on us because the commands are hard. They did not give us the option to just sit and listen. It was quite clear that obedience is the only option. But breathe. There is joy in obedience. 

    Have you ever asked the question, "God, what is your will for my life?" I thought you might have. Guess what! I know the answer!

God's will for your life is this:  Find out what His will is, and mold your life to fit His will.

Easy as that. 

But how do I find out what the will of God is? Read the Bible. Just start reading. Pay attention to what God's heart is, and viola. You understand the will of God. Not as big of a deal as you thought (I mean, seriously, If God is about accomplishing His will--which He is--why would He hide it from us? He has clearly laid it out in His word).



Here is one thing that hit me this week. The weight of the cross. 

Think with me for a minute. If you were living in Jesus-times, and you heard that your neighbor was carrying his cross, you would assume that he was going to die very soon. Like, that day. We would run outside and watch him walk the narrow road to his death. 
He only had one option at this point: death. He could not lay his cross down and say never mind. He could not stop and get a new pair of shoes first, or say wait, I wanted to say goodbye to my family. He only had one thing on his mind: death.

When I decided to follow Jesus, he commanded me to pick up my cross in order to follow Him. He did not feel sorry for me because it is heavy. He did not apologize for the inconvenience. He requires much of his followers.  

       So, this week what I experienced this week was the heartbeat of God. It was not new, but refreshingly old. 

I have lost nothing

I am reading a book by Elizabeth Elliot, and I just want to share a huge truth that I have just come to realize. 

This is an excerpt from a letter that she received from Jim Elliot before they were married. They wanted so badly to be married, but the Lord told them to wait. They would get frustrated thinking about the fact that they could be doing missions together, but then Jim said this:

     "Besides this, there is the somewhat philosophical realization that actually I have lost nothing. We may imagine what it would be like to share a given event and feel loss at having to experience it alone. But let us not forget-- that loss is imagined , not real. I imagine peaks of enjoyment when I think of doing things together, but let not the hoping for it dull the doing of it alone. What is, is actual-what might be simply is not, and I must not therefore query God as though He robbed me-- of things that are not. ... Let not our longing slay the appetite of our living."

   Wow. Now, I am not in the same boat as Jim and Elizabeth, but it still applies to my desires. Sometimes I just really want to go to the beach, or go be doing missions on the other side of the world, and not just in Simi Valley, or I want to go backpacking with my friends.

     But when I have to work on Saturday, and can't go on the backpacking trip, or when I am don't have enough gas money to drive to the beach, I just have to remember that I have lost nothing. 

Be encouraged. God is good.

Mexico prayer letter.

I went to mexico this past week, and here is the prayer letter that I sent out to the Church prior to the trip. I will write about the trip soon!

Hello Family!


I am so excited to tell you more of what God is doing in my neck of the woods. I have the wonderful opportunity, along with some other leaders at my church (Cornerstone Community Church in Simi Valley, CA www.cornerstonesimi.com ), to take a group of high school students to Mexico on a mission trip. We are leaving today and we will return on Friday.  We are driving down to Tijuana, Mexico for two reasons:


Reason number one: We are going to be God’s hands to his children in Tijuana who are in need of a better living situation. We will build one living structure each day. We are going to put up four walls and a roof, trusting that God will turn those shelters into homes. 


Reason number two: To mobilize the hearts of the students that we are bringing down there. More than 40% of the world has no access to the Gospel. They do not have anybody or any literature in their language that will lead them to the knowledge of the one true God. While the people of Tijuana have plenty of access to God and his Word, we will be using the change of culture and the third-world environment to teach the students about the need for the Gospel all over the world. 


In Matthew 9:37, Jesus says that there are many people who are ready to hear about Him, but there are very few people who will go and share His love with them. Please pray that the students who are going this week will understand God’s heart for the world and give their lives to spreading the love of God to the unreached. 


Thank you for your prayers!


Bethany Reinbolt





Check my blog a few days after we get back because I will post a report about how the trip went. www.stubborngrace.blogspot.com 


You can also find out more about the status of the Gospel around the world on www.joshuaproject.net 

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Long time, no...type

It's been a while since I have posted anything on here. It's not because nothing is happening. Actually, it's just the opposite! I have been doing so much lately that I am exhausted, and sorry, but blogging is not a priority right now :)

Let's see, stuff with the neighbors is going well. Emily is teaching swimming lessons to a bunch of the kids, so while she is getting splashed in the face, I get to sit next to the moms and hang out.

Oooh, yesterday we made sugar cookies with some of the kids, that was fun...and we strategically gave them our plates so that they would have to bring them back. Mwaahaha! Tricky for the Kingdom!


Oh, and let me just say that God has been encouraging my socks off the past two weeks!


Sunday I got to see two friends of mine from Cumberland. I was planning on going to visit one of my besties, Ashley who was visiting a family about an hour south of me. While we were planning, she asked if I could pick up our other friend, Michelle (who I ran track with my freshman year) on the way down. It turned out that Michelle was directly
on the way! What a blessing(She was actually staying on the same campus that I am going to be doing my internship at this fall...I know, small world.)!

So I went and picked up Michelle and it was so good to just have time in the car to talk to her. I have not seen her since she graduated after my freshman year, and let me tell you, God really encouraged me through her. She has been a missionary in Asia for the past three years, and is here on furlough.

In this picture we are pretending to be with one of our friends, Jessica (long story for some other time).

Other encouraging things are happening at work and stuff. Except for the sad fact that Ben and Natalie are moving to Hawaii :(

Last cool thing before I have to run. The other night we went to get frozen yogurt for my friend's birthday. Some of us did not want any, so we were waiting on the benches outside. My school president and another professor walked up and they each introduced me to their wives. It was just cool cause I was not so sure that they knew me, but I guess they do (I hope that is a good thing, haha).

Maybe more later, but I have to go! Hasta!

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Oh dear

I am watching my roommate Sarah talk on the phone and pace across our apartment. For some reason it is cracking me up. She walks to the sliding glass door and back to the kitchen and turns around again. And again. And again. Hahaha. Is she going to stop? No! She just started another round!

Why is this amusing? Maybe because I have been quarantined all day with pink eye. Bleh. 

Haha. Ok, well nothing super spiritual or cool here. Just a little glimpse of my life. 

Hasta!

Friday, July 10, 2009

Fun day!

     Today was a fun day...so far. But I'm not done yet :)

     I had an interview for an internship today, so I woke up early and stopped by my friend Charity's house. She lives about 20 minutes away, so I do not get to see her very often, but when I do, it is always a treat. We went to a little hippy coffee shop and we both ordered chai and went out back to the garden to drink it. I have had a really sore throat the past two days, so the warm chai tea felt so good on it.

     Then I drove to Pasadena for my interview at the US Center for World Missions. I was not even nervous a little bit....that is, until I took a few wrong turns on the way there and was really close to being late. But as far as being interviewed, I was not really nervous because I love missions and I don't know why I was not nervous, but I just wasn't. I guess for once in my life I just trusted that it was in God's hands. The interview went well and yipee skippe I am officially going to be an intern there in the fall!  

     Then I went to my sister's house on the way home and said hi, and then went jeans shopping (because I lost mine :( somehow). I decided that I was not in the mood, so I left without trying on any jeans. But here is where it gets good. I had a hard-boiled egg in my car cause I am eating healthier and I brought it along for a snack, but I did not want to leave it in my hot car, so I carried it around the mall in my hands. Haha. I guess I looked funny carrying a hard-boiled egg around the mall with me, but whatever. I am really starting to not care at all what people think about me. It's kinda nice. And then, on my way back to my car, I heard a song on the loudspeakers that I wanted to hear so I stood on the sidewalk and just listened. It was quite nice. 

I don't know why I felt like sharing the egg and song stuff, but it was just fun to do whatever and not care who was watching. Like, I was just talking with Jesus all day and enjoying His company and knowing that I am loved by God makes every other thing on the planet seem really insignificant. 

Ok, now I am going to start translating 1 Peter! Yay for Greek III. 

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Where Simi meets India.

Near the corner of Cochran and Erringer is a nice little apartment complex. So many different types of people live in the complex. And among all of the nations represented there, the strongest community is the Indian community. They all come because they know that there are like-minded people for them to be friends with. This is one chapter of a story of how two american girls started becoming a part of the Indian community in Simi Valley. 



 This is a picture of me, Lavenya, and Emily (Left to right) at Lavenya's baby shower. She is going to have a new baby boy soon! We are all kind-of making wierd faces in this picture.All of the women at the baby shower. Men and kids came too, but they are not in this picture. See if you can pick out the two americans!

This is us all laughing at our lack of knowledge about the Indian culture. 

We went up to bless Lavenya and the baby. The only difference between us and them is that we prayed to our God to bless them, rather than praying to one of the many Indian gods. 

Me and Roshni playing a game. Fun!

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Tonight before church I was telling Emily what I learned about letting the Holy Spirit control my life instead of having myself. I told her how I am scared stiff of messing up. Like, in life, I am so scared to mess up sometimes, that I do nothing at all. 
I guess it is a good thing that I realize the severity of sin, but sometimes sinning is not even a factor, and I am just so scared that I get paralyzed in thought (urg. I hate overthinking things!)

For example, inviting my co-workers to church. It is certainly not a sin to invite one of my co-workers to come to church with me! And while I am not really that afraid of being rejected by them, I am afraid of asking them when they are not ready and messing up and making them hate church and God forever. 

And that is baloney ( I know, bologna. But I like baloney better).

It is baloney to think that my asking a co-worker to go to church could mess up God's plan to save that person. Haha. Bethany, you are not powerful enough to mess up God's plan. Ahhh, what a sweet reality that is. 

Tonight when we got to church, the second song we sang was the following song. The first two lines were up on the screen for about 30 seconds. After about 5 seconds of looking at the words, they hit me. Hard.

I looked over at Emily who was a few people down, and I started cracking up laughing. People were turning around to look at me. But I just kept laughing. I could feel the Holy Spirit in me, giving me joy and telling me that this is what His love is like. I am falling so in love with God and I just want to know how to give up all control to Him. 

Here's that song:


A thousand times I've failed
Still your mercy remains 
And If I stumble again
I'm caught in our grace
Everlasting, Your light will shine 
When all else fails 
Neverending, your glory goes 
Beyond all fame 

In my heart and my soul
I give You control
Consume me from the inside out Lord
Let justice and praise
Become my embrace
To love You from the inside out

Everlasting, Your light will shine 
When all else fails
Neverending, Your glory goes
Beyond all fame
And the cry of my heart 
Is to bring You praise 
From the inside out 
Lord my soul cries out

Your will above all else 
My purpose remains 
The art of losing myself
In bringing You praise
Everlasting, Your light will shine 
When all else fails 
Neverending, your glory goes 
Beyond all fame

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

This is real.

Romans 5:1-5


Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God. More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.









Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. 


When we were sinners, we were enemies of God. But Jesus fought the war on our behalf through his life, death, and resurrection. God is the Holy King, and we who were once enemies are now on peaceful terms with God because of what Jesus has done. But it is not just like we signed a peace treaty and went back to our homeland. No, our God is greater than that. “Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand,” WOW! Through Jesus we have also obtained access (some translations say "introduction") to God. (Think Esther here). It is dangerous to approach a King without introduction, like, people have been killed for going before a King without proper introduction. But through Jesus, we have gained access to God, our King. We do not have to fear going before his throne because the one at his right hand is interceding for us! (but that is later in Romans). 

But wait, there is more. Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand. WHAT? Ok, so lets back up a bit...First we were enemies of God, but Jesus faught the war on our behalf. Then he justified us by faith so that we would have peace with God, and not only peace, but access to God! Ok, so now we can go into the throne room of God and bow before Him and worship his majesty. But Paul says that we have access into this grace in which we stand. When we enter the throne room of God and kneel before HIm, He looks down at us and lifts up our chin and says, “Stand up. You are my child. I sacrificed everything so that you could stand justified before me.”

The first time I heard that, I cried. I had been imagining a God so big and so Holy and now the Bible is telling me that I am standing in His grace? That blows my mind.


 and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God.


We rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. More on that when I understand it fully. 


 More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings,


You are saying that we rejoice in sufferings more than we rejoice in hope? Is Paul crazy? Not at all. Paul realizes that we rejoice in our sufferings because that is what produces endurance, which produces character. The greek word for character here is dokime. A more specific translation would be “proven character” (the same word that is used in James 1). It is describing someone who has been tested and his faith is proven true. You might have heard the gold analogy: When gold is tested in the fire it comes out as more pure gold. But here’s the thing: it comes out of the fire, and everyone knows that it really is gold. It does not just look like gold. It does not just say that it is gold. It is proven to be gold. That is what sufferings produce in Christians. When a Christian suffers and comes out confessing Christ, everyone will know that he truly is a follower of Jesus, and not just in talk.

 That is how character produces hope. If our dokime (proven character) shows that we really are a Christian, then we have confidence (hope) that we will inherit the Kingdom of God.


 knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.


This last part I am still not grasping, but I think that it is saying that one of the ways that God pours His love out on us is that He has given us the Holy Spirit.