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Gracefully Frank

“Peace be to the brothers, and love with faith, from God the Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. Grace be with all who love our Lord Jesus Christ with love incorruptible.” Ephesians 6:13 

I remember walking into my office one day, several years ago, and finding a copy of “The Economist” magazine on my desk. My boss had put it there hoping it would take root. God had given him a mind for business to go with his heart for Christ. He studied the economies of people groups. He said if you understand their economy you understand the people. I think there is probably a lot of truth to that, but that is not specifically the mind God gave me to go with my heart for Christ. I think I read one article though, just to pour a little water on that seed he tried to plant to see if maybe it would grow. It didn’t really. 

Around that time, I had an upcoming month-long trip that was to include two opposite climates, three different continents, four different languages, many different people of varying socio-economic backgrounds, and one me: a girl with white skin from Oklahoma Southern Baptist land who was still giving it all she had to just walk onto the airplane. That was back when I traveled alone for many of our missions, and although my conviction outweighed my lack of courage I was still dragging one foot as I was trying to lift off. Time and emotion literally would not allow me to read enough magazines and books on the histories and economies of cultures so vastly different from my own to adequately understand them. And yet, by God’s grace, I would be standing in front of them in just a few weeks trying to teach and share with them what He was equipping and leading me to teach and share. Who is the smartest person you know? Even if I had been them, I’m not sure I could have become a cultural expert in time to make everything I said culturally relevant to them. 

As I entertained thoughts of insecurity, inadequacy, and inability He reminded me of His calling to “feed His sheep” because I loved him. He hadn’t called me to become culturally relevant, He had called me to become Christ-centered in my life, through the ministry of counseling, and wherever He leads. Christ is the one who is culturally relevant. As I center on Him, read about Him, apply Him – the message He wants me to share will be applied culturally by the Holy Spirit who is the one who is the cultural expert. I don’t share or teach as a white Baptist female from Oklahoma, I share and teach as a follower of Jesus Christ. 


“And I, when I came to you, brothers, did not come proclaiming to you the testimony of God with lofty speech or wisdom. For I decided to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ and him crucified. And I was with you in weakness and in fear and much trembling, and my speech and my message were not in plausible words of wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power, so that your faith might not rest in the wisdom of men but in the power of God.” 1 Corinthians 2:1-5 

The only kink in that plan is: I can’t make that decision, as Paul did, for the people He calls me to. 

I know for certain there have been times and places where people could not hear what I had to share because they immediately disqualified me from having anything applicable to them based on my own demographics or lack of cultural experience. She is a woman. She is white. She is American. She is not from here. She is not married. She is not a mother. She does not have a Ph.D. By some, I get sized up by either what I am or what I am not and they determine in advance to either listen or tune out. I know for certain this has happened because some people have been bold enough to speak their disqualifications out loud to a room full of people after I called on them for raising their hand. After I shared something that maybe didn’t sit well with them personally they would say: … “yes, but here…” or “this is just how it is here in our culture…” They would give themselves an out from conviction based on their assumption that what I was teaching was not culturally relevant to them, instead of accepting possible conviction from being taught what was Christ-culturally relevant. 

At first, though, those comments were intimidating to me because they fed right into the same insecurities I was saying to the Lord. “Why me?” “Shouldn’t someone else be doing this?”  But, the more those questions came up, the more I had to face them. I had a choice: either let those “you don’t know our culture” comments drive me home or let His Spirit and sharing His hope drive me forward. Once I was committed, He grew my courage and put words on my tongue because He is faithful. They were busy looking at me instead of listening for Him. I could have recognized that potential distraction and chosen to stay home, or I could keep saying yes to the One who kept sending me. One option had me bowing to a culture; the other had me bowing to the Lord. I decided to embrace the conflict instead of being offended by it, and use it as an opportunity to redirect.

I’ve come to expect this type of push-back in almost every country, and I’ve come to hope it comes sooner than later so we can get past it. “You are right. I don’t know your culture. I’m not here as an expert on your culture. You are the experts who must listen for the Holy Spirit to know how to apply. I am here because you have said your families and homes are hurting and you want to help them. I’m here because that is my calling, too. God has called me to help you know better how to apply His Word to your everyday lives. Once you know what His Word says, you have the opportunity to realize if you have been handling your circumstances, no matter how trivial or traumatic, in accordance to Him or in contradiction to Him. Then you have a choice to keep doing things as you have always done them or begin following Christ in whatever area of conviction you find yourself facing. That goes for me, too.” 

Once the cat is out of the bag, and we are all on the same page that I am not there to tell them their business, but to help them consider His business, then we have the opportunity to discuss where we may be elevating or enslaving ourselves to our cultures and histories rather than elevating or serving Christ. I say we because my culture is smack dab in the middle of needing to ask ourselves this as well. The ministry of counseling is a lot about our well-being, and our well-being is a lot about our expectations and the “outs” we give ourselves out of sympathy or entitlement as we fight surrendering our human and uncertain will to the good and loving will of the Father in our hearts, our homes, and our cultures. I’m thankful for every opportunity to clear the air and say out loud what is sometimes difficult to say so that we can get to the meat of what He is doing in bringing us together. The friends I have served with over these years have had the opportunity to see Him do some amazing things in hearts and lives.   Obviously not because of who I am or what I know about them, but because of who He is and what He knows about us. 

What if the Corinthians, the Galatians, the Ephesians, the Philippians, or the Colossians had disqualified Paul because he wasn’t from their neighborhood, didn’t look like them, didn’t speak like them. What if the elders in those cities had encouraged ethnocentrism and discouraged listening to Paul? Who are we discrediting because they are not from our neighborhood? What pastor or teaching do we consider different than us, so we can’t hear what they say? Are you feeding into this in your neck of the Church? Or are you feeding into what Scripture says: that under Christ we are brothers and sisters. Our relevance is about His blood, not the skin or location He put us in. 

God created diversity and we are created in His image. We should live out His ordination of the culture we are born into. Celebrate our cultures, be aware of and embrace our differences, share our perspectives our music our meals our sorrows and our joys because through Christ we are united. We don’t have to all start walking and talking the same, but our walk and our talk should look more like Christ whatever language we speak or shoes we wear. 

Honor and celebrate the cultures God created us in, but don’t bow to them. We are not meant to be lorded by our culture. We are to glorify God in our culture and be lorded by Christ.  I don’t think God would have created them if He didn’t take delight in the many different cultures He’s made. I think He maybe drinks Turkish coffee in the morning, enjoys a meal stewed in rich curry, and occasionally hosts a fish fry that I am sure my Grandpa Corky contributes to. If he has a hat rack I bet a dhaka, a yarmulke, and a cowboy hat all hang from it. Do you think he calls it soccer or futbol? I imagine the harmony of an African choir gives him goosebumps and prayers whispered in underground churches in Asia sets him on His feet. The saints, who have sat in pews around this nation and prayed for their grandchildren, whatever the name on the door of the church, have His attention. He wouldn’t enter into dreams of those in lands of sand who have a pure heart to know God if he had one millisecond of concern about culture.  He died for those He loves, but many times instead of operating out of that love we busy ourselves with rather or not someone understands where we are coming from, instead of listening to what God may teach us about where we could be going. The Gospel doesn't come from our own perspective -- it comes from His. 

God has given me the opportunity to face this perspective in many places and I’m sharing it out loud as a couple of recent conversations have prompted me to put this into words. If we focus on teaching “to” a people instead of teaching “on behalf” of the Savior we are coming from the wrong perspective. If we demand to be taught from our own perspective instead of from Christ’s perspective we may be disqualifying the called and perpetuating the division we claim is the problem in the Church. Is your culture the “most” thing about you? Or, is Jesus? Your answer to that will either bring us closer together or separate us further. 

Is my love for Christ incorruptible and unifying, or cultural and dividing? What is yours?

Writing today had me thinking of that particular trip that was coming up after "The Economist" was intentionally laid on my desk and I had to really think about from where my strength, wisdom, and perspective needed to come. Here are some of my favorite pictures from those three continents. Vastly different people and places - one consistent unifying hope. 















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Last night at a class I’ve been attending at church, we were reminded to surround ourselves with the right people for our journey.  Those who help develop, encourage and grow us.  Which went right along with some other things I’ve been studying and thinking about.  The opposite of those who develop, encourage and grow us are those who don’t.  Those who discourage our convictions, enable our destructive appetites and weaken our character and dignity and possibly our dependence on God. Let’s call them Bathsheba Fetchers.  The word “fetcher” is not in the King’s English I’m sure, but it paints the right picture.

2 Samuel 11

vs. 3  “And David sent and inquired about the woman.  And one said, “is not this Bathsheba, the daughter of Eliam, the wife of Uriah the Hittite?” (Bathsheba Fetcher #1)

vs. 4  “So David sent messengers and took her…” (Multiple Bathsheba Fetchers)

Bathsheba Fetcher #1 – He answered David’s question honestly.  But Scripture doesn’t tell us if he spoke truth with a capital T.  At the end of this ordeal Bathsheba Fetcher #1 could say – “I told David that was Uriah’s wife,” and he could feel pretty good about himself.  Safe.  He answered what he was asked.  Conscience absolved.  But, he didn’t speak the full truth to David that we know of.  Which could have sounded something like this:  “King David, that is the wife of Uriah, one of your most loyal and valuable leaders. Don't go there. Come in from the roof and pull the curtain.  Flee.  This is not ok.  Brothers before others, David.  Quit talking crazy.  We need to get you out of this castle for a minute and go get some coffee and talk about this temptation you are experiencing.  Let's get it out of your gut so it can quit driving your thoughts. Remember who you are and Who’s you are. I beg you David…don’t do this.” But, we don’t read about this happening.

Bathsheba Fetcher #1 was a first line of defense that missed the tackle.  We are not sure why.  Was he afraid for his job?  Was his identity so wrapped up in his position in David’s court that he dared not question the king?  Did he have ambition to climb the king’s ladder? Did he just misunderstand his responsibility?  Did he think at all cost he was to serve David, God’s chosen, instead of at all cost he was to serve God?  We don’t know his motivation, but we do know the consequence.

Are you on defense for the Lord’s chosen around you?  Are you safely honest, but not boldly truthful?

The next line of defense are those Bathsheba Fetchers who don’t just let you slide by when you are walking out the door headed toward destruction...  They are the ones who open the door for you and run to help bring destruction to you.  They are not your friends.  When the enemy sees the first cracks in the defense opened by the ear tickling whispers/and half hearted self-saving honesty of friends who are not your friend, this second line of Bathsheba Fetchers help break the the field wide open.
We’ll fetch Bathsheba for you David. 
We’ll stroke your pride and ego, instead of encouraging you in humility.
We’ll remind you of who you are, instead of reminding you of who God is.
We’ll help take what you want, instead of protect you from losing God’s kingdom entrusted to you.

If your friend asks you to fetch Bathsheba:
- someone else’s spouse
- glory that isn’t theirs
- feed their destructive appetite

Don’t do it.

Be like Nathan who was honest and spoke truth to help draw David to repentance and restoration.  Nathan didn’t go to David on his own.  God, out of His lovingkindness called Nathan to David.  God didn’t hate David for his fall, God did everything possible to lift him up out of it.  “And The Lord sent Nathan to David…” (Read 2 Samuel 12) When the world weakens our defenses, The Lord is our defense.  And, when the world weakens defenses, God is looking for Nathans.

If you are asking your friends to fetch Bathsheba to:
- condone your destructive appetites
- feed your ego
- hide your sin
- justify your actions

Stop it.

If The Lord has sent you a Nathan. Listen to him.  Confess. Repent.  Be washed and through with that mess.

Or, don’t.

Long before David fetched Bathsheba, Saul sent people out to fetch David to kill him. Saul had fetchers of his own.  Saul was blinded by ego and greed and paranoia.  He surrounded himself by people that fed these things, except for his son.  Jonathan spoke honestly and truthfully with Saul. (Read 1 Samuel 19) But, Saul didn’t listen and he lost everything. (His disobedience began here: (Read 1 Samuel 13) and ended here (Read 1 Samuel 31)

David sinned. But, he listened. And through Christ, his kingdom is enthroned still.

Are you Saul? Are you David?  Are you Nathan? Are you fetching Bathsheba?

Man may ask you to fetch Bathsheba, but only God can call a Jonathan or a Nathan.  Pray.  We can ask The Lord to show us where we are in the narrative.  Not all of us are called to stand before kings and speak the honest truth, but we are all called to pray for those who enter their court.

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

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Last week while at a conference in North Carolina, I had the opportunity to capture a few moments at a kingdom on earth...





It was beautiful, and only a foretaste.
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How do you know if that recipe you just downloaded for the best lemon cake on the planet, really is? Could it be a better recipe than the one you already have?  How can you know it's not? Sometimes we have really strong opinions about things that we haven't even baked for ourselves. I'm not trying to climb up in your oven, but maybe it's time to turn it on and do a little baking.

I have this lemon cake recipe ... 

If you don't want to bake the cake yourself, will you just slip into this pair of shoes I try to share with you through this blog and walk around in them for a minute?  Maybe if you put them on you might get a feel for how this cake tastes.

Disclaimer: I'm not the first person to bake this cake, and these are used shoes. 

Lemon Cake Recipe: 

  • Read the Bible every day. You hear OF him, but you can read the Bible to hear FROM him.
    • Just start somewhere. Ask God to help you understand. 
    • Download a Bible APP like "First 5" App with Lysa Terkeurst.  It's one of my favorites.
    • I write out whatever passage I'm reading in the morning because I like to write with a pen on paper. Like taking notes, it helps me process.  Then I write what questions I had, or I write down what stuck out to me.  It's part of a morning conversation over coffee. Have I mentioned before I like coffee and conversation?  
  • Listen and Watch. DO what you learn...       Not like Algebra.
    • There will be ways to apply His Word in your daily life that will help you through decisions, sorrows, joys.  
    • You can share how you are encouraged with someone else to help them in decisions, sorrows, joys.
  • Be changed, in a good way. Don't read to be Smart, read to be Real.
    • This world is difficult to understand.  When we are confused, we often wonder where is God and what is he doing.  Hearing soundbites and blurbs don't help you know His Word or Him any better, reading the Bible helps us know him more.  I shouldn't really comment on Harry Potter books because I've never read those books. How do I know if they are great or not?
Have you baked this recipe before?

Here is a story of how it turned out for me once upon a time.

My Used Shoes:

Two weeks ago I was flying my first flights of the year.  Straight south. Same time zone. Less than a week away.  I was excited that it seemed like a light schedule. On our way to Mexico, my playlist played through to "It Is Well" by Bethel Music.  I didn't feel a heaviness on my heart that day that was soothed by the words it is well.  But, the song was sinking in deep, so I hit the repeat button for and listened to it over and over and over for both flights. 

We arrived in Mexico to news that the number of attendees we had planned to join in a small room the next morning had tripled and moved to a new venue.  (My instant go-to insecure thoughts: my clothes are dumb and I'm not ready for a larger audience.  I talk with my hands too much for more people to join us. Someone real should've come.) The words of the song from that day came back to my mind:  "Let go my soul and trust in Him. The waves and wind still know his name."  The song I didn't need, I all of a sudden needed.

There was no coffee and it wasn't morning, but I had a conversation with Him about it.

"Ok. So, what you have prepared for me to share is the same in a small room as a big room, but the responsibility seems to have tripled.  But, I know you are not punking them. It's never me.  It's always you. Whatever you spoke to their heart to bring them here, you are faithful and you will do it. I will be as confident in the small room as the big room because you are my confidence. Not my nerd skirt.  Not my over exaggerated hand motions as I act out the words I speak. You. I was expecting calm seas. Run down here to Mexico and knock it out. Manageable in my mind. But, the wind has kicked up and there are waves and what if I sink? I came here thinking I was doing this for you, but find myself in desperate need of you, again and again and again. Thank you for every moment that reminds me of this. 'Through it all my eyes are on you, and it is well with with me.'"

The next morning I woke up, made a double instant Folgers travel packet coffee with my plug-in heating element and a borrowed cup and saucer from the restaurant and got my Bible out to hear from him.  I'm in Luke. Going through pieces of each chapter each day, writing it out.  That morning in Mexico I picked up where I had left off the day before. In the same book, I had been in for weeks. And, here is the story it happened to be:

"One day he got into a boat with his disciples, and he said to them, "let us go across to the other side of the lake."  So they set out, and as they sailed he fell asleep.  And a windstorm came down on the lake, and they were filling with water and were in danger.  And they went and woke him, saying "Master, Master, we are perishing!" And he awoke and rebuked the wind and the raging waves, and they ceased, and there was a calm.  He said to them, "Where is your faith?" And they were afraid, and they marveled, saying to one another, "Who then is this, that he commands even winds and water, and they obey him?"  Luke 8:22-25

OOOOkaaaaaaay.  Where is your faith, Haley?
It's right there in Jesus' boat. In that song. In that scripture. In my Savior. And, it's growing still.

The song He stuck in my head the day before, He spoke to my heart the morning of.  Ready to apply it, because I had read it, heard it, believed it. Kind of like when you follow the recipe for the best lemon cake on the planet ...you get cake.

If we don't listen, we won't hear.  If we don't read His Word, we won't experience Him fully. If we don't seek Him, we won't find Him. If you don't taste, you won't see.

I went to that big room that morning excited, not anxious.  The waves and wind were calmed by His voice.  What was he going to do in that place?  I wanted to be part of it. What was He going to do that He would speak to even my heart? I was excited to see.  In a room that grew smaller with each moment that we spent together... Jesus made the best lemon cake. 

Click Here to Listen and Watch Bethel's "It Is Well"

When the waves and the wind were over, we spent some lovely moments growing deeper in love with the people and the place. I took some pictures along the journey. Following Him is my favorite.

Blending like a local at Chichen Itza.
 




The name of this place is Ik Kil.  It's lovelier than it sounds.
 

We visited a natural habitat for pink flamingos. :) 

This is the second time in my life I've been in a mangrove.  I did not fall in this time, but I did see a crocodile again.  
This pastor was part of our training.  It was his brother who took us out on the boat.  Then his father-in-law fried us some fish for lunch and his wife and family joined us. New listing in my favorite moments.
 
 
Our last supper with the seminary students.  They tried to kill me with the habanero sauce in this bowl.  But, I lived. 
I hope you are encouraged to turn your oven on in your own shoes this week.
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As I sat at the round kitchen table drinking a tiny cup of strong coffee made from beans grown close to where we gathered, I listened to the conversation being spoken between new friends. A few of the words I could understand, but most of them went beyond my high school Spanish comprehension. Not understanding the language never seems to matter much on these trips, and it didn’t this time either. The back door was open. A cool breeze pulled through the open windows and high ceilings and moved around some of the sweaty hair sticking to my neck. My bare feet rested on the faded, but still beautiful, tile floors that were laid in this home built well before the revolution that still shapes the landscape and character of Cuba. In many ways, it’s as if that revolution happened only moments ago. Occasionally, someone compassionately stopped to explain a bit of what was being said, but I didn’t really need to know. I was content to just listen, rest and sip my coffee.

We had just arrived in Havana, and even on the short ride to the home of our hosts, I was enchanted by Cuba. Enchanted is not an everyday word I use, but as I’m trying to think of a way to describe how I felt, that keeps coming to mind. It is kind of like stepping into the pages of 1950’s full-color storybook. Let’s say that storybook has maybe had a little coffee spilled on it. Maybe it was left open in the sun and some pages have become faded. Maybe it has been read so many times that it’s a little worn from the wear of the hands of readers. Pages creased. A few torn edges. It’s still a beautiful story that you want to keep reading and see the detailed pictures on each page because it is just so fascinating. Tragedy and triumph. Generals and God. Full of people. Full of life. Worn-in and vibrant.

Conversations were often qualified with “before the revolution” or “after the revolution” as we learned about the country, the people, and the Church. It all seems very current. I listened as one man who was present before and after the 60's, patriotically and vividly share details with us of life and culture “before and after.” Later, I heard a next generation family member of his use the very language he had used when talking with us about their homeland. Her second-hand account held much of the same passion as his. They love their country. There are things they want to stay the same, and things they would like to be different. Not unlike any other country in the world. They love one another. They serve a high order to be faithful in prosperity and adversity. The people we met are men and women of integrity that teach and follow the way of God in accordance with the truth. Not easily swayed. They respect and follow the governance of their citizenship. (Matthew 22:15-22)  I was so blessed to meet with them and hear their stories and to serve with them on the seminary grounds that is a sister seminary to Southwestern.  Many have gone before us, both here and there, to make our ministry today possible. God is faithful to the generations to come.

We discussed our faith, devotion, and ministries, and shared bits of our lives over the breakfast table (where there was always leche con chocolate), during our days of training, and in circled up chairs late into the night. We found our love for the Lord gave us a love for one another. For anyone who has ever had the opportunity to serve someone, or serve with someone in His name, you know this love that grows between you. That heart you get for the one with whom you share His hope, grace, mercy and Word. The Lord’s plans so far have given me the opportunity to drop in on these scenes in many places with many different people, and share glimpses of His creation and consistent faithfulness through stories. Some of you grow deep roots in an ongoing scene serving with familiar faces in your home, community, and church. I hope some of your moments with them are called to mind today: the people you have served and served beside, sat with in circles of chairs, the meals prepared and shared, the faith-filled conversations, and the Lord whom you first loved. Maybe you had forgotten?  Remember.  I pray you are reminded to be thankful for them wherever and whenever your story together took place. From Ponca to Cuba, and everywhere in between, I’m thankful.

Here are a few favorite pictures from my Cuban storybook.

















Side Note:  Just this month American Airlines began routes into Cuba.  It is about a 45-minute flight from Miami. There are many resorts on the island and it has been a favorite holiday spot for people of other countries for many years. Just a thought, if you are looking for a new place to visit. 

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Over the past few months, I’ve traveled new streets, alleys, subways, stairways on mountainsides, beaches, and aisles in various places around Asia. I’ve walked beside friends who speak different languages, but are of the same heart, and walked past strangers with the only resemblance being our humanity. Smells of fish markets, sewage, incense and flowers; sights of tall buildings, small shacks, sweet smiles, blank stares, bright colors, and filth have all swirled around in my thoughts. We have been to places where women are treated like cattle and places where cattle are treated as gods. Some of these places are beautiful; others are barren. These contrasts of people and places are as consistent as the similarities.

Everywhere we go people are following. They are following their culture, their heritage, and their religious or non-religious ideologies. Some are following their passions, their educational opportunities, or their chance for freedom. No one is sitting still. Every person, even the lame and the beggars on the sides of roads are following whatever system has been laid before them. We like to think we are autonomous, but we govern ourselves within the concepts to which we have been offered. We all follow what we have been taught, what we have believed, or what we have experienced. 


















In many of the places we have visited, people have been taught to follow various religions. Humanity is made to seek a purpose in life, and we seem to have a habit of creating to-do lists in the hopes of finding a good one. Some people seek everything but God, in a sort of protest to those they think represent him. There are so many life plans that could be followed. I’ve seen people who follow their ancestors into temples with images carved by man, where birds nest and desecrate, and where the god they serve is silent. People sometimes follow celebrities, prophets, and regimes. In many places, people have little choice but to follow the cultural or religious expectations of them based on caste, gender or birth order. People are often tempted to follow popularity as if popularity equaled truth and purpose. The plans for living and rules for religion are so drastically different. I could never comprehend, debate, or convince someone born in a reality so different than mine, rather they live in my state or on another continent, to view the world, or God, as I do. Thankfully, convincing is not my job. Sharing the message so that others are presented the same option I’ve been given and chosen, and represent that well with my life, is my job. Once the message is shared there is another voice there to convince, and my life is only one testimony in a very large ocean of testimonies. 









Here are two things I’ve found that strengthens my faith instead of proving it false in all these different places: 1) God’s Word is always proven true. 2) There is one common voice that can be heard above all the issues and expectations of this life no matter the location. It’s not a cool voice from the nightly news that resounds around the world. No government official, celebrity, or even preacher (except maybe Billy) has a voice that resonates across cultures and continents. The lives of people recovering from an earthquake, a woman rescued from slavery, a child who lost parents, the sick, the brokenhearted, the lonely, are not transformed by an enlightening or witty tweet. Those who met Jesus in their dreams chose to follow him, and are now desperate to keep their life don’t really have time to fight for their proclaimed right to take one. Issues do not unite us. Issues are like plays on a stage where the curtain will eventually come down. We can get so wrapped up in a scene that we forget to plan where we are going when it’s over. It’s good to get into the scenes where we live and work together, but issues are geographically and socioeconomically confined. They can be a temporal distraction from the eternal real issue for humanity: The Lord, Jesus. 

Jesus, true Jesus, comes with a voice that unites people across all boundaries, plans, and presumptions.  Respectfully, if you say that isn’t true then you haven’t been hearing him.  You have been listening to other voices.  Many say they represent his voice, but their hate, their selfishness, their complete disregard for his Word for the proclaimed sake of tolerance or kindness, proves their hearts otherwise.  Jesus teaches us to view the world as He does, and reveals to us more about who He is through his Word and one another. Following him is the only plan that has consistent relevance in the gutters of India, the high rises of Hong Kong, and I believe the streets of America. 

It’s amazing to me that people can follow him the same way in such different places, even though he did tell us in his Word that we would recognize his voice, follow him, and that he would know us (John 10:27).  It’s still amazing to see this similarity of purpose, this same path and shepherd followed, in pastors in the Himalayas of Asia and mothers in the Serengeti of Africa. It’s that voice that my friends on completely different continents, with completely different life plans, have heard.  This unity of vision and purpose and heart is miraculous. Many people I’ve met cannot even consider the Western concept of effecting change on their government or social standing through education or elections.  Where options are so few, things become so clear.  His voice has so much less competition.  Our human hope cannot be in anything that is irrelevant to some of us, or only applicable to a few of us. With all the exclusivity we see, only Jesus is all inclusive.  Respectfully, if you do not see that, you are looking at someone other than him.  He does expect us to follow him, though, as he spans all time and eternity, he sees the big picture of creation.  It is not supposed to be the other way around, no matter how entitled we may think we are. It takes faith to choose him.  Steps of faith can be hard to take, but he is faithful every time.  So then the next steps of faith are taken alongside experience.  The steps get easier and easier.  I can testify.

When I am tempted with doubt, when I wonder where he is, when others reject or ignore my value or yours, he is near.  He is near the souls I have met these past few months.  He loves the same, his Word is the same, and his voice is the same. That can’t always be said of those of us who follow him.  But, it can always be said of him.  He never changes geographically or socioeconomically.

Generations see either the blessing of those who follow the Lord or they see the depravity of those who do not follow him.  This has been told to us in his Word (Exodus 34:6-7 for instance) and confirmed everywhere I’ve been.  Which isn’t every-where, but, God has made the way for me to see 29 countries in these past 5 years with number 30 coming this weekend. I always pray to understand what He is teaching me, to share what I believe, what I’ve learned, what I’ve experienced. Our lives are not our own, they are for his glory. His blessing, as we follow him, is as constant as the removal of his blessing when we choose to disregard him. Many of us have seen that, too. He is the blessing and with him comes increasing joy, love, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness and self-control. Who you follow matters.  It matters today and tomorrow and the next tomorrow. Everyone is following someone.  Someone is probably following you.  Where are you taking them?






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