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Diamond Geezers: FRIENDS

I’m working on a new book! Three quarters of the way through writing it at the moment and hoping some kind and talented person out there might help me put a great website together for it too. It’s a book for blokes, called Diamond Geezers - and will be published early 2011 by Integrity. Exciting eh?

I’m going to start putting occasional bits online for your thoughts/ comments/ discussion. I may or may not be able to respond to those – as I’m headed to a publishing deadline.

One of the chapters focuses on friends - I made the statement yesterday in my talk that most men don’t do friendships very well. We can end up insulating ourselves, which leads to isolating ourselves.

Last week on holiday in Zante I was privileged to attend a small but incredibly lively Pentecostal church (Greek speaking, good to help me struggle on with my New Testament Greek) where three new believers were baptised.  a great time- all these candidates dressed in white to symbolise their new lives. At the end of the service all the men kissed all the other men.

Over my years in C of E churches some people moaned about sharing a handshake during the peace in services – well I went up to thank the Pastor and he smacked the lips either side of my face.  I admit I didn’t feel comfortable with that level of intimacy!

I think we men can be content to be superficial. There was a time in my life I was quite happy to just be intimate with my wife and superficial with most other people. Where did that come from? As a police officer I only had mates who were other police officers, and some of those relationships forged in tough circumstances remain very strong and deep today; but I didn’t trust other people. Then when I became a minister I was subtly told, “You can’t have friends in the parish,”  that was the received wisdom from older clergy, and moving round the country every few years didn’t make for easy depth of friendships either.

Yet here we are saying we follow a God who became a man who had close mates who he lived with 24/7 and shared everything with. He caleld them FRIENDS. He was intimate – he washed their feet and was betrayed with a kiss!

Maybe it’s the memory or possibility of being let down or of letting others down that makes us put a crust around our hearts so nobody gets too close again? Do you agree most men are not good a CLOSE friendships? Happy to punch on the shoulder or awkwardly slap three times on the back if you go for a man hug, but not letting others know your ups and downs, your secret thoughts, fears and dreams? People who you mentor and/or mentor you? Companions on your journeys? Work friends?

Women – do you feel like you really know the men in your life?

Men – who’s your best friend?Does anyone really know you? I’m meeting mine for breakfast tomorrow.

Are you ‘content to be superficial?’ Does the internet/ social media etc encourage that (eg facebook ‘Friends’)

Do you have, like Jesus, various groups of friends -can you put some names on these groups?

3 – Peter, James & John

12 – Apostles.

72 – men & women who relied on him and he relied on them?

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More blessed to give than receive

I just received a letter and picture for the fridge from one of the kids we sponsor through Compassion UK. Tucked away between the prayers for us and news of football games was this – ‘please read Acts 20:35′

Not a verse I know by heart – I looked it up. And then I found I did know it:

…remembering the words the Lord Jesus himself said: ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.’

I once heard of a Bishop who preached, “Jesus said – and I think he was right…’

Well, I know he’s right!

The apostle Paul knew that too and recalls in this passage words spoken by Jesus which are not recorded in any of the gospels; words that shaped the early church’s thought and practice – and helped it make such an impact! It was said of the early Christians, “They share their food but not their beds.” They were sexually pure but promiscuous in generosity!  They lived like that because they had their eyes on another destination.

Jesus said, “Store up treasures in heaven . . .” Why? Because it’s wise! Because whatever we have given to help the poor or invested in building God’s kingdom will last. It won’t be consumed by moths and rust and thieves.  But you’ll never see a hearse pulling a trailer. 

A friend of mine is an independent financial adviser. He says, “When it come to your money don’t just think just 3 days ahead, or 3 months or 3 years. Think 30 years.” Jesus Christ says, “Don’t just ask, how will this investment be paying off in thirty years. Ask, how will this investment be paying off in thirty million years?”

C. T. Studd left being England cricket captain to reach out to needy people in the mission field he famously said this…“One short life, ’twill soon be past, only what’s done for Christ will last.”

I have some bad news. I have a terminal disease! I’m going to die!

Even worse news? You have the same disease! You’re going to die too!

The disease is called mortality. One day, sooner than any of us would like to  think, we’ll each stand before our Lord, the Audience of One. He’ll call us to account for how we’ve stewarded our lives and our resources here.

If your treasures are in heaven….good news. Heaven is coming! All Hell can’t going to stop it. Anything you’ve put in God’s hands – for his work-  is safe. Anything you haven’t – isn’t going to last.

Jesus said, “Where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” He’s saying, “Show me your chequebook and bank statement, I’ll show you where your heart is. Your heart follows your money.”

Want a heart for Pork Bellies? Put your money there! Want a heart for Tesco? Buy shares! Want a heart for God? A heart for what matters most to Him? A heart bigger than your next acquisition? Put your treasures where God is at work! Want a heart for your church? Invest your money in your church’s ministry. Then, put your treasures in mission work – reaching the poor. Want a heart for street kids? Invest… every day there are opportunities to buy up more shares in God’s kingdom!

Five minutes after we die, we’ll know exactly how we should have lived. But then it’ll be too late to go back and change anything! God has given us his Word so we don’t have to wait until we die to know how we should have lived. There’s no second chance for the unbeliever – AND no second chance for the believer!

You and I have one short life on earth to invest in heaven. Let’s not miss the opportunity! Here’s a great prayer: May what will be most important to me five minutes after I die, become most important to me now.

Alfred Nobel, a Swedish chemist, made his fortune by inventing dynamite and other powerful explosives. When Nobel’s younger brother died in an experiment, a newspaper accidentally printed his obituary instead. He was described as a man who became rich from enabling people to kill each other. Shaken by this assessment, Nobel wrote a will which resolved to use his fortune to reward accomplishments that benefited humanity, including what we now know as the Nobel Peace Prize.

Nobel had a rare opportunity – to look at the assessment of his life at its end, while he still had time to change it. While we live on earth – God is so gracious- it’s the land of second chances.

Put yourself in Nobel’s place. Read your own obituary, not as written by uniformed or biased people, but as an onlooking angel might write it from heaven’s point of view. Look at it carefully. Then let’s use the rest of our lives to edit that obituary into what we really want it to be.

To live each day with the knowledge that every moment we get closer to death, we get closer to our treasures – rather than further from them.

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Pastors R Us! Debra Green evening talk

Debra Green : Equipped. Pastors r us?

What is the pastor gift? Shepherding? Can mean someone with divine enabling of others, taking responsibility to model & establish trust, lead, protect those within our span of care.

We can’t abdicate caring to pastors who are paid. We all should take responsibility to respond to need.
Pastoral care; 4 things to remember- CARE

C. Compassion. It starts here! Jesus looked at the crowd and had compassion. He saw they were hungry. Went to meet the need. Went to rescue the lost sheep. Moved to reach out. In your gut, you are moved toward a need. Splancnizomai. Not just a sense of duty, it’s more powerful. Break my heart for what breaks yours. We don’t all have the same concern about the same things & that’s OK.  Sometimes we just have to get involved, being spontaneously compassionate. You don’t need permission or a word from God to do that. But bigger issues, like ‘should I go to Haiti?’ we need to check that and run through a bigger filter.
A. Aid (or Action). It’s not just a fluffy feeling – go to work! Cf Good Samaritan. Lk 10. Compassion got him to cross the road. He was a neighbour because he showed mercy. He came to his Aid, a stranger! There were all kinds of reasons why we has the last to be expected to help but he was there, doing what was needed: for a stranger: Mt 25:35-40. We are doing it as unto Jesus! He receives it himself. As a church we are to extend our pastoral care beyond the walls of the church! When someone dies, what can you do? Best thing is just be there with them & be kind. Send notes. Help practically. Offer to pray, sensitively! Give them space too.
R. Relationships. Jn 19:26 Jesus is in agony on the cross, he has nothing more he can give it seems, but then he sees his mother & best friend. Says, ‘Mother- here is your son.’ thinks of them above himself. Putting people together. We have to love & care for people. The bigger the church, it’s easier for people to fall through the net. Ring the person who’s missing, tell them you missed them! Nobody will be attracted to a church where there’s no love. People long for extnded family.
E. Empathy. So much more than sympathy. It’s a rich thing. Hebrews 4:15 , says Jesus knows how we feel, fully. So, he can fully empathise with us when we struggle. You can say, ‘I know someone who is able to know how you feel.’ in fact, when you have been through something – God can use you to help others with the same or similar pain or experience. You may have wondered why God allowed it? It’s valid to ask that. But one day you see it.

How to deal well with conflict in church.
10 steps
1. Come to me privately if you have a problem with me.
2. I’ll come to you privately
3. If someone comes to you with a problem about me, send them to me
4. If someone consistently will not come to me, say, ‘let’s go together.’
5. Be careful how you interpret me, i would rather do that myself! You might not fully understand my intentions.
6. I will be careful how I interpret you
7. If its confidential, don’t tell even one petson unless it will lead to harm to someone or danger.
8. I do not read unsigned notes, don’t bother sending them.
9. I do not manipulate, I will not manipulate, don’t let anyone manipulate you to try to manipulate me.
10. If in doubt, just say it. If I can answer without misrepresenting something or breaking a confidence, I will.

Pastoral care is just caring for everyone who God brings into your world. It’s not just for the church!

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TODAYS MAN. Evangelists Conference – RT Kendall.

TODAYS MAN. Evangelists Conference – RT Kendall Session 2.

1 Samuel 16 1 The LORD said to Samuel, “How long will you mourn for Saul, since I have rejected him as king over Israel? Fill your horn with oil and be on your way; I am sending you to Jesse of Bethlehem. I have chosen one of his sons to be king.” 2 But Samuel said, “How can I go? Saul will hear about it and kill me.”
The LORD said, “Take a heifer with you and say, ‘I have come to sacrifice to the LORD.’ 3 Invite Jesse to the sacrifice, and I will show you what to do. You are to anoint for me the one I indicate.”  4 Samuel did what the LORD said. When he arrived at Bethlehem, the elders of the town trembled when they met him. They asked, “Do you come in peace?”  5 Samuel replied, “Yes, in peace; I have come to sacrifice to the LORD. Consecrate yourselves and come to the sacrifice with me.” Then he consecrated Jesse and his sons and invited them to the sacrifice.

6 When they arrived, Samuel saw Eliab and thought, “Surely the LORD’s anointed stands here before the LORD.”  7 But the LORD said to Samuel, “Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.”

8 Then Jesse called Abinadab and had him pass in front of Samuel. But Samuel said, “The LORD has not chosen this one either.” 9 Jesse then had Shammah pass by, but Samuel said, “Nor has the LORD chosen this one.” 10 Jesse had seven of his sons pass before Samuel, but Samuel said to him, “The LORD has not chosen these.” 11 So he asked Jesse, “Are these all the sons you have?”

“There is still the youngest,” Jesse answered, “but he is tending the sheep.” Samuel said, “Send for him; we will not sit down [a] until he arrives.” 12 So he sent and had him brought in. He was ruddy, with a fine appearance and handsome features.
Then the LORD said, “Rise and anoint him; he is the one.”  13 So Samuel took the horn of oil and anointed him in the presence of his brothers, and from that day on the Spirit of the LORD came upon David in power.

In this first verse we see three classes of persons – Saul (yesterdays man). Today we look at Samuel – a type of today’s man – Samuel – and he anoints tomorrows man.

To get to the place where its easy (the anointing) there is a cost. To be today’s man or woman you have to go outside your comfort zone. God wants to see how much he loves you, so he takes you to a place where you could be embarrassed or misunderstood.

The place that’s outside your comfort zone then becomes your new comfort zone. Then he calls you on again, and we wish it wasn’t that way, we think we paid our dues – but he always calls us on.

Samuel had been the man who none of his words fell to the ground, but God tells him to go and anoint the next king while the existing one is alive and well. Danger is required to have the anointing.  The willingness to bear the stigma.

Comes from a pure greek word – that Paul used, I bear in my body the stigmata – a tattoo burned into the body with a hot iron- on slaves, who’d run away, for stealing. Embrace the stigma – count it such an honour that you get to do it. You used to avoid it.

Cf when God said to Jonah – go to Ninevah. Jonah said, NO, and God said, “Really?” Then in the belly of the fish, Jonah prays that he may get to do what God wanted him to do!

The flesh always wants to destigmatise (that everyone will like it) the gospel.

1)   Do you know for sure, if you were to die today – you’d go to heaven?

2)   And if God were to ask you, ‘Why should I let you into my heaven, what would you say?’ Why would I ask those questions of a bunch of evangelists? He knew a woman who onteh 4th class teaching Evangelism Explosion, became a Christian.

Suppose those questions were asked – what would you say?

What would you say, for Question 2?

If we looked through the lists – would we say?

I have tried to live a good, godly life. – LOST

I was brought up in a Christian home – you had a head start – LOST

Baptised? LOST.

I’ve kept the ten commandments – LIAR.

I’ve kept the beatitudes. You’re a bigger liar.

What would you write? The more words you wrote, the worst.

All that’s needed? JESUS DIED.

That’s your gospel. If you don’t preach it, you haven’t grasped it. If it comes out of you, it’s in you – out of the overflow of the heart, the mouth speaks.

What was wrong with Lakeland? How many times did Todd Bentley preach the gospel? Not once.

Two vital words – EXPIATION & PROPITIATION.

Expiation = what the blood does for us.

Propitiation = what the blood does for God. Turns his wrath away from us.

The world is excited about words of knowledge etc., but we get to heaven by nothing else – our words may not help, they could hurt. It’s offensive to say its all about the cross and ONLY about the cross.

1801 – The Cane Ridge revival in Kentucky. The power of God fell, when a Methodist lay preacher stood on a tree stump. 15,000 gathered. He spoke on 2 Cor 5:10.

When he finished, 500 were on the floor as though dead. But six or seven hours later they came up shouting and hundreds of others fell.  Out of that came a certain way of preaching, breathless sounds, but 15 years after the preachers were putting it on, it wasn’t real any more.

We may like the liturgy, the worship style – it’s a comfort zone. We have to be willing to keep moving on. Even though we may not like it. We cann think the familiar, the nostalgic, is God.

When he was at Westminster Chapel – hundreds covenanted agreed to pray for the manifest Holy Spirit, and an openness in us to receive him, however he chooses to come.

Just after that was printed, he was talking with Lyndon Bowring and Charlie Colchester, who started to talk about, “This Toronto thing.” What?

‘They lay hands on people and they fall over, laughing!’

RT didn’t want it to be of God. Found the idea offensive. But he couldn’t stop thinking about it. A few days later Ken Costa invited him, ‘Come and speak with me about what the Bible says on about testing the Spirits’

RT came to warn, but when they talked, he was smitten- this is of God! And it means trouble.

Years before – he’d stepped out and nearly lost his job when he had Arthur Blessit speak. He thought, “I have paid my dues – Never again!” and God said, “Really?”

So he stood before his congregation and said, “This is of God, what’s happening at HTB.” And it was then a huge offense, now it’s fairly comfortable!

When Samuel entered the town the elders trembled. And Samuel’s probably trembling too. We should be trembling when we’re preaching!

We can get used to something that’s not right with us. We want it to stay like it is. Like when he lost a filling, but it didn’t hurt – and after a few days he loved sticking his tongue in the cavity.

The leaning tower of Pisa – they got architects in, and gave instructions – ‘Don’t correct the tilt, but keep it from falling.’

People don’t want their problems solved, they want them understood.

When Wesley saw George Whitefield going to preach in the fields, he was at first offended. Later he went to the field.

Later people barked like dogs and fell down. Wesley said, “A lot of that is not God. Stamp it out.”

Whitefield replied, “When you stamp out the false, you stamp out what is real too.”

Part of the stigma! We’d like revival to come in a tidy package, but it’s EMBARRASSING – yet you have to go with it and let them say what they will.

Samuel said, “Consecrate yourselves.”

Verse 6.

To be todays man – You have to be willing to change your mind.

When he saw Eliab, it was obvious –logical, the first born. But God said, No.

‘Do I have to admit I’m wrong – in front of all these people?’

There are people who have changed their position but they put something in print, so they won’t retract it.

The greatest freedom is having nothing to prove! Samuel said, “I got it wrong.”

Is it Abinadab? No

Is it Shammah? – Samuel’s feeling more embarrassed now! All seven gone! He must think his prophetic gift’s gone now.

But the last person anyone would have thought, was the one in God’s mind!

The one who wasn’t even invited to the great occasion. Not even told about it.

Ever missed church and everyone says, “You missed it!” (Thanks God!) You can feel left out, but God knows where you are and he will find you. God is never too late, or too early – he’s always just on time.

David had no preparation time, but he’s the one. The new King!

You may feel the most unlikely person. But that’s the way God works.

When RT met Rodney Howard Browne for the first time. Breakfast meeting. At the time he was persona non-grata at the time. But RT sensed something in him he’d never felt before, and asked, “I’d like you to come and pray in my pulpit, and pray for my wife (she’d had a cough for three years, nothing Drs could do, she couldn’t sleep! She was also seriously depressed.). She would not have gone to one of his meetings, but he came to pray for her in the morning. 5 minutes, mostly in tongues. And then – she was instantly healed of the cough! Later she went to one of his meetings, and the depression was gone.

He will put you in awkward situations. To take hou to where his anointing is.

Samuel had to break with the regime of which he was the central figure. He’d warned them they shouldn’t have a king, but they rejected his advice (God said, ‘It’s me they rejected – don’t take it personally). After God said that, he set off as if it was his idea in the first place.

But then he chose Saul, and when he fell – Samuel GRIEVED. He didn’t gloat! He didn’t say, “I told you so.” He was the only one who knew the truth about Saul.

On Ronald Reagan’s desk. “There is no limit to the person who doesn’t care who gets the credit.”

Being Tomorrow’s man involves loneliness.

RT had an experience when he was a young preacher. His grandmother had bought him a lovely car. He had a Damascus road experience. The glory of the Lord filled the car, and 2 verses came to mind, “Casting all your cares on me, because he cares on you.” And “My yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

And then Jesus is there, praying for him. Interceding for RT. And there was conversation he couldn’t hear. An hour later, he heard Jesus say, “He wants it!” The Father said, “He can have it”

And his body was flooded with warmth as the person of Jesus was then more real than any human.

Thinking everyone would be excited, but his father said, “You have broken with God!” and his grandmother took the car back.

He said to his Dad, “I’ll have an international ministry.” When? “One year from now!” In fact, for five years then he was door to door vacuum cleaner salesman.

You may feel that you’re tomorrows man. Waiting.

22 years later, he heard his dad say, “Son, I am proud of you – you were right and I was wrong.”

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Releasing our potential needs work


Malcolm Gladwell, whose books I love and who I heard speak this year at Catalyst 09, reminds us in this short video (click here to view) that releasing your potential is not about genes, talents or ability but about capitalisation. That means hard work! It’s getting up and paying the price, rather than resting before you even get tired! Attitude is everything.
Reminds me of the story Jesus told:
A man had two sons. He went up to the first and said, ‘Son, go out for the day and work in the vineyard.’
“The son answered, ‘I don’t want to.’ Later on he thought better of it and went. The father gave the same command to the second son. He answered, ‘Sure, glad to.’ But he never went.
“Which of the two sons did what the father asked?”

It’s no good just saying you will do something, or thinking it’s a good idea. Ideation without perspiration is constipation!

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Get on the train

The facts of what the Bible calls the gospel are not just facts we can decide to take or leave as we like, like that Neptune was discovered in 1846. They are more than information, they call for transformation.

The gospel facts call for a response, they call for action! Someone might see the oak tree in my garden and tell me an Oak tree is of the Quercus genus  – I have to say it wouldn’t matter to me too deeply. But when a person says “That tree’s falling on your house!” The facts get me up and running!

What have you done with the gospel truth? Sometimes people waste away their days, they have an interest in spiritual stuff maybe so they click around the internet like you’re doing. They’re kind of looking for answers, but what do you do when the Answer finds you? I wrote this blog post because I felt someone looking for answers is going to find the Answer through it.

The fact that Christianity teaches that Jesus died on a cross is still fairly well known in most places in Britain. But as we approach Easter – has this fact made a difference in your life?

You owe it to yourself to get this question answered:

Why should the cross, or the resurrection, or the ascension or second coming of Christ still be important all these years since they happened? Christians believe that because Jesus died and rose again, everything changes now. God has done so much for you so you coudl know there’s love in heaven with your name on it. But you have to do something too.

In 1830 a Red Indian called Crowfoot was born, excelled as a hunter & scout, andwent on to become Chief of the Blackfoot tribe.

chiefcrowfoot

In 1884 authorities from the Canadian Pacific railway sought his permission to take the Atlantic to Pacific railway through his territory. Crowfoot agreed after long negotiations, andas a result was awarded a lifetime rail pass (you can see it on this picture). He had a beautiful leather case made for the pass, and carried the pass around his neck everywhere he went. But he never got on the train.

The objective fact of his potential to get on board was there.

BUT his lack of appropriate response meant that for him the invitation may as well have been untrue, because he missed out on the benefits by refusing to act on them.

The whistle’s blowing. Get on the train!

It’s like this – wearing a parachute never helped anyone. Knowing about parachutes never helped anyone. You have to pull the cord!

Don’t put it off. Say something like this to God, He is listening! “If this is true, that Jesus Christ really is your Son who died for me, so that my sins could be forgiven and I could know new and everlasting life, then I turn from those things to You, please show me how to follow you from now on.”

If you did this and meant it please get in touch and I’d love to send you a free book.

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Father helps us finish

I had an amazing response and many emails following this Sunday’s talk about the importance of knowing the love of God the Father. I finished by saying that any good glimpses of fathering we’ve ever had are like icons to help us see Abba Father better. It seemed to stir up lots of feelings for many people, whatever our experience of an earthly Dad might be.

Funnily enough a friend’s just posted on Facebook this fantastic video reminder and I wanted to share because it reinforces much of that.

The 1992 Olympics semifinal 400m heat in front of 65000 spectators. Derek Redmond had smashed the British record at 19 and was destined to join the greats, but had been forced to withdraw at the ’88 Games only 10 minutes before the race, because of an Achilles tendon injury. In the next year  he underwent five surgeries . This was his big moment.

You’ll see how he breaks from the pack and is flying, a cert to make the placings, when the injury fells him again. His Dad Jim was watching from the top row of stands.He had pass to be on the track, but nobody is going to stop him getting to his despondent, seemingly defeated son, who then rose – to finish the race.  The only thing you can’t hear too well but what anyone who was there recalled – was the roar of the crowd’s applause and cheers.

Jim told his son, “I’m here, son…. we’ll finish together.”

Interviewed immediately after he said, “I’m the proudest father alive…  I was with him at the start and it’s right that I was there at the end… I’m prouder of him than I would have been if he had won the gold medal. It took a lot of guts for him to do what he did.”

It all reminds of a poem ‘The Race’ which my friend Andy Economides put in one of his books – which I reproduce below the video. there are various versions around but the song fits well I think.

If you’ve been tempted to give up recently or it’s just too hard – remember FAILURE ISN’T FINAL – let the Father who loves you help you along today as you read the poem.

Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure’s face,
my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.
A children’s race, young boys, young men; how I remember well,
excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn’t hard to tell.
They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race
or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place.
Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son,
and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one.

The whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire,
to win, to be the hero there, was each young boy’s desire.
One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd,
was running in the lead and thought “My dad will be so proud.”
But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip,
the little boy who thought he’d win, lost his step and slipped.
Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace,
and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face.
As he fell, his hope fell too; he couldn’t win it now.
Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow.

But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face,
which to the boy so clearly said, “Get up and win that race!”
He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that’s all,
and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall.
So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win,
his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again.
He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace.
“I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race.”

But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father’s face
with a steady look that said again, “Get up and win that race!”
So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last.
“If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought, “I’ve got to run real fast!”
Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten…
but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again.
Defeat! He lay there silently. A tear dropped from his eye.
“There’s no sense running anymore! Three strikes I’m out! Why try?
I’ve lost, so what’s the use?” he thought. “I’ll live with my disgrace.”
But then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face.

“Get up,” an echo sounded low, “you haven’t lost at all,
for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
Get up!” the echo urged him on, “Get up and take your place!
You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!”
So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit,
and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been,
still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win.
Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again.
Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.

They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place,
head high and proud and happy — no falling, no disgrace.
But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place,
the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race.
And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud,
you would have thought he’d won the race, to listen to the crowd.
And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.”
“To me, you won,” his father said. “You rose each time you fell.”

And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face,
the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race.
For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all.
And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face,
another voice within me says, “Get up and win that race!”

(DH Groberg)

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What would YOU save in a hurricane?

We’ve sponsored kids for years. Firstly with an organisation called Tearfund (who do great stuff but not child sponsorship any more), then with Compassion. Saving a life for the price of a daily paper? A no-brainer.

While I hate to admit this, I didn’t write many letters to the kids myself. I got Zoe or our children to do it. We did pray for them, but it’s hard to be all meaningful when all you usually get back is a coloured in flag from the country and a translated note saying, “I go to the project. I like to play football.” We put the kids photos up and remembered them but really, I forget all the middle names (the South American ones have a lot!).

One year we were excited to open a school report on one of the boys we sponsored. “The boy has acne.” That was about it.

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On our penultimate day in Haiti we had a party. 100 people gathered in Port Au Prince at a church that had decent facilities. We were amazed how good it was, then we found it was owned by Americans who all gather to worship there.

Excited families had travelled far (the record was two days on crowded public deathtrap ‘Tap Tap’ buses), to sing and enjoy music,  face paints and balloons, bead making and footie. Many of them were able to meet the people who have actually sponsored them – something Compassion sometimes can arrange – a thrill for everyone involved.It wasn’t until we saw those reunions take place, and then started to give presents and letters to other families, that we realised just how VALUED those who sponsor kids really are.

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I started to get it a couple of days before when we went to a house smaller than my garage, well -a mud hut with a tin roof – where a man and his wife lived with six daughters, two sponsored. His job was to go to the well and get water which he hoped to sell through the day. Furniture? One chair.

I asked whether they knew who their sponsors were. They went into the house and brought out a treasure; every letter and photo ever sent, perfectly kept. Lovingly they unfolded these momentoes from people they loved and prayed for every day with thanksgiving, but in all likelihood would never see until heaven.

The picture above is of Wobenly, a lovely boy sponsored by some great friends of ours, the Tods. He and his mum were so delighted to receive a few little presents; a bouncy ball, a toy car, some pens. Blessed are the poor in spirit! He hugged me so tight it seemed he’d not let go. I got to speak to other kids and parents too as I helped them make some bracelets and necklaces with boxes of beads we had brought. I put a few beads on the string and held it up to show. “Just three beads each children” said the interpreter. They’d have been happy with that but what the heck – I said they could go crazy with as many as they wanted.

A guy called Ian had sent a package through too. I talked with the Mum and son and she produced a red coloured cloth pouch covered in love hearts. This again contained every letter and photo they’d ever received. She carefully put their new note and pictures in there. The children would hug the photos of their sponsors.

Later in the afternoon I connected with her again, she  was asking whether anyone could also sponsor her younger daughter, to help the family (Ian is now doing so, which is great). She explained that she’d lost her house in the hurricane. Since September the family have had to live on the floors of relatives and friends.

Hang on – wasn’t this the same woman who had the pouch full of letters? Yes. It was what she made sure she saved from the house.

How worthwhile is it to sponsor a child? I hope those of you who already do will be encouraged that you’re doing a great thing, saving a child from the poorest of the poor in every way it’s possible to be saved. If you haven’t done it yet I hope you’ll go to the Compassion page and do so, please let me know if you have it’ll make my day too.

In the amazing film About Schmidt Warren (played by Jack Nicholson) comes to the end of his miserable working life and with a  mess of a family and no friends, after a road trip across the States he wonders whether anything he has ever done was really worthwhile.  He never smiles throughout the movie. Early on he’d sponsored a poor child, who he writes to as if he really can understand. “Relatively soon I will die, and will my life have made any difference?” he wonders.  Treat yourself for a few minutes as you watch.

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A Father’s Choice

Kids saved from the eye of a hurricane

Kids saved from the eye of a hurricane

I’m finally in a position (phew! a little time) to start to roll out some of my thoughts and feelings following the recent visit with friends to the Compassion projects in Haiti. It was a week that felt like a month. I’m doing something of a stream of consciousness rather than a day by day recap.

Short summary? (People generally don’t know about Haiti and ask if it was nice). I told a friend “Haiti is hell on earth, with heaven breaking in.”

The poorest country in the Western hemisphere. Home to 9 million people. 40% live in the cities, 80% below the poverty line. Read that again before it just washes over you, think of the implications for those fellow children of God. Mums and Dads who love their kids the same as I love mine.

54% of the people in Haiti live in what the UN describe as ‘Abject Poverty,’- less than $2 a day. There’s not even any credit to crunch there.

I think I have seen worse poverty on previous mission trip in India in the wake of the tsunami, but  that’s because our hosts from Compassion were wise enough to shield us from the very worst places – slums where gangs rule with fear and machine guns. A UN peacekeeping force is now in charge of Haiti’s security, guns, sandbags and blue helmets galore in all urban areas.  No planes are allowed to say overnight at the airport in Port Au Prince in case they’re hijacked.

Everywhere we travelled we had three armed guards. Overkill? No. One Compassion worker was kidnapped with his 8 year old daughter last year.  They’d kill him to show they were serious and leave his wife to raise a ransom for the girl, so he made the decision to roll out of the moving car – leaving her with the captors, so he could raise the funds for her release. It worked, but the decision to leave her so haunted him that  he had a breakdown and had to move out of the country.

How’s that for a father’s choice?

The photo above was taken as in Gonaives we filmed some short clips for You Tube (I’ll post the links when they’re up) to appeal for you to sponsor a child through Compassion. If you do already, you probably have no idea how important that is as I’ll detail in a future post. If you can’t wait to do it – click here, but please email me or comment so I know and can pray and thank God for your decision.

That day we’d travelled hours to this, the second largest city in Haiti, worst hit by the most recent hurricanes in September last year. 800,000 were affected across the country but 85% of this city was totally deluged by seven to eight metres of flooding. I heard at the time news reports of corpses from the morgue floating along next to fresh dead bodies so that the true number of fatalities was uncertain. It’s the kind of story I couldn’t get my head around at the time. But when you see the devastation still so apparent, and hear the stories of how the flood affected real people;  how Compassion saved so many lives it’s heaven vs hell, again.

Ashley, a pastor at the church we visited who also works for Compassion,  told how he’d received a call from his brother to warn him too late that the floods were coming. The family lived on the roof for three days and nights without food or water, watching neighbours floating past dead, until another deluge overwhelmed them. His wife couldn’t swim. Our interpreter began to cry as Ashley told of putting his five kids in an overturned fridge, with his wife who couldn’t swim hanging on too – they all floated along until they were, thankfully, rescued.

Another man in checked trousers stood up in the church (all Compassion’s work is done through the local church) to tell how grateful he was for us coming to visit him. He also had no time to prepare for the hurricane, living in a three room single storey tiny house. He was with his 13 year old daughter when the floods hit and had to survive a week without food. He only survived because Compassion relief had brought food and helped rehouse him after he lost everything. The house was swept away and he hung onto a tree branch with his wife.

Others danced and sang and gave us presents as they told how Compassion gave many people money for recapitalisation of businesses, or vouchers to repair 0r rebuild their houses. I thought it was just about child sponsorship, but they do so much more! They distributed seed, though the top soil has gone and the harvest looks to be very sparse this year. Hundreds had come to greet us, all had received food packages within 2 days. I felt a phony because they made us feel like VIPs. I was just there a day, Ashley had chosen to remain, though the hurricanes will probably be back next year.

Mister checked trousers had sat down, but we asked him, “How is your daughter now?”

“She’s dead.” It took him three days to find his other two girls. He’d come to say thanks, not for sympathy.

We heard of another man had two children, one under each arm. When the water came over his head he had to make a choice as to which to let go, so he could swim with one.

Such stories show how desperate this world can be for the poor. As a Pastor myself my heart moved, I couldn’t just sit there. The Holy Spirit was moving so strongly in this place of tears and pain and thanksgiving. I stood – but what to say?

“Some will say, ‘Where was God when the hurricane hit?’ They will shake a fist at heaven. Or we can open our hand to God. That’s the choice we make.”

I talked with them of God’s love, that he was present in every piece of help given through in Compassion’s work as so many of them had, praising through their grief. Many women wept as I prayed for those who had died and those were were left, and read from Psalm 46:

God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.

I told them that God knew their names, and all their stories, and God knows the ones they loved and could see no more.

But later that day as we drove away and I reflected, and realised that our Father God knows even more than that. He knows the Father’s choice, because He let go of his only Son at the cross – to take hold of and save you and me.

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God on the fridge door

A nursery school teacher was observing her class while they drew.

As she walked observing each child’s artwork, she asked one diligent and very focused little girl what her drawing was.

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The girl replied, “I’m drawing God.”
The teacher smiled and said, “But no one knows what God looks like.”

Without looking up from her drawing the girl replied, “they will when I’ve finished!”

May our lives in 2009 paint for others a picture of God’s love in His world.

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