Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Brazilian Reflections


Exploring Portuguese. Learning to speak fluent Portuguese in three weeks was not possible for me, but it didn't stop conversation. There were enough links to Spanish that I was able to understand much of what was being said. The language wasn't the focus for me, it was the medium to meet people. As I swam through the medium of Portuguese, I acquired some useful words and phrases and others that made everyone laugh. While savoring delicious steaks at a Brazilian Barbeque I found myself saying, "Gusto comer bunda de vaca," which means, "I like to eat cow butt."

Coriolis Force. Have you ever taken the time to note which direction your toilet flushes in? Apparently in the Northern Hemisphere it flushes clockwise and in the Southern Hemisphere it flushes counterclockwise. Yet, as I have come to find out, it is a fictitious force that describes the perceived motion of large wind patterns in the various hemispheres. But due to variations in the earth's surface, the Coriolis Force can be altered. On the miniscule scale of a toilet bowl, this effect is inconsistent and pretty much a myth. Really the only thing to keep in mind when flushing a Brazilian toilet is don't flush the toilet paper!
Endless humanity. Standing at the top of Banespa Skyscraper, apartments, skyscrapers, favelas disappear into the smog on all horizons. Many references include Sao Paulo in the top five largest cities in the world. The richest of the rich are juxtapositioned right next to the poorest of the poor. Power and water are pirated into poorer neighborhoods. Some homes are painted in vibrant pinks, royal blues, or golden yellows to break the monotony of bricks and dust.
A Complex System. The national police force and the drug lords have enough respect for each other to keep out of each other's way. There are layers of rules and systems of justice in place that boggle my mind. Drugs, stealing, and sex are cultural norms entangling rich, poor, Christian, and spiritualist alike. Yet by God's grace, Restoration Ministries has favor among people from every background. They are there meeting people where they are at with the daily good news of Jesus Christ.

Hospitable Hope. Through a narrow, graffiti lined alleyway, the woman directed us through a small door into a cluttered but tidy sitting room. She told us how she buried three of her children. One to alcohol, one to starvation, and one to murder. Though she had very little, she offered us refreshment and encouragement. She asked for prayer but glowed as she recounted the blessings of God in her life.

Faithful Friends. I return to the United States after two weeks of serving my brothers and sisters in Christ. They continue. Tomorrow, they go back into peoples homes, gather children for another agita (VBS program), and do it all over again. They experience persecution for what they do, they are pressured to conform to their culture, they are criticized, robbed, and hospitalized. The highlight of my time in Brazil was praying with these men and women who serve here, encouraging them to keep going. I pray that the crowns they receive for their labor bring all the more glory and honor to Jesus Christ!

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Avatar


Sunday night, my brother Jeff invited me to join some friends to see Avatar in 3D. Filled with suspense, action, emotion, and breathtaking beauty, this James Cameron production has been a big hit in the theaters. While still filled with a fair amount of violence and language, I enjoyed it for its numerous redeemable qualities.

Though his purpose is quite different, Jake Sully’s role is like a missionary to the Na’vi people of Pandora. In the avatar of a Na’vi body, Jake must understand this indigenous culture from the inside. Others had gone before him and imposed their own culture on the Na’vi. But Jake’s response was different. He wanted to learn from them. “It’s hard to fill a cup that is already full,” one of the Na’vi tell him.

Jake’s reply was, “Well, mine is empty.”

Jake has a change of heart when he learns that this “barbarian” culture has qualities that are not inferior, they are just different. He learns to love what the Na’vi love and he earns their respect.

Coming from an ethnocentric, prideful, and materialistic culture myself, I want the humility of Jake Sully as I interact with people from other cultures. I am educated, experienced, and know how to teach, but when I go I can’t rely on my strengths to accomplish God’s purposes.

John the Baptist speaks of Jesus in John 3:30. “He must become greater, I must become less.” In this way, I want to be an empty cup among the cultures I serve. If I can be empty of myself, completely dependent on Christ alone, then I have hope of sharing the good news to ears that will listen.

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Wednesday, December 9, 2009

The Gospel in 140 Words

Last Sunday, Pastor Troy Dobbs gave us homework: Write the gospel message out in 140 words or less. So here it goes.

God created the heavens and the earth to bring glory to Himself. All things were created good, yet mankind rebelled against God. All mankind is born with a sinful condition that separates us from God. The penalty for sin is eternal death. Because of God's love, Jesus Christ willingly died in our place to save us from eternal death. Jesus was both fully God and fully man; He was perfect and He rose from the dead. When we individually believe in the name of Jesus, we recognize our sinful condition. In that moment, we are saved from eternal death and made into a new creation. The Holy Spirit seals our place in heaven and helps us act more like Jesus. Everything we do should glorify and honor God.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Blessed

I am blessed.

Today I spent the afternoon with a former fifth-grade student, now in ninth grade. God is shaping him to be a voice of hope for his pre-Christian friends.

I am blessed.

Today I spoke on the phone with a missionary friend of mine who just returned from Southeast Asia. She reported how God is working in the midst of hard times among people I love and miss.

I am blessed.

Tonight at Calvin Christian School's auction, people took advantage of the opportunity to partner financially for this God-honoring institution. Bids went high as people began to realize their money would fuel praise to God through the transformed lives of our children. I've seen it happen as a student and as a teacher. As I sang, "Great is Thy Faithfulness" next to former teachers and parents of current students of mine, I saw God's hands.

I am blessed.

Tomorrow I will celebrate my mom on Mother's day. She has raised me with God's Word in her hand and continues to encourage and support how God has plucked me from her nest to speak the Truth that burns passionately in her heart.

I am blessed.

I am a sinner
Completely saved
By Jesus
From eternal separation from God.

I am blessed.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Dream Big


Nathan is a life that is changed.

On a Sunday afternoon, my much-needed nap was interrupted with a "tap, tap, tap," outside my window. With my departure from Liberia quickly approaching, I did not want to take time to talk to Nathan, who sometimes talked for the pleasure of hearing his own voice. But when, with tears in his eyes, he said, "Teacher Stone, can I talk to you for a minute," I knew there was nothing more important than what Nathan had to say.

When I dream of heaven, I see kids there from every tribe, tongue, people, and nation worshiping the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. I see kids that I shared Christ with standing with those they shared Christ with who brought their friends.

"I had a vision last night," Nathan began. "I was standing in a white, white place. And Jesus was there. And there were one thousand people standing behind me. I turned and asked one of them, 'why are you here?' And they said, 'because you told us.'"

There were days in Liberia I wanted to give up. I wanted to go home. There were days I was convinced I was having no impact.

But that wasn't true.

God is faithful. He used me to do His work that honors Himself. Nathan is a part of my dream. I see his face and his one thousand others standing there too. But Nathan isn't the only one I know. There are more kids. And the kids aren't just from Liberia either.

Dream big.