Spring Cleaning

You know it's really spring when the weather is warm enough to start washing windows, airing rugs, scrubbing every surface, and letting the sunshine and gentle breeze seek into the farthest recesses of your house. Anyone who's ever under-taken spring cleaning knows it's a huge job and that there's something so satisfying in it. It's like you're starting over, dust and grim that has settled in during the long, hard winter is removed, things are fresh, and the air smells cleaner somehow.

A few months ago I moved into a new apartment. It wasn't exactly spring yet outside, but this move marked the beginning of a spring in my life. Typically when I move into a new place, I like to give it a thorough going-over, you know, removing the previous person's dust, and dirt. It helps me feel settled.

At first glance the apartment looked relatively clean. I noticed the places that often get neglected were a bit dusty, so I'd wipe them down, but as I did so, the angle I was working from would enlighten me to other areas that had been long-neglected. Each discovery yielded more and more disgust on my part as I realized that this apartment had not received a deep cleaning in years!

It took me days to remove the filth and as I was cleaning I sensed God speaking to me through the process. He showed me that just like it's good to undertake a spring cleaning in the the natural world, it is even more vital to take up this kind of discipline spiritually. What does a spiritual deep-clean look like? Well, in many ways, I think it's very much like in the natural world...you start scrubbing somewhere by confessing one sin to God, you're forgiven and that area is cleaned off, but now that you're there, you see that there are other things that you didn't notice before, and pretty soon, you realize wow, there are a lot of things to confess and clean out. You realize just how filthy you are on inside! And just like the satisfaction that you get when your apartment or house is finally sparkling like new, you can feel squeaky clean on the inside once you air it all out to God. But in this case it's not because of something you've done or effort or elbow-grease on your part.  No, God's the one who moves in with power and makes you white as snow!

It's pretty amazing, you get all the benefits of a deep, spring, cleaning and all you have to do is confess, "I am dirty." and he does the rest! His word says, "If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and cleanse us from all unrighteousness" (1John 1:9) and "...as far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us" (Psalm 103:12). Wow!

And the interesting thing is, just like regular cleaning makes spring cleaning so much easier, regular confession, makes a spiritual deep-clean much easier too! Don't you love it how God uses the natural world around us to teach us spiritual truths?!

Signs of Spring

It’s been a long winter! "Well no, it hasn’t," you might be thinking. "It’s really barely begun this year." Well the truth is—and I think some of you know this—winters in our lives don’t always follow the earth’s cycle of seasons.

For me it’s been a long winter and I was talking to God about this the other day. I was telling him how hard it is going to be to go through another physical winter with a spiritual winter still hanging on. Couldn’t we just get on with it and move on to the next season? He encouraged me by pointing out that spring is coming. It was an uplifting thought, but I needed more. It seemed like it was so far off still and I was ready to be done with winter right now!

And God was gracious and loving to His frustrated daughter. He didn’t tell me when, he didn’t tell me that it’s here, but he did begin to show me signs of spring, signs that things are changing, that things are on the move; signs that he’s preparing the soil, that He’s up to something good, even though it’s been hard to see. He even showed me how a few things that could be discouraging if I dwelt on them in the wrong way were really signs of hope, signs of life, an indication that things won’t stay dead and dormant forever, but that life will begin to blossom again.

In Colorado it might be hard to get an accurate picture of what I’m describing. Spring can hardly be called spring here. It’s more like fits and starts between winter and summer and then BAM—summer finally sticks. What I’m talking about is a more like a New England spring, one that is a gradual, even process, where buds begin to appear, where flowers begin to poke their heads through the earth, as at least four or five months’ worth of snow begins to melt. I picture my mom, out in her garden, tilling up the soil and cleaning up muck that has slipped into the wrong places during the long, hard winter.

Are you in the middle of winter, are you longing for spring? God knows that sometimes we need help to be patient, help to believe that He’s moving things along, that it won’t always be winter. We need just a little bit of sight to encourage our faith. My prayer for you today is that He would show you some of your own signs of spring. That you would continue to believe that He is working, moving the seasons forward, and that He's up to something good in your life.

Reflections on Wandering

"All who wander are not lost..." though sometimes it feels that way! Recently I heard this quote, credited to J.R.R. Tolkien, several times within the span of a day or two. It reminded me of an experience that I had several years ago where some friends and I were wandering around in the dark.

We had decided to tackle one of Colorado's 14ers--Blanca Peak. Our plan was to leave right after work, but we got an even later start than expected. By the time we got to the trail-head darkness had descended and the moon had already risen high into the night sky. There was a mountain lake a few thousand feet below the summit, which we thought was only a few miles up, and it was our goal to reach it that night and camp there. We were packing it in, so we carried tents, sleeping bags, food, and clothes on our backs.

After several hours of climbing on a steep, rough trail, we still hadn't reached our destination. We wondered if we had gotten off track. Though the moon helped light the way a little we knew that we could step off a ledge at any moment. Were we just wandering around in the dark, way off course?  It was past midnight by that time and we were exhausted. We had no way of knowing how close we were to the lake, so we decided to pitch our tent on the next level piece of ground we could find and wait for the morning light to give us more direction.

When morning dawned, we packed up camp and were on our way. It turns out if we had kept going, we still would have had over an hour of hiking, so we made the right decision. Our directions had told us that we should drive up the trail as far as we could go and then it would be a certain distance to the lake. It warned that if we tried to keep going we might break an axle or get stuck. Well, we played it too safe with the vehicle and thus had a much longer hike than we should have.

My life as an adult has included what appears to be lots of wandering. I've lived in at least 13 different houses and had over 20 different housemates since graduating from college a decade ago. In each and every case what might have appeared to an outsider like aimless wandering and an unwillingness to settle down really had genuine purpose. Though sometimes it did feel like I was wandering around in the dark, not quite sure if I was heading in the right direction, I can clearly see looking back, how God guided me each step of the way. It's definitely not the life that this homebody would have chosen, but it is definitely the life-path that God in His sovereignty led me on...and I'd do it all over again too!

I've lived in Colorado longer than anywhere else. I sometimes wonder if God is going to settle me down here or somewhere else or keep me on this path of wandering. It is reassuring that wandering does not mean that I am lost. It means that I am a sojourner on this planet that is not my true home. I know that I don't want to get so comfortable anywhere that I am not prepared to move if God calls me somewhere else. At the same time, I don't want to move just for the sake of moving.

What does it really mean that all who wander are not lost? I think it has something to do with the fact that life doesn't necessarily go in the straight line that we expect. We seem to zigzag and back-track and loop around, and there's often lots of change. Sometimes we think we're on the right path, but we don't seem to be getting there. What we expect to happen when we thought it should happen doesn't. It feels a bit like we're wandering in the dark.

But this type of wandering is not aimless. It has a purpose. It is growing us. We're not lost. God knows exactly where we're going. If we keep trusting and walking ahead, eventually the darkness covering our sight will lift and we'll be able to see the trail that we've taken. Sometimes we'll see that there really was a more direct way, but maybe the trail we took was really the right trail after all because we had to work hard and learned so much, growing and gaining strength along the way. As we wander we are found by Him. He's right there beside us, seeing through the darkness, waiting with us for those things that are still hidden. And sometimes, when we just can't seem to get where we're going and all is still dark, I think it's ok, to take a break, pitch our tent and wait for morning. Rest and light always seem to have a way of renewing vision and giving direction to our feet.

The Call to Prayer

I hear the call to prayer
A wail really
I wonder that I've noticed it
This time

It seems to have faded
Into the background
So that I rarely hear it anymore
I am struck by the wail
A lament
A cry

I wonder
Who and what are they calling out for?
Will anyone hear or heed their voice?

The night sky closes in
The stars sparkle
Clearly twinkle
In the expanse above

A whisper
A silent prayer I offer
For those who are lost
As I heed
The call to prayer

Marsabit Memories

The smiles of the African children

The delight in their eyes

The sweet innocence

Struck with awe and wonder

By the simplest things

Chalk on the front stoop

Colorful balloons twirling in the air

Lasting only for a moment

Before a thorn triumphs

Bursting them into a thousand pieces

So much joy and so much glee

If only for a short time

Fleeting as the setting sun at twilight

It is light

And then it is dark

Totally black

Except for the twinkling stars above

Pinpoints of light

So sharp in the equatorial sky

Noises in the night

The constant hum of exotic insects

The soft crooning of an unknown bird

The melodious sound of neighbors' voices

Lifted in praise

It is so far away and yet so near

As near as the beating heart within me

The smiles of the African children

The Watch in the Night

Watchmen in the night
Sleeping
dreaming
Ever an unconstant vigil

Shots in the night
Breath catching
Hearts racing
Unexpected events

God is watching in the night
Guards are sleeping
We are safely
Covered in the shadow of His wings

What it Means to Know Him

"'He defended the cause of the poor and needy, and so all went well. Is that not what it means to know me?' declares the Lord." Last night I read those words in Jeremiah 22:16 and today we met people who know what it means to know the Lord and I'd say that it is going very well with them! Where did we meet them? At PopUp. This unusual acronym stands for "People Upliftment Process", an incredible ministry that our team had the opportunity to visit today. Through skills training classes in a wide variety of areas including sewing, home-based care, business, computer skills, and many others people from around the city of Pretoria and beyond are empowered to change the course of their lives and not only on the outside, but the inside too!

A team of dedicated staff, these people who truly know the Lord, speak to their learners about God's purpose in their life. Despite the many difficulties that the learners have faced, the challenges that they encounter, they begin to see that God created them in His image for His glory and that He has given them specific talents and abilities to use as a means of providing for themselves and their families, but also to reach out and bless others. Several of the learners stood up and shared their testimonies. The joy in their hearts was evident on their faces and in their voices. As they sang us a chorus about there being no one like Jesus, their harmonious voices moved our team to tears. One gift that God has given our brothers and sisters of African heritage is definitely song!

In addition to skills training PopUp also includes a medical, dental, and eye clinic, plus a kids day-program called PopMed, PopDent, PopEye, and PopKids respectively. We spent the afternoon with the kids. It was amazing how they readily accepted us as their friends as we sang songs, told stories, blew bubbles, did a craft, and played games. We reminded them that they are "children of the King," the King who defends the cause of the poor and the needy. He's their dad. He cares for them. Several dedicated African women are His hands and feet to these children. Day in and day out they minister to them. It was such a joy to interact with these mommas. Mostly they spoke English for our benefit, but as I heard them speak to each other in their own languages, I realized every now and then some of what they said seemed to make sense. There are similiarities between some of the languages here and Swahili, which I speak. It was fun to try and speak to each other in these African languages when we discovered that we could sort of understand each other.

Last night we spent the evening with an entirely different group of people who know what it means to know the Lord--the youth workers of Doxa Deo Church. They serve in the youth ministry at Doxa Deo's North Campus not only during the weekly meetings, but many of them serve throughout the week at various public schools around the city. There is an open door in many schools for Christian youth workers to have a presence on school campuses. These youth workers counsel students, organize evangelistic events, and develop relationships with the kids. It's a pretty amazing thing that they have going on over here and the youth workers are so dedicated, putting in long hours at the schools and church. Please pray with us for them, that God would continue to establish them as his "planting for the display of his splendor." Pray that they would bear fruit, that a forest would begin to grow. We had the opportunity to pray over them last night. Please join with us in lifting up their requests for wisdom, unity, and purity among them.

Through our time here in South Africa we are learning more and more what it is to know the Lord. What an incredible opportunity it is to fellowship, share, and learn with other parts of His body.

What would you say it means to know Him? Please comment :)

Buy a Donkey! (Baie Dankie!)

"Buy a Donkey!" It's an important phrase in South Africa, but probably not for the reasons you might think. No, it doesn't literally mean to buy a donkey (which could come in handy in some parts of Africa), it just sounds like that and it's the easiest way to remember how to say "Thank you very much" in Afrikaans. Afrikaans is the language spoken by the white South Africans who are not of English decent. Most Afrikaner people come from Dutch, German, French, and Italian background.

About three and half days ago I boarded a plane with my friend Carli. Thirty-six hours later after a night in a hotel, three different planes, numerous movies, and the quickest layover on record in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, we touched down in Johannesburg, South Africa. It's a different kind of Africa than I have experienced before. It's cold, so far we've met more vanilla faces than chocolate ones, and I don't think we've hit a pothole yet. At the same time, it is evident that God is at work here too. We have been hosted by some amazing people who worship God through their work with the least of these, who love their rugby, and are always up for a braai (barbeque).

It's been a little bit strange and surreal to finally be walking around in a country that I've wanted to visit for quite some time. I am thankful for this opportunity to see how God is working in anther part of the world and to form new friendships. A few nights ago we attended a worship service on the top of a small moutain overlooking the city of Pretoria. As we joined with young adults from this part of the world, I sensed that the cry of our generation is the same--God we want more of you! We want you to come in power to heal the brokenness of our land, to be glorified, to be known. And we all know that we are part of the answers to our own prayers. We must be the generation that pushes through, that takes God at His word, that does not give up or back down, but claims back the territory that the enemy has taken.

Today as we toured a museum that highlighted the history of the Afrikaner people in South Africa, many of us were struck by the fact that our countries' histories have similarities. We're only beginning to comprehend the cultures in South Africa, but at least we have more insight into the heritage and experiences that have influenced and shaped our hosts.

I am truly thankful to God for giving me and the rest of our team of nine the opportunity to come here and we are thankful to our new friends for their hospitality. Please pray for us, that we would be a light, full of peace and grace, and bring hope, healing, and refreshment to all we meet. Dankie!

Things God Whispers 3

"People of God should be people of integrity!" declared the speaker. Instead of the confident, resounding "yes" that I expected to feel in my spirit, I found conviction. Instead of a blank slate, I was confronted with a memory of a time when I had not acted in complete integrity. So I confessed it to God, received his forgiveness, and moved on, or so I thought.

A few days later I still felt the guilt. I wondered why I was sill walking around with it. Didn't I believe that God had forgiven me? Why couldn't I let it go? As the days progressed I couldn't shake the feeling that things still weren't resolved in my spirit. I sometimes suffer from an overactive conscience, feeling guilty about insignificant things, but this felt different. What was the problem?

Here's how I knew what it was--the thought of confessing to someone else horrified me. I realized that I hadn't just sinned against God, I had sinned against a person. I didn't want her to know what I had done. When I realized that, the real struggle began--could I confess my actions to her? How would she react? What would the consequences be? I thought through all the scenarios and some of them seemed pretty awful at the time. I thought if I could just push the feeling down and keep it between me and God it would eventually go away. In my heart of hearts, though, I knew that wasn't true. I knew that it would nag me, it would erect a wall between me and God that would continue to grow.

Finally, I decided in my heart that I could not consciously choose to disobey God. I was willing to deal with the consequences whatever they may be. So I resolved to tell her what I had done. It was hard, it was humbling, but I wrote to her, confessed, asked for forgiveness and suggested ways to make it right. I wanted her to know the reason I felt compelled to confess, that it wasn't that I was a good person, but it was because I call myself a Christ-follower and he had convicted me to come clean.

Amazingly she wrote back full of grace, expressing her respect for me, telling me what a good person I was and had always been. It was such a relief! At the same time, my prayer is that she would come to know and understand the one whose goodness lives in me. Without him I am nothing. Without him, my spirit is filled with darkness. Without him, what a wretched person am I. But with him, I am full of courage. With him my spirit is filled with light. With him I can do something. And I will.

The post-script of this story is that about six months later I was talking to a friend. She revealed that she was struggling with long-term guilt, something she couldn't shake from an incident many years before. In some ways what she had done didn't seem like a big deal and others had said as much. But when I heard her speak about her struggle, it sounded just like mine. I told her my story and it gave her the courage to confess to someone who had been in authority over her at the time. God revealed that his timing was perfect. Due to circumstances, if she had waited any longer the opportunity to bring it into the open would have been gone.

God is good. He is patient with us. "If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness" (1 John 1:9). Sometimes for some of us it's hard to distinguish between guilt and false guilt. My simple principle that I follow now is that nagging conviction is not something to live with for very long. Get rid of it--confess it to God and to the person affected as soon as possible. Bring it into the light. Even the worst consequences you can imagine are better than a living with a conscience that is not at rest and separation from God.

Things God Whispers 2

"Just relax!" If I had listened to those words at the beginning maybe things would have turned out differently or at least I would have saved myself from a lot of grief. Looking back, I know that they were from God, but somehow I let my emotions take over and I didn't relax, I didn't surrender. I just let myself get more worked up. It's interesting how sometimes you can think that you're walking in obedience and your temper tantrums are justified, but they never really are.

Those words were a second invitation that God had given me to surrender to him in a certain area of my life. The first time he had asked me a question, "Are you willing to....?" My response had been, "Yes, but..." As a friend actually pointed out to me, that "but" says it all. "Buts" are never words of surrender. I mean when we read the story of Abraham, do we hear him saying, "Yes God, I will sacrifice my son, but only if..."? No, he just began to take the steps to do it. Of course we are not told of the conversations that he had with himself and God along the journey, but we do not see him throwing any tantrums and trying to manipulate God out of his command. And what do we see from God? It is a most gracious and merciful response of provision. That should encourage me to listen next time I think I know better than God.

The most interesting part of this whole thing for me has been in reflecting on what God has spoken to me regarding this area of my life in the past. Almost exactly four years ago I very clearly surrendered to God. In response he gave me this word to hold onto: "On the mountain of the Lord it will be provided." That sentence is straight from that same story of Abraham's surrender to God. The words are a reminder to me of God's gracious provision when he asks us to do something that doesn't seem to make sense or isn't exactly what we want. What it tells me is this--God's got my back if I would just cooperate with him! I hear him whispering, relax, just relax. This time I'm saying, ok!

Things God Whispers 1

"Do not be afraid!" The words were so unexpected that I knew that they had to be from God. I had asked him to give me a word for a particular area of my life and his answer jumped back at me. They were startling words because I didn't think I was afraid. But why am I surprised that God knows me better than I know myself?

Over the next several weeks those words became my gage for making decisions regarding what to say or do or what not to say or do. It's amazing how many times I found myself motivated by fear and had to change course so that I would not be acting out of that fear.

The more I dwelt on this phrase, the more my fear subsided. The more I allowed it to guide my thoughts, words, and behaviors, the more I saw my fear replaced by courage and confidence. And guess what? Usually my fears were quite unfounded. Things often turned out a lot better than I expected.

The phrase "Do not be afraid!" is repeated throughout the Scriptures. We see God encouraging Joshua with it as well as Joseph and Mary and others. It's interesting, but usually it's because something big, something significant is about to happen. God is up to something different and he wants his children to be prepared, to have something to come back to and remember when times get tough. I'm not really sure what big thing God might be up to in my life. It might just be healing me from a significant amount of fear, but whatever it is I want to listen and I don't want to be afraid!

Letters from Africa: B is for Bwana

The nervous laughter in the audience was replaced by an uncomfortable silence as I paused, gazing out at the crowd of community leaders in front of me. Then I asked, “Is it true?” It was the type of question you can only ask if you’ve lived in a place long enough for those you’re asking to trust you—to trust that you know what you’re talking about and to trust that your reason for asking it is not to condemn, but to challenge, to trust that you desire good and not evil toward them. It was evident that the Holy Spirit was working as all around the room people slowly released the breath that they had been holding and began to nod their heads in agreement that yes indeed it was true. Some began to give verbal confirmation, looking at their neighbors with understanding on their faces. Several raised their hands wanting to share an example of how they had seen Bwana mkubwa at work in their community.

Mr., master, lord—the word bwana in Kiswahili has many variant meanings, but when paired with the descriptor mkubwa which literally means “big,” it embodies the leadership paradigm present in many Kenyan communities. At his best a bwana mkubwa is a benevolent figure, caring for those who look up to him for protection and provision. At his worst a bwana mkubwa only looks out for his own at the expense of others. In many cases he uses his position of influence and authority to amass wealth and power for himself, lording it over others, extorting bribes and favors, expecting to be catered to and served.

This worst side stands in direct contrast to what the Bible teaches about leadership. In Mark 10:42-45 Jesus says,

You know that those who are regarded as rulers of the Gentiles lord it over them, and their high officials exercise authority over them. Not so with you. Instead, whoever wants to become great among you must be your servant, and whoever wants to be first must be slave of all. For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many (NIV).

Prior to Jesus' words, James and John had come to him in private, asking for special places of authority in his kingdom. It was a scene that I had seen played out in front of me in Kenya and so I painted it for my listeners. A high ranking official would come to town and a large contingency of people would follow him around, trying to get close to ask for personal favors. This type of thing happens in many parts of the world, but in Kenya it happened in plain view with people literally hanging onto the coat-strings of important persons as they walked around at public events. It was as I started to pantomime this last picture of people holding onto a bwana mkubwa's coat that the crowd began their nervous laughter and settled into an uncomfortable silence, which prompted my question.

Some people might say that I did the wrong thing on that day when I openly talked about the idea of bwana mkubwa in a public setting in Kenya. They might say that we shouldn't judge other cultures, that their ways are simply different from our ways. Though reserving judgment is definitely important when living and working in other cultures, I believe that the Bible offers us a lens through which to look at all cultures, including my own. We do a disservice to others and to ourselves if we shy away from holding a mirror in front of them and in turn discount the one that they hold in front of us.

In the end, the response of my Kenyan friends speaks for itself. Rather than taking offense at my indirect critique of their presiding culture, they seemed relieved to have it out in the open. They could clearly see the parallel between what happened in their community and the story in the Bible. In a land ridden with corruption and tribalism, they seemed excited about making changes and doing things in a different way. One woman told me that she had been thinking about what she could give her young son for a graduation gift. After our time together, she said that she would give him a towel, a symbol of servant-leadership, which she hoped he would walk in all the days of his life. Bwana asifiwe! (Praise the Lord!)

Chapter 1: The Beginnings

Once upon a time in a vast and beautiful Kingdom not so far away, a baby was born. Now for some this may not appear to be a very extraordinary thing—babies are born all the time, everywhere. However, this baby, this girl-child, was very special—she was loved by the King of Kings. (In fact all babies are very special and are loved by this same King, but this is not a story of all babies, it is the story of one baby in particular.)

     

It happened that this girl-child entered the world amidst highly unusual and dramatic circumstances. (For what hero enters a story in any other way?) Yet the true reasons for deviating from the general birthing customs of the land when it came to this girl-child even now are known only to the King. It was according to His will that Victorious, for that was the baby’s name, make her entrance in such a grand and rapid fashion that there was no time to summon the mid-wifery.

In fact, Tori, for that is a shortened version of her name much more appropriate for a small child of her age, gave her parents little warning that she was coming. Within minutes of the first labor pains it was apparent that her birth was imminent, but the family was traveling on the open road in another part of the Kingdom! Tori’s parents made a decision, inspired by the King, to veer off their chosen path and make for Sir Vincelot’s estate and not a moment too soon.

Before long on that early, frigid, winter morning the baby’s first cries were heard. She was ushered in by her dear father and his friend, Sir Vincelot, and the rest is history in the family-lore of the Knights.

But it is that very history of which we are concerned now. In looking back it is hard to determine at what time an impish and troublesome creature began to hover about Tori. Her name was Impatience and though we cannot pinpoint an exact time when she began visiting Tori, the circumstances of Tori’s rapid birth lead one to conclude that Impatience, even in a very shadowy and faint form, was present from the beginning.

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But let me back up. This story really begins much earlier with another story that took place before Tori was even born. And I should warn you—this tale is full of lots of light, but of course there is the lurking darkness that is always present in every fairy-tale.

     

The story begins on a barren beach, where Tori’s father, Lame Knight, would sit each day, feeling hopeless about his disability and the family profession. A lame knight was simply useless to everyone or so he thought. He spent his days starring off at sea in despair.  He thought perhaps someone, anyone, would find him and give him some hope.

And as it happened his hope did come from over the sea. A group of mariners came upon him one day. Later it was told that the King had sent them for he had heard of the hopeless lame knight who would sit on the beach day after day longing for someone to find him and help him. And so the King had spoken to his chief navigator giving him orders to go and search for young Lame Knight and bring him into the Kingdom.

When the chief navigator and the other mariners had shared this good news with Lame Knight he felt hope rising in his chest and strength entering his legs. He agreed to go with the chief navigator and meet the King, who had spent so much to seek him out and find him. And this happened not a moment too soon. (Is it any wonder that it was at just the right time? This is always the case in every story involving the King.)

Only a day after the chief navigator’s visit it was heard that messengers from the Moon Prince had also come to the beach in search of Lame Knight. Their dark lord had schemed to bring Lame Knight into his kingdom by sending messengers masquerading as children of the light. But according to the will of the King, Lame Knight had already moved on.

Hopeful Knight, for that is the new name given to him by the King, stayed by the chief navigator’s side for a few years, traveling by sea to nearby lands, though never too far from home. They waged war together in the King’s name, Hopeful Knight taking up his armor and sword and the chief navigator charting the way. Hopeful Knight tried to learn everything he could about the King from the chief navigator since he had worked with the King for so long. And during that time Hopeful Knight’s legs were strengthened even more and his demeanor so changed that those who heard his story were amazed that he had ever been known as the Lame Knight without hope in the world. People remarked that Hopeful Knight was beginning to resemble the one who had saved him from despair—he was beginning to look like the King.

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But there is yet another story within this story. I should point out, that Hopeful Knight did not journey solely with the chief navigator. No, the King had arranged for a fair, foreign maiden to be his helper. Now this maiden was a mysterious and rare beauty, yet the fact that she was a foreigner in a land not her own gave her reason for dismay. Things were not quite right, she did not have the same privileges as citizens of the land, but she knew she could do nothing to remedy the situation.

However, just a few months before Hopeful Knight’s encounter with the mariners, she also met messengers of the King. They were crusaders, sent out not with the sword, but with a message of peace. They invited the fair, foreign maiden to become a full citizen of the Kingdom, with all the rights it afforded. It was an offer she could not refuse and so she readily agreed to accept the King’s gracious invitation.

Lame Knight, for he was still lame at the time, had heard of her encounter, but soon the crusaders were on their way again and so he had not been able to see if they could help him as well. But he noticed a change in the fair, foreign maiden, she radiated peace and the beauty that had been hers became altogether irresistible.

Beautiful Citizen, for that was her new name, began to enjoy participating fully in the Kingdom as a true citizen, but she longed to learn more about the King and to know him better. So when Lame Knight, who had just become Hopeful Knight, shared his news with her and introduced her to the chief navigator, she asked to journey with them and they happily agreed.

Soon after, Hopeful Knight and Beautiful Citizen were married and those that knew them began to refer to them as the Great Knights. They settled in a land not too far away, spending their days about the Kings business, waging war with the King’s enemies and bringing light and peace to those who were far and near.

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To Be Continued

Preparing to Sail

All hands—Wake  up! Wake up!

Return from your slumber and rest,

And turn your thoughts to sailing west.

Let your nighttime dreams pass away,

As you prepare for the dawning

Of a brand new, fresh day.

All hands—Stand up! Stand up,

For the time to sail has come at last.

One climbs to the crows nest atop the mast.

Let your mind be at peace, watch, and pray,

As he searches the horizon

For any signs of today.

All hands—Raise up! Raise up

The sails, pure, spotless and white,

Raise them high and secure them tight.

Let the steady wind fill them without delay,

An unseen power to move the ship

At the sun’s first golden ray.

All hands—Look up! Look up

To your master and commander now,

Who stands strong and tall at the bow.

Let Him, your captain, chart the way,

As your vessel embarks again,

His great glory to display!

God-Walk Perspective

I think I could live just about anywhere as long as it is close to a raised bit of earth. It would have to be high enough so that I could climb and get above where my normal life takes place, but it wouldn't have to be too tall. There's something about being above it all that gives you perspective, partly because you're getting away, but partly because you're seeing a bigger picture.

Everywhere I have lived I go looking for such a spot. In northern Kenya I lived at the base of Mount Marsabit, a highland oasis in the desert lands. Amidst the shepherds and their flocks, I would hike up to various vantage points to sit, and look, and pray. When I first moved to Colorado, I lived close to several parks and open spaces--my options for getting above it all seemed endless there.

The first time I moved in Colorado I figured I had given up convenient access to wild heights. One day, a few weeks after my move, I was walking along a nice city path, but missing my normal haunts. I had walked the path up and down several times before, but it just didn't seem to have much to offer. On this particular occasion I spotted a path leading up to the left that I had not really noticed before. Thinking it would dead-end in a neighborhood since it was just a feeder trail, I grew more curious as the path kept leading up, further and further. And to my amazement and sheer delight this other path led to a large loop which offered panoramic views of the mountains and city. There was even a little wilderness-like area with rocks to sit on and soak in God's beautiful creation, listening to Him speak to me. I decided to call it my "God-Walk." It reminded me of His care and provision and walking it always seemed to give me His big-picture perspective.

Now with my latest move I was expecting something similar. So, on my first free day I went walking on a city path and after quite some time following it in the heat of the day I was disappointed. It didn't have what I was looking for. How could I live here? The houses were so close together. Where could I get away? I was feeling antsy.

But God had something even better in mind for me this time. About a week later my new roommate told me how to easily access some open space behind our development. Within five minutes from our house I was hiking up to the rock outcroppings peppering the area. Once again, I had my God-Walk and something settled in my heart--I knew I could live here. Wandering and sitting there just about every afternoon during that week I discovered again that God works in our hearts when we get away, when we go to a quiet place. He offers his wisdom, his perspective, his kindness, and grace.

Whenever I read Ephesians 3:6, I picture what it says, "And God raised us up with Christ and seated us in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus." God's big-picture perspective is really available to me at all times because I am already seated with him in the highest place. Could I have lived here if God had not provided a physically high vantage point? I think that the answer has to be, "yes", but in his graciousness God knew I needed another God-Walk at this season in my life. And God is gracious and kind. Verse 7 says he seated us in the heavenly realms, "in order that in the coming ages he might show the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus." What a good God He is!

Letters from Africa: P is for Polepole

Haraka haraka haina baraka. (Fast, fast brings no blessing.)

Polepole ndiyo mwendo. (Going slowly is the way.)

Travelers to East Africa soon hear these two important proverbs. But long before they master these sayings, they will likely encounter and wrestle with the deeply embedded cultural value that they represent—a slower pace of life, where long, quiet pauses are frequent, wedding guests willingly wait for hours for the bride and groom to arrive, and rush and hurry are out of place.

Contrast this to the Western lifestyle where we zip around at 65-75 miles per hour, running from activity to activity at a frenzied pace. We fill up the space in our lives with achievement, productivity, entertainment, and plenty of noise. We feel uncomfortable when there is even a short pause in conversation. “Time is money” so it’s best not to waste it by waiting around. We think that slow things are antiquated and that instant gratification is the only worthwhile kind.

So when a Westerner visits East Africa they react to polepole  in one of two ways. 1) They resist it, try to change it, insist on haraka haraka, complain about it, inevitable get angry and frustrated because of it or 2) they embrace it, learn from it, find joy, peace, and relationship within it, and begin to enjoy the journey. The fruit of each reaction is obvious. The first group leaves exhausted, drained, and without having gained or given anything while the second group breathes deeply and is transformed. Blessings flow to others as they learn to appreciate what this new approach to life has to offer and teach.

There is a spiritual parallel here that we don’t want to miss. In Isaiah 30:15 God addresses the nation of Israel. “In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength, but you would have none of it.” Repent, rest, be quiet, and trust—these are all words of turning and slowing, of waiting, of receiving from the Lord, receiving His salvation and strength in His timing and way. Sadly, like those reacting in the first way to the slow pace in East Africa, the nation of Israel insisted on resisting God’s way. Instead they trusted in the swiftness and strength of horses (v. 16-17). They tried to save themselves in their own timing and way. God said it would not work.

However, in verse 18 we see God’s heart as Isaiah says, “Yet the Lord longs to be gracious to you; he rises to show you compassion. For the Lord is a God of justice. Blessed are all who wait for him!” God has amazing promises of blessings for them if they are simply willing to wait. Outlined in verses 19-33 we see these blessings: weeping will cease, God will answer prayers, knowledge, wisdom, and understanding will not be hidden, divine direction will be available, God will be honored as false gods are abandoned, there will be a provision of physical and material needs, healing will occur, there will be rejoicing, God’s enemies will be defeated, and God’s name and voice will be known and heard. Ultimately God will be glorified. Wow! God’s graciousness is rich with blessing. Why would we want to do it any other way? But the truth is, just like the Israelites, often we want to “have none of it.”

Can we begin to grasp the simplicity and yet our struggle here? We have to slow down and wait. There is something that happens as we do this—we receive. Relationship and blessings abound. We hear Jesus’ whisper inviting us, “Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest” (Mark 6:31), but yet we don’t always come. He is saying, come, slow down, just be with me. Stop your doing, your running, your striving, and just be with me for awhile and I’ll work it all out. He is longing to be gracious to us and to bless us if we are willing to make space and time for Him. What an invitation! The question is which reaction is yours?  Are you sprinting haraka haraka on your own or learning to walk polepole with Him?

Letters from Africa: A is for Asante

It was a packed house at the local primary school. The guests of honor were ushered in amidst a colorful mass of humanity. The excited mammas had turned out in their brightest and best. Their children, as many as could fit in the corrugated, sheet metal building, wore their bright blue uniforms with pride. The guests, seated on a rough, wooden platform in the front, drank their warm sodas out of glass bottles and enjoyed a humble meal of rice and stew. The mammas' faces shone with joy as they danced and sang for the guests of honor. Person after person stood up and spoke and offered gift after gift to say asante (thank you).

Thank you--two simple words in English, one simple word in Kiswahili. Surprisingly, visitors to East Africa are often struck by how seemingly impolite Kiswahili-speakers can be. Tafadhali, the word for please is virtually unused and asante, though heard more often, is not sprinkled throughout human interactions the way it is in North America. Yet in comparison, so many times here we utter our thank yous without even thinking. We thank people who serve use, we send out our thank you notes, we follow the proper etiquette, but how many times do we genuinely have a thankful heart towards those to whom we direct our words? Instead we tend to approach life with a sense of entitlement. We want our preferences, our choices, our desires, our wants to be priority. We think we should get what we want whenever we want it.

Asante may not be the most frequently used word in East Africa, but it certainly is an attitude held by many there. I am humbled when I think about the men, women, and children whom I served in the central highlands of Kenya. So often it felt like we were doing so little for them. The need was so great and what we had to offer seemed so small. With humble thanks and reverence for God, most would welcome the material help we were able to provide and held us in very high esteem. My friends in that subsistence-farming community knew what is was to be in need, so they genuinely appreciated even the small things. Though the list of what we were able to accomplish in our programs did not seem very long, somehow it had helped to inspire hope. But that hope did not start with us, my friends had already planted the seed with their asante-approach to life and God caused it to grow (Isaiah 61:11).

The Bible tells us in 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 to "Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus." My friends were already taking God at his Word by the time I came along--they were being joyful, they were praying, they were giving thanks in all circumstances. By modeling such, they gave me much more than I ever gave them and for that I say with genuine gratitude, "asante sana! (thank you very much!)"

Living Simply...a Blessed Life

We know the sayings, "less is more" and "bigger isn't always better" yet how often do most of us really live that way? A few years ago God blessed me and my roommates with a huge house. We had prayed for each item in it, three bedrooms, three bathrooms, a finished basement, a bathtub. You name it, we had asked for it. We had asked for comfort for ourselves, but also a nice place to share with others. The house we found fit our requests down to the very details and more. The more was that I could walk to work, which most of the time really ended up meaning that I could sleep in a little later and drive to work in just a few minutes. The years in that house were truly blessed.

About a month ago I moved. Though the new house was very nice and I was grateful for the provision of a place to live, it seemed like a downgrade after being so "blessed" before. I would have to drive a lot further, my room would be smaller, and my total living space would shrink at least by half. I rationalized that I had been spoiled before and now I would simply be going back to normal life, but perhaps less blessed.

But God is reminding me of the simple things...like being able to finish the house cleaning in under 30 minutes, so there's more time for friends and fun. Driving 15 or 20 minutes to work each day, so there's more time to reflect and pray and oh yeah, wake up. Living simply is giving me less physical space, but it's amazing how life seems to have opened up more.

Afterall it wasn't really the house that was the blessing before anyway, it was the time spent building relationships in that place. It turns out people still like to visit and hang out in a smaller house and it could be that I am actually more at home with this simpler life, this blessed life, too!

"But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well." - Matthew 6:33

The Rock on Which I Stand

“What, this is it?!” This was my reaction as we reached the end of the trail. Some friends and I had been hiking on a trail none of us had ever been on before. It was a magnificent trail, right in the heart of a canyon complete with sheer walls of rock and pinnacles hundreds of feet above us. After a few miles of hiking eventually the trail began to lead out of the canyon. Our anticipation grew as we started ascending. Further up we could see views of the surrounding hills and mountains full of evergreens. What a grand place we must be heading to. I could picture it, a panoramic vista complete with rocks to climb and sit on as we took in God’s beautiful creation. We’d be able to rest and eat and then head back down again energized by the heights.

It is an understatement to say that I was a bit disappointed when we reached the top and found a dusty road, no place to sit, and virtually no view. Why would someone create a trail that seemingly led to nowhere important? So, instead of enjoying what I had been envisioning, after a quick look around, we headed back down. Somehow the beauty of the trail seemed lost. What was the point? Now of course I could go into the details of how the hike gave us the opportunity to exercise and fellowship, see someplace new, etc., but honestly those weren’t the main reasons I had trekked all the way. I had wanted to see and experience something better at the destination, so I felt jipped.

So often life treats us like that. God seems to open a door, we get a truly inspired idea, a relationship starts, we branch out in a new direction. At first it seems so right, we walk along and can’t believe the new things we’re seeing and doing, we’re enjoying the sights and what God is up to. As we progress the climb gets a little steeper, but we’re not discouraged, the trail must be leading somewhere, it must be worth the effort and work, not to mention that the views so far are great. And then it comes—this trail doesn’t really lead anywhere. There’s nothing at the top. We ask, what was the point? Why did that happen? It seemed so right. We so easily discount the beautiful journey because it didn’t turn out the way we wanted or expected, so we head back down quick, this time missing the sights because we’re hung up on the fact that God didn’t come through for us. What started out so great didn’t turn out the way we expected. He led us along a path that led nowhere. People will chime in and say, well maybe you didn’t go the right way, maybe you got off course there. Or others will try the more positive approach saying that the next climb is sure to have what you’re looking for, so don’t be afraid to try again. Just keep hoping. But they have missed the true point.

This is what I’ve found. You can be following God completely and a trail can have a dismal finale. But even though you don’t understand why a trail that God opened up would seem to lead nowhere, as you descend and release your disappointment to Him, His whisper begins to win you over again. Hints of beauty break in and pretty soon life is not looking so bleak. Though the sights are the same as what you saw before and the trail you hiked led nowhere, God is still in control and He still knows what will speak to your heart, what you need to see and do, even if you’re right back where you started. And the truth is you may be back where you started, but you’re not actually the same. Even though it seems like nothing changed, God did something in your heart on the journey. You now know that life sometimes feels like you’re wandering without a destination, but the fact is that you are headed somewhere, towards someone and the best way to get there is to keep walking and following His voice. Pretty soon you realize that He’s not only in front of you, but he’s also behind you, and above you, and on either side, He’s right there inside of you. He has not moved. Pretty soon you realize that He’s enough and all the sights you saw and all the sights you hoped to see, don’t compare to who you’re looking at now—the Rock on which you stand!

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus' blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus' name.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

His oath, His covenant, and blood
Support me in the whelming flood;
When every earthly prop gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh, may I then in Him be found,
Clothed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne!
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
(Words by Edward Mote)

Red Light, Green Light

As I sat in the dark watching the cars stop and start at the four-way traffic light, I couldn’t help but think of the parallels between what was happening in front of me and my spiritual journey. God has me at a red light right now. I wonder when the waiting will end, when it will be my turn to go forward, to turn, to at least move. Watching the cars stop and go I realized just how close everyone was away from a fatal crash. If one car went when it wasn’t its turn it wouldn’t have been good for that car or the one it hit. It wouldn’t have been good for anyone not to have waited.

But waiting on God is hard. It feels like it would just be easier if you knew how long the wait would be. At least with traffic lights you know your turn will come around sometime. That is unless the light is broken and in that case it really was supposed to be your turn, but the system just didn’t work right. I wonder if that is part of it. We do live in a broken, messed up world and even though our master engineer works beautiful things out of the junk the fact is that sometimes things just don’t work right.

One thing I heard recently was the idea that we shouldn’t always wait for green lights. God is more in the business of giving us red lights to protect us, but he wants us to move forward in faith, so maybe sometimes we’re sitting at an intersection and it doesn’t have any signals. Sometimes we’re just supposed to go. How do we know? Well if our eyes are open and we’re not color blind we’ll see the red lights.  We won’t be able to miss them. In other cases the rules for stopping and going at intersections are more discretionary.

A harder question though is how do we know if something is always going to be a red light and we need to go another way or if at some point it will turn green? How long do we wait before we move in another direction? Is the red light a barrier that won’t come down or just a light on a timer, like the one that I witnessed in action beautifully conducting traffic. Timing, God’s timing is mysterious.

Recently I moved from a house that was a very short distance from where I work to a house that has tripled my commute time. Though it is hardly a distance to complain about I have found myself waiting at more traffic lights than usual and it has reminded me of my impatience. For me, I think I usually give up on waiting before things have fully been birthed. I rush ahead thinking this must be it, only to have my hopes disappointed.  How long can I sit and wait and not do, just be? Can I wait or must I always rush ahead? I want to wait. I want to be ok in this place of not knowing what or when or where or how or even whom? I want to wait at this light for a little while longer even though it is hard.

"Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, 'The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait patiently for him.' The LORD is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him; it is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the LORD." - Lamentations 3:21-26