Saturday, November 10, 2012

Not A Proper Update

 I would like to send a proper update but it doesn't seem to be happening.  So here's a week in review:

1)  Last Saturday--Volcano Nat'l Park.   With students where caldera is 200 yards away.  The folks there are excited.  It is getting ready to blow another hole any day now.  Learned the city where I am living is THE most dangerous city in the world for volcanic eruption as the city is built on its hillside.  It erupts every 200 years.  The last eruption was 1801.  Do the math.   Then get 3/4 around the island with my students when the transmission goes out on car.  Stuck in small town at night with no mechanic within miles.  Japanese grandma feeds us yummy purple swee potatoes.  Then the tsunami siren sounds and we need to get outta there and the tow truck isn't arriving. We've waited 3 1/2 hours.  A friend makes the long, late night drive and we make the mad dash 2 hours back to town without car to try to beat the tsunami along the coastal road.  We arrived at the same minute the tusnami arrived.  Those sirens are scary.  Far worse than tornado sirens.   Tsunami is small. All is well.

2)  Sunday--Spent 4 hours on phone trying to secure a tow truck with a service that guarantees and says, "sorry we can't help you."  Meltdown.  God's grace.  Ask people on phone to forgive me.

3) Monday--Found out tow track was 1 mile away when we cancelled the call on Sunday.  Had to cancel it because we needed to get safety because the tsunami was to hit and I was responsible for students.  Didn't know it was only 1 mile away.   We are safe.  It's all good.

4)  Tuesday--Find out transmission is dead.  It had been replaced one year ago by former owner but it was a used transmission so there was no guarantee.  Bought the car two weeks ago.   Hello 2 legs.  Nice to meet you again.

5)  Wednesday--Hauled 4 tons of chairs, tents and tables and such up a hill in the middle of the Hawaiian wilderness for VIP's for them to envision a new film being developed by David Cunningham.  It's called Day of War.  It will be about David and his mightymen.  We were invited to come be extras and die in the battlefield.

6)  Thurs--Have opportunity to backstage manage for DC Talk and Audio Adrenaline singers.   See THE oldest copy of Psalm 3 and 5 in the world.  See a manuscript that was kept safe in a concentration camp in Germany.  See the first ever book.  See some other oldest copies of Scripture on the planet that were found in mummy masks as raw material.  Very cool.  God is so very faithful.

7)  Tonight--Meeting with Kony 2012 Invisible Children team as they again rally the troups with their new initiative to try to oust the LRA, the army in central Africa that has abducted 40,000 children as sex slaves and forced them as soldiers to kill their family.  Heard from one of the Ugandan's who lost her whole family of 9 to the war.  She lived because of the sacrifice of her sister.  Will the world move to act where it hasn't acted in the last 26 years?  Verdict still out.

So that was all during my "off hours."  During my "on" hours I'm spending about 10 hours a day with students and this course.  In the meantime I have the privelege of working with students from Ghana, China and the US on a major local event for the community.  It has been shocking the amount of spiritual battle in this but we are surfing the Lord's grace and favor.  Thank you for your prayers.  Your investment is not just in me but in the kingdom.  I can't say thank-you enough, but He sure can.



This scroll survived in a concentration camp.


Wednesday, October 3, 2012

The Way We Ask Matters

As I've been in this season of economic repentance and reformation, one thing I am learning is to not ask the Lord for money for what I want/need/desire, but to ask him for that very thing itself.

Examples:

"Lord, I'd like a water purifier as our water tastes funny." 
Answer:  My roommate found a water filter in a room where the people had left.

"Lord, I'd like to get a light by my bed so I can read."
Answer:  My roommate mentioned she had an extra light she wasn't using which I didn't know about.

"Lord, I'd like one of those double-walled cups so I don't have condensation run all over."
Answer:  After I prayed this, I mysteriously found one in the cupboard I hadn't seen before.


Granted, I don't believe the Lord is going to answer for my every want.  But He is a good God and at times He likes to spoil His children. 

Additionally, if I asked for money and felt like lack of money was the problem, I believe I would fall under the slavery of the spirit of mammon.  Money is not my provider.  Ever.  Only God is.  God may give me money to get what I desire, but it isn't my god.

If we ever say, "I don't have enough money to buy..." we're probably serving the god of mammon.  God is enough for all that we need.  In fact, it says

"He is able to make all grace abound to you so that in all things, at all times, having all that we need, you may abound in every good work" 2 Cor 10:6.

All that we ever need is in Him and anything less may just be idolatry.


Saturday, September 22, 2012

Debt is Always Spiritual

I thought I was doing good.  That this was the part of life I handled somewhat Ok.   But it very quickly has become the chapter of life that I didn't know I needed to write.

Like I said, I thought I was doing pretty well.  I had seen members of my family suffer at the hands of debt's death grip so I didn't want to travel that road.  If I had a credit card purchase, I paid it off.  By the extraordinary grace of God and from some incredibly righteous gifts,  I was able to get through undergraduate and graduate school with no loans.   I couldn't exactly say I was ahead, but I would tell you I wasn't in debt.  Or so I thought.  And then it came.  Those words that have set in motion a rapidly unfolding journey:

"Debt is always spiritual."

It was the word of the Lord.  It's not about what you have on paper somewhere; Debt is a spiritual transaction between two entities.

"The borrower is slave to the lender." (Prov 22:7)

My mistake came because I had somewhat of a cleared debt on paper.  The bank was happy.  The student loan people were happy.  The credit card people were....well... not happy.  They don't like it when folks borrow from them and pay back right away.

But if debt is spiritual, then it means whenever I've told someone, "Hey, I'll pay you back for that" and I've forgotten, I'm still in debt.  I still owe.  And I'm still a slave to the lender.   Whether they remember or not.

So I'm repenting.  And repenting some more.  Because God is helping me remember.

Truth is sometimes painful, but it is also liberty.



Friday, September 21, 2012

Postponed

The latest 40 challenge of no-complaining for 40 days has been post-poned.  I've been so occupied with the school development that it's not something I'm able to focus on.  I will start again later.  :)

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Day 1: The spirit

By 8:30 am I've had to switch the purple rubber band 3 times now.  What I've discovered is that while I do not always complain directly, there is a spirit of complaining behind my words and that qualifies for the switch.  For example, this morning episode:

"I have to get up earlier than all my roommates or I won't be able to get into the bathroom.   It is going to be worse when classes start because then we'll all get up at the same time.  Not only that but we may be getting 2 more roommates or moving all together.  I hope we don't move.  But it's all good because being packed out means growth is happening..."

I was stating facts.  It is true I need to get up very early and that it will be a challenge when classes start.  So much of our complaining is about "telling facts."  But behind these words were the spirit of complaining.  There goes the purple band.

Complaining is hard to define by words.  It is spirit primarily.

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Second half of day was even worse.  Abstaining details that would lead to all out slander, I worked under a volunteer today and when she was not near, needless to say I had to move the purple bracelet countless times.  

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

40 Days: The Hardest Yet

I've been putting this off for awhile.  Oh, I've had my excuses.  Moving.  Setting up a new place.  Trying to put together a training program.  Anything to ward off what I know to be the next 40 day challenge.  Ward off because I know the extent of the problem.

Imagine:  40 days of no complaining about anything or anyone

Sound easy?  Try it for yourself. 

It begins with a purple wrist band.  They sell them at some church in Kansas where it was originally promoted (check out the Today show host trying to do this challenge).  I'm not going to use one of theirs.  Ironically (cough, sputter) I found a purple rubber band in my dresser.   Seriously?  Come on, who makes purple rubber bands?

So every time I hear myself complaining about something or someone, the band gets switched from one wrist to the other.  How many days is the goal? Well the original church challenge was for 21 days.  It just took an average of 3-7 months for people to string that together.  To be that intentional that long would be...well...long.  Is that a complaint?

My goal is to see if in 40 days I can string together at least 7 consecutive days without a complaint.  God help me.  And if you're anywhere near me, I invite you to help as well (in case I complain and don't realize it).  Even better yet, see if you can make it through one day of no complaining.  Surely there's got to be a purple rubber band in your drawer too...

Monday, September 3, 2012

The Speaking Heart

Fish and chips.  It sounded good.  It was expensive.  I ordered it.  I was content.  For about 3 seconds.

Enter friend who states she ordered Chinese.  Earlier I had thought to myself all I wanted was some meat and vegetables but I couldn't find any.  Now I had a plate full of fish and chips...well actually fish and salad.  I did try to get something to satiate my conscience.  But now I didn't didn't want that fish and chips.  I wanted Chinese!

It got worse.  I went with my fish and salad over to see the Chinese place.  An order would have been $4 less!  I could've kept $4 more dollars in my "restaurant budget" (yes, I'm in economic repentance in which I now use a budget).  A whole $4! I could about buy another meal for that!  Ok, maybe not here.  But somewhere!

This was a problem.  The fish and salad which looked good mere seconds ago was now despised.  I did eat it, but not with much pleasure.  I would have preferred the Chinese.  I wanted that meat and vegetables.

And there it was.  Discontent in all its ugliness.  Had I never heard or seen that there was Chinese food nearby, I would have taken great pleasure in the fish.  I might have even enjoyed it.  But discontent leaves an unpleasant taste in the mouth.  And all I saw now was a lot of grease on my plate and grease on my fingers and fat on my thighs and it all gives me something to complain about.  This is going downhill fast.  Where are the brakes?!

So where does this discontent come from?  When I have something to compare it to.  Comparison is at the root of discontent.  We are happy with what we have... until we see something more appealing.  Have a great spouse that you find pleasure in?  Meet someone who is attractive, godly, wonderful, kind, appreciative, respectful.  All of a sudden that spouse that was so wonderful now seems...less.   Even if the "other" isn't pursued.  And there are more things for comparison.   What about that job?  That ministry?  The house?  The car?   It all is something we can enjoy until we see someone in similar circumstances who has something a little better.  Comparison.  It is the death of our joy.

The remedy?  The speaking heart of gratitude.  The heart.  The place where we really think.  And the mouth that speaks, the agent that is a necessary for the thoughts of the heart to become reality.  Take a family I know.

They didn't like each other.  The husband didn't like the wife.  The wife didn't like the husband.  The kids didn't like each other.  They weren't too fond of their parents either.   It was a messy mess and with angry explosions they were about to face total collapse and become another statistic.  Another failure story.  Another...you get the picture.

Enter a husband who said enough.  Each and every single night for months the family sat down to say 2 words of gratitude and appreciation to each other.  Silence abounded.  It almost couldn't be done.  Not because of rebelliousness, but because there were so very few sincere thoughts to say.  The heart had heavy shades.  But relentless pursuit of righteousness began a slow sunrise.  The heart began to think and it was good.  The mouth began to speak and it was better.  And the heart heard what the mouth said and more thoughts came which was the best yet.  But most importantly life returned.  Light returned.  And joy returned.  (If you need three "L's" just add "light-heartedness returned.").  It was glorious and triumphant victory.  Ongoing victory.  Victory that does not end.  As Jesus says,

"The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are good, your whole body will be full of light."

And there was light.

And it was the first day.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Confession is Good for the Soul


I have something to confess.  Last night I made a post asking to donate to a water project for my birthday.  I don't hesitate asking because I know how dire the need is.  And when I had my first person donate, it brought me to tears.  Still does.   But I have to confess something.  I gave way to fear. 

The reality is that I would like a goal of $5000 as that will fund the entire project.  But I gave way to fear and only put $1000.   I was too afraid no one would give and that the goal couldn't be met.  Furthermore I've struggled with this whole turning this particular number.  I don't know why.  Maybe it's because I'm so far from home, family and friends.  :(  I know it's not because I feel old or think this number is old.  I don't.  I really don't.  Although at times I had hoped/expected to be in a different place in life right now.  But at the same time I'm glad to be re-entering the waters of missions and am looking forward to what is ahead.  And my goodness, I'm in a tropical paradise!  So again, I don't know why it's bothering me but it is.  So the thought of going for $5000 is a risk to the heart.   And fear gave way.  So this morning I repented before the Lord and asked for permission for His grace.  I ask the same of you.

This week I heard the expression pertaining to Peter's walking on water that "I'd rather be a wet water walker than a dry boat talker."  That's exactly the way I feel.  So I'm going for it. If I don't get to the $5k, I'd rather say that I gave it a shot then played my heart safe.  But I need your help.  Will you email this link to 7 friends?  At this point I can't think of any other way.  Maybe through our connections we can together get this whole community in Africa clean water.   And I just love the thought that we get to see actual pictures of this project.  I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate 40 years of my life.

So here's the link:

http://mycharitywater.org/melissa-bs-40th

So there's my heart laid out raw before you.

Love to you guys

Birthday!

Hello friends!

I'm about to turn a year older this year (Sept 28th) and hopefully I'm a little wiser. I wanted to do something different this year as it is a special birthday and I'm a long ways away from friends and family.

This year, I'm giving up my birthday for charity: water. With 800 million people on this planet that still don't have access to clean drinking water and often die young, I'd like to change that for one community.  Every single penny goes to drill a well, and when the project is complete (typically within 18 months), they'll send us a digital completion report with GPS coordinates and photos of the community we helped. (Just FYI--Charity Water was started by a man who served 2 years on a YWAM Mercy Ship).

Instead of giving me presents this year, would you please donate whatever you are able for my birthday, and help me bring clean water to a whole town in need? The place that funds will go to will be in the Rulindo district of Rwanda.  Also, would you be so kind as to let others know I'm legit?  (I have gray hairs to prove it.  Yikes!)  I've got a goal of $1000 and I need help meeting that goal.

Please go to my campaign to donate: http://mycharitywater.org/melissa-bs-40th

Thank you for your support!

Melissa :)

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Timing is Everything

When I was first asked to come to this ministry to do this project for a few months, my first reply was no.  I felt like my time there was done.  But the woman asking me asked me to pray again.  I took some time and prayed and again came back with a no answer.  Several months passed.  I received an email again asking me to reconsider.  This time as I was reading the email my heart did a 180 degree turn as I was reading this email.  I knew this only could have been from God.  And from a persistant woman praying for help!

But before I could totally answer in the affirmative I told her I had to check with my church leadership.  I had them pray.  I prayed.  I received a yes answer.  They received a no.  Hm.  What to do?  So a few months later I had them pray again.  I prayed again.  The woman on the other end waited for a firm commitment.  I received a stronger yes from the Lord.  My leadership received a stronger no from the Lord.    A third time I asked them to pray.  A third time I prayed.  I received an even stronger yes from the Lord.  They received a definitive no.  What to do?  Do you obey what you feel like the Lord is telling you to do and go against your leaders?  Or do you obey your leaders but go against what God is telling you?  What would you do?

Then about a week later it came to me out of the blue.  I bet it's a timing issue.  I bet that we are both hearing from the Lord correctly.  I approached my leadership and asked them to pray if it was timing.  We both prayed.  We both got a yes.  We both even got the same semester I was to staff.  It was a valuable lesson in hearing from the Lord in community.

I bought my plane ticket for a couple of months ahead of time to prepare for the school. As I prepared I had no peace again.  I was miserable.  I would stay up at night worrying about everything.  This went on for months.  I felt miserable leaving my job.  I felt no peace about anything.  It was terrible.  And then I wondered if it was timing.  I felt this was maybe the issue.  So I called up the airline company and changed my ticket to a month later but still enough time to prepare for the school.  Immediately after the peace came rushing back.  It was a timing issue.  For some reason I was to be there a month later than planned, no sooner.

Upon arrival I've wondered why.  Why this month and not last?  And this month and not next?  Perhaps this month verses the previous month is a little more clear.  Due to some work circumstances staying one more month financially allowed me to pay the remaining balance on my student loans, something I had prayed about before returning to full-time ministry.  But why not a month later?

Last night I think I got my answer.  I was at a financial seminar that was taught by a man of Issachar, one who "understands the times."  It was so very Scriptural, so very practical, and so potentially life-changing.  Had I come any later I might have missed it.  Had I come too near this I might have been so jet-lagged that I would've opted out.  And yet there I was receiving revelation from Scripture that is so Biblical yet I had never heard before.  Something that could alter my future and the future of my family.

And I have to fall to my knees and thank God.  Thankful that He is the Shepherd that is guiding us for our good.  He is the Shepherd that works with our human leaders for our good.   He is good.  And after the last few days, I am so very, very thankful.  Truly, HIS timing is everything.


Monday, August 20, 2012

On the Ship

When Jackie Pullinger felt the Lord call her, she didn't exactly know where to go or what to do.  She applied to several mission boards but they turned her down.  She was single, wasn't trained enough, etc.. etc...  Yet she still felt a strong calling to go.  But her largest problem was that she didn't know where to serve.

One day she consulted with a pastor.  When she confessed that the Lord laid it strong in her heart to step into missions but he hadn't given her the location, he advised her if God was telling her to go, she had better obey the Lord.  He instructed her to buy a ticket on a cargo ship that went the furthest distance away.  Every time that ship pulled into port, she should ask God is this is where she was to get off the ship.

Obedient to God's call, Jackie bought a ticket to China, the farthest place from England that the ships currently went.  Waving to her family was heartbreaking but she knew she was to obey the Lord's call.  With each stop at each port she would pray, but the Lord did not lead her to disembark.  Finally on the last stop in Hong Kong, the Lord said this was the place.  With very little money and through numerous miracles, Jackie Pullinger was able to enter the country and eventually start a ministry to drug addicts in the Walled City.  She continues her ministry to this day.  (Jacki Pullinger--Chasing the Dragon). 

Right now I feel a little bit of what Jackie Pullinger must have felt like on the ship.  I am currently in a beautiful place for ministry but I feel this is a bridge to something else, not the stopping off point.  I am just not sure what the stopping off point is yet.  For now I am on the ship and asking God about where to disembark.  In the meantime I have commitments here until the end of the year.  To not know what is after December is uncomfortable, but it does press me harder into the heart of God.  And in reality, that's a pretty good thing.

The view from "the Ship"



Friday, July 27, 2012

Found

A couple of people today wished me well today as I'm returning to missions and told me that they hoped I found what I was looking for.  For some reason it didn't resonate, but then the truth break in with great light and joy.  I'm not going because I'm looking for something.  I go because I already found what I was looking for.  Him.   Such joy!

Soft Heart

I was talking to a police officer tonight and he had that syndrome that so many officers get--hardness of heart.  I thought it about.  Truly, the only way we can keep from hardening our hearts when we see so so much evil is trust the justice of God.  The cross was proof that He never compromised justice to become justifier.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

40 Days: In the Morning (Confessions of a Night Owl)

There are many verses that talk about rising early to pray, but the one I have always held onto is Psalm 119:62--"At midnight I rise to give you thanks..."

I've historically not been a morning person.  I pray throughout the day and usually at night, although I tend to cut my time short at night because of sleepiness.  So what would it be if for 40 days I rose in the morning to spend an hour "praying in the spirit on all occasions?"  Would morning make a difference?

The forty days are done and I have to say the first 20 days were some of the best.  It really did set the tone for the day.  My spirit felt full as if I'd had a big meal.  The second 20 days I began to falter.  I am moving a couple thousand miles away in a couple of weeks and my tiredness has increased.  My hour prayer time was reduced to being spread out throughout the day as I was just plain tired!  It didn't feel the same.  I still had my prayer time in, but something changed.

I still think we can be morning pray-er people or night ones.  David Wilkerson of Cross and the Switchblade prayed at night and out of it came his entire ministry.  But I think there is something special to the morning.  I just don't know how to overcome the extreme tiredness I feel.  Going to bed early isn't always easy because it doesn't mean you fall asleep right away.  But I want to continue working on this one because as much as I hate to admit it, I think the morning birds may be on to something. 

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(The next 40 day experiment I think will be my hardest one yet.  Stay tuned.)


Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Do I trust God with who He made me to be?

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

40 Days: The Morning

New International Version
For physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come. (1 Tim 4:8)
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The above verse says it all.  Forty Days is about training for godliness.  I have taken on another 40 day challenge as of June 1st but it's not something that is blog worthy.  I will write more later on and even maybe at the end of the 40 days, but for now I will wait.

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Newcomers


It was one of those situations that we realized too late.  Communion was being served and we hadn’t adequately prepped our unchurched,  international guests.   The communion plate came around and our guests stared at the two circles of unleavened bread.  Bewildered but trying to honor us the best they could, they picked up the circles and took a big bite like you would out of  a sandwich.  My mother and I and those in the pew behind us looked on in shock realizing the situation.  Our guests, aware that something was wrong but not sure what looked around uncomfortable and embarrassed.     We motioned them to pass the plate with it’s half eaten communion to the next person.  Thankfully the communion cups were  a little bit more intuitive.  Our guests though were humiliated, we were mortified and the other church folk were trying hard not to notice. 
            Not knowing the protocol when going to a new church is not unique to an international or unchurched guest.  I decided to go on a journey of my own to see what it was like to go to a new congregation.  I had the advantage of being a fellow believer in Christ as well as one who has travelled to scores of churches around the world.  The difference was that I was going not knowing anybody who would introduce me or show me around.    What I discovered was that in more cases than not, I felt completely like our friends—lost, uncomfortable and not sure how church “worked.”
            The first church I attended was a church I had seen alongside the road.  Just the mere attempt to attend was a challenge.  As I drove by I caught the name of the church and thought it would be no problem to use the internet to discover their service times or at least phone number.  What I didn’t expect was that there was no website and no phone number.  I abandon phone books long ago.   So I got in my door and drove back to the church where at least they had their services times on the marquee. 
            Sunday came and I walked in the door and immediately didn’t know where to go.  I was in a foyer with hallways that led left and right.  After a brief few moments someone came along and pointed in the right direction.  So I sat down in a pew and waited for the service.  I was clearly a newcomer in this small congregation but I felt almost like a burden, like the others in the church didn’t know quite what to do with me.  Do they come greet me?  Do they stay away?  Am I a Christian?  Am I an unbeliever?  To their credit one woman turned around and said hello, had 5 seconds of conversation and then turned to talk to others.   No real conversation, just the obligatory politeness.  The preaching was great and the genuine love for the Lord was palpable among but I left the church not really having made much human contact. 
            Then came the church that was “prepared.”  They had their little baggie ready for the newcomer.  It had a small New Testament, a calendar, their church schedule and a pen.  I walked into the building and sat down.  As the song service began from behind my back an arm reached above me and thrust the baggie into my lap.  I was actually quite startled and turned around to see who the arm belonged to but the woman was already leaving.   The only other thing I remember about that service was that the aging pastor was clearly a battle-hardened yet ready soldier who would preach the love of Jesus until his dying breath.  But I couldn’t come to grips as I left that church only having encountered an arm that if I were unchurched, I probably would not return.
            After having several more uncomfortable experiences, church #6 finally felt like there was potential.  Oh it had a few mishaps.  When I pulled in the only thing obvious was the “Pastor Only” parking.  It took several minutes for me to realize that the parking for the rest of us was out back behind the building.  But these things are forgivable when overshadowed by a warm welcome by the greeter.   I enjoyed the worship and the message was pretty good.  On the way out the pastor greeted me but only had 3-4 seconds before the next person leaving wanted to talk.     But then I remembered they had invited the congregation to pizza afterwards at a local restaurant.  It felt awkward but I decided to join them.  When I entered the restaurant it was obvious where the church folk were so I sat down.  The woman beside me asked me a few questions and I told her I had served all over the world laboring for the gospel.  That’s nice.   Now on to the people she knew.  I tried several more times to initiate conversation and they were polite.   But they were more interested in the friends they hadn’t seen in the last week.  I just couldn’t break into the circle of conversation.  They clearly enjoyed each other but I was on the outside.  I was glad I went, but I was even more glad when I left. 
            I could go on about the church that had such indecipherable communion time where I had no idea how it was done with their kneeling at the altar, opening their mouth to the pastor and bowing here and there.  Or about the time I sat in a pew only to have an elder tell the congregation during the offering meditation how he was having a bad day, partly because someone (who I discovered was me) was sitting in his regular spot.   Or how during one church greeting time with people to my left, right, front and back not a single person said hello or shook my hand.  
But the long and short of it is that attending these various churches made me realize something that is very important to the heart of Jesus and that is the importance of hospitality.   When I show hospitality in my home I naturally try to make my guests feel comfortable.  I tell them where they can put their coat and where the bathroom is located.  When it is mealtime I give instructions if I’m having it family style or buffet style.   If we are grilling outside I show them the way to the back and tell them where they can leave their potato salad.  I want to put my guests at ease so we can enjoy each other.  This kind of hospitality is no less important in the church.  
Here are some ways learned that perhaps can help us facilitate a warm welcome:
 
1)   Assign someone to newcomer hospitality.  Many large churches have an organized tea and cookie time after services where newcomers can talk to an assigned person to obtain more information.  This is especially needed in the larger churches where newcomers can come and go unnoticed.    But the bulk of churches in America averages approximately two hundred.   Newcomers usually come in the single digits.  It’s very important for these congregations to have someone the greeter can transfer them to in order to show them around, point out the bathrooms, sit near them and let them know how things flow.  Communion and offering are especially important to give them guidance and expectations (i.e. participation is however you feel led of the lord).  Each church celebrates these so differently and as the “holy time,” it can quickly become the most uncomfortable time for visitors.
2)   Express genuine interest.  That means time and relationship and the place where Jesus teaches that happens most often is around the table.  Perhaps the church could offer to the congregation that if anyone takes a first-time guest out for a meal, the church would pay for the meal of these guests. 
3)   Have contact information available.  Surprisingly one of my biggest challenges merely finding out service times.   Churches that didn’t have websites often had answering machines that said hello and please leave a message but had no service times.  Even with some of the larger churches I had to physically go there to find out their service times.  At the very minimum there needs to be a sign in front of the building, an answering machine with service times with a contact phone number, and preferable a website. 
4)   Encourage your people to go.  One church I know of sent out some of their people and encouraged them to go to other churches to discover how they welcomed or didn’t welcome newcomers.   This wasn’t about church bashing but about discovery.  One couple came back and reported,  “it was one of the most terrible experiences we have ever had.”  We want to honor these churches who are in the same growth process as ourselves, but I can assure you that this couple now bends over backwards to make sure new guests at their congregation feel welcome.  Additionally, good experiences cause us to learn from each other.   We are all learning together.

Nothing can ever replace the power of friends showing people they’ve invited around and how our time together flows.   But if someone has just moved to our city and doesn’t know anybody yet, having thought out hospitality beforehand and communicating that to the congregation can be the difference between them finding a church home or not.   And one day we may just find ourselves in that same boat. 

Saturday, May 26, 2012

40 Day Summation: Healing the Sick

 1 Corinthians 9:25
"Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever."

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To say that this 40 days of praying for the sick/healing the sick did not look like what I expected is a bit of an understatement.  I truly thought finding sick people would be easier.  In the home stretch I think in some ways I stopped trying to find people and just started praying for sick I knew about.

Overall this has been a good training experience.  I was able to pray directly with 22 people and then for 18 other cities, nations, families, facebook requests and even for a cat.  Yes, a cat.  Gotta practice somewhere.

I do believe I've changed from this experience.  I am more keyed in on prayer requests now and don't take them as lightly.  If people are asking for prayer, let's pray for them right then and there.  I've also been challenged by what I believe about healing and my own heart's inhibitions.   I realized when I didn't see healing or find people to pray for  I slipped into casual, wishful thinking mode instead of contending intercession.  This issue needs addressing.  Lastly I feel like my eyes are more trained on seeing people's needs.  It's been good.  Really good. 

So the 40 days of "training for godliness" continues.  I have a whole host of 40 day challenges that I want to do and it seems like the Lord is leading me down a path of when to do these.  I do have another 40 day challenge I feel like I'm to do but I'm going to wait to start June 1st.  A little bit of a break isn't bad.  :)


Friday, May 25, 2012

Day 40: Lost

A lost wallet.  That's what they said that ruined their vacation.  It was 3 adults, 4 teens and a toddler.  They were at the Wal-mart tonight panhandling trying to get enough gas money to get back to Ohio.  From the looks of it they were getting enough although the man thought he had far less.  I don't know.  It's not my business to know.  It's my business to love.  And love meant talking to them and not just giving them a drive-by offering out the window.  Love also meant giving--a Wal-mart gift card that they could use for gas, food, or whatever but not an illegal substance.  As I was leaving I remembered this was Day 40 so I took a moment to pray for them.  They really didn't need healing that I could see.  Just money on a sweaty hot day.  It might not have been a glorious end with a story of healing, but maybe it was a better ending for a family trying to get to the place called home.