HEAR THEIR CRIES

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Give freely and spontaneously. Don’t have a stingy heart. The way you handle matters like this triggers God, your God’s, blessing in everything you do, all your work and ventures. There are always going to be poor and needy people among you. So I command you: Always be generous, open purse and hands, give to your neighbors in trouble, your poor and hurting neighbors. [Deuteronomy 15:10-11 (MSG)]

We recently celebrated my mother-in-law’s 98th birthday; how blessed we are that she is still spry and alert. Since my husband’s father lived until the age of ninety-six and many of his other relatives lived well into their nineties, we were curious about his life expectancy. According to an on-line calculation, it’s likely my seventy-one year old spouse will live until he’s at least ninety; he has a 25% chance of living beyond ninety-five. That’s not as old as Methuselah, Abraham, or Jacob, but he probably has several good years ahead. Clearly, he comes from good genes. Those long and healthy life spans, however, are probably due more to an accident of birth: he and his family were born in the right place. Living in one of the wealthiest nations in the world, even during difficult times, they were never without shelter, safe water, enough food, or good medical care. Unfortunately, that’s not true for many children today, even children in our own country.

Granted, if we lived in Monaco, Switzerland or even Canada, my husband’s life expectancy would be even higher. If, however, he was born today in sub-Sahara Africa, he could expect to live only forty-seven years. If, by good fortune, he’d made it into his sixties, he certainly wouldn’t have gotten that heart stent a few years back, so I would probably be widowed by now. If we lived in a third world country, other members of my family would also be missing. Grandma most certainly would never have lived this long. If she’d survived giving birth, surely her asthma, heart attack, stroke, broken bones, and abscessed teeth would have caused her demise. A granddaughter would be absent as well. She’s alive today only because of the surgical intervention of pediatric cardiologists; she wouldn’t have had that kind of care in a developing country. Then again, she might never have been born if her mother hadn’t survived a bout of pneumonia as a girl, something made possible with a simple regimen of antibiotics, so plentiful here and so rare elsewhere. Another grandchild and her mother probably wouldn’t have survived childbirth without the emergency Caesarian section that made a safe birth possible. Of course, that’s assuming my son lived long enough to become a father, something that wouldn’t have happened without the lifesaving surgery for a ruptured spleen he had several years earlier. In many parts of the world, he would have died from internal bleeding. The bout of diarrhea that landed one of my babies in the hospital and on IVs would have been fatal in places like Sierra Leone or Chad. Of course, all this assumes that my husband and I could have lived long enough to have children. Because of readily available medical care and good nutrition, we easily survived bouts of the flu, measles, mumps, chicken pox, strep and other assorted infections and diseases. In a developing country, that wouldn’t have been the case. Because of immunizations, my children and grands, unlike so many children in the third world, will never even have most of those illnesses.

I apologize for moving from the joyful celebration of a birthday to such depressing thoughts. As Christians, however, we can’t turn away from the facts simply because they are unpleasant. It is horrifying that more than 20,000 children die each and every day from the silent killers of poverty, hunger, easily preventable diseases and illnesses, and related causes. One child dies every four seconds; that’s over 7 million deaths a year, with the vast majority occurring in sub-Sahara Africa and South Asia. More than a quarter of all children in developing countries are underdeveloped or stunted; they simply don’t have enough to eat. Add malnutrition to the lack of shelter, medical care and safe water, and you have the recipe for disaster. As Christians, we must take notice. As Christians, we must do something.

Father, forgive us when we turn away from unpleasant truths. Don’t let us take the blessings of shelter, food, clean water, and health care for granted. Guide us as we prayerfully consider what it is we can do to improve the lives of our brothers and sisters both here and abroad. Don’t let us stop at prayer, Lord; empower us to act on your behalf.

If you stop your ears to the cries of the poor, your cries will go unheard, unanswered. [Proverbs 21:13 (MSG)]

Learn to do good. Work for justice. Help the down-and-out. Stand up for the homeless. Go to bat for the defenseless. [Isaiah 1:17 (MSG)]

LET YOUR LIGHT SO SHINE

Then God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. [Genesis 1:3 (NCV)]

You are the light that gives light to the world. A city that is built on a hill cannot be hidden. And people don’t hide a light under a bowl. They put it on a lampstand so the light shines for all the people in the house. In the same way, you should be a light for other people. Live so that they will see the good things you do and will praise your Father in heaven. [Matthew 5:14-16 (NCV)]

We are told to let our lights shine. What do you suppose would happen if we all shone our lights together? As I took photographs during our Christmas Eve service in the park, I saw what happened when 3,700 people lit small candles and held them high. While each individual candle gave off only a little light, the thousands of candles together illuminated the entire park. IMG_1414web

Saturday, I thought of how bright our lights can be when joined together as I read about a food packing event sponsored by Meals of Hope. In a matter of two hours, half a million fortified macaroni and cheese dinners were packed by 2,500 volunteers from fifty-two different organizations.

Acting individually, I suppose each of Wednesday’s 2,500 volunteers could have purchased a 5-pack of mac ‘n cheese at Walmart for $4.50. That, however, would have yielded only 12,500 meals. Each volunteer would have had to purchase forty 5-packs to get 500,000 meals. Let’s face it: few people are likely to donate $180 worth of Kraft® dinners to their local food pantry on the same day. Moreover, those store-bought dinners aren’t as large or as heavily fortified as those provided by Meals of Hope.

I’ll do the math for you. Meals of Hope packed 500,000 dinners, each weighing 12.5 ounces, for a total of 6,250,000 ounces of mac ‘n cheese. The entire event (hall rental, food, packaging, plastic gloves, fork trucks, etc.) cost $125,000 or less than 2 cents per ounce. Those 5-packs of mac ‘n cheese at Walmart cost 12 cents per ounce. If done individually, $750,000 would need to be spent to provide the same amount of food that Meals of Hope did by using group-power. These meals will now be distributed by various accredited food bank partners throughout Southwest Florida.

As Christians, we must keep our individual lights shining bright. When we join forces, however, as we did at the park Christmas Eve and as 2,500 people did last week when packing meals, we can become lighthouses and shine brighter than we ever could imagine. When we unite, when we light our candles as one, we can be a mighty power and change lives. Indeed, the whole can be far greater than the sum of its parts!

We are told to let our light shine, and if it does, we won’t need to tell anybody it does. Lighthouses don’t fire cannons to call attention to their shining—they just shine. [D.L. Moody]

Arise, Jerusalem! Let your light shine for all to see. For the glory of the Lord rises to shine on you. Darkness as black as night covers all the nations of the earth, but the glory of the Lord rises and appears over you. All nations will come to your light; mighty kings will come to see your radiance. [Isaiah 60:1-3 (NLT)]

 

 

IN SPIRIT AND IN TRUTH

Jesus replied, “Believe me, dear woman, the time is coming when it will no longer matter whether you worship the Father on this mountain or in Jerusalem. … But the time is coming—indeed it’s here now—when true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and in truth. The Father is looking for those who will worship him that way. For God is Spirit, so those who worship him must worship in spirit and in truth.” [John 4:21,23-24 (NLT)]

Christmas night we drove through a nearby neighborhood, famed for its holiday display of lights and decorations. A steady stream of cars and golf carts slowly drove through the streets, admiring the over-the-top displays of candy canes, Santa, elves, snowmen, illuminated trees, reindeer, and sleighs. The sounds of holiday songs came from several loudspeakers, cheerful neighbors gathered around outdoor fire-pits roasting marshmallows, and homeowners waved at passersby while shouting holiday greetings. Amidst this wonderland of festive holiday decorations, we noticed a home with a lovely nativity display. What caught my eye, however, was the make-shift altar set up in their side yard. Illuminated only by two candles, a simple cross and a communion set lay on the altar. Family and friends were gathered together in worship, commemorating our Lord’s birth by celebrating in His last supper.

How clearly this scene points out that we are in God’s house and able to worship Him no matter what the setting: even with the strains of “Jingle Bells” heard in the background and surrounded by inflated Santas, snowmen and an endless line of cars. I’ve attended church services at elaborate European cathedrals, simple rural chapels, ski lodges, inner city storefronts, parks,  and the beach. I’ve joined worship in living, dorm and hospital rooms, gyms, drive-ins, suburban mega-churches, and even an indoor skate-board park. I’ve sat on sofas, centuries old pews, folding chairs, picnic benches, and cushy auditorium seats. God was present every time. Where we worship is of no matter; that we worship is! Every place is sacred because God is truly everywhere.

For where two or three gather together as my followers, I am there among them. [Matthew 18:20 (NLT)]

HE CAME FOR US ALL – Christmas Day 2014

ccbc-11-30j-0439redWEBPut on your new nature, and be renewed as you learn to know your Creator and become like him. In this new life, it doesn’t matter if you are a Jew or a Gentile, circumcised or uncircumcised, barbaric, uncivilized, slave, or free. Christ is all that matters, and he lives in all of us. [Colossians 3:10-11 (NLT)]

Most of us probably just skim through those long genealogies found in the Old Testament. Matthew’s gospel, the beginning of the New Testament, also starts with genealogy, and for a very good reason. Since the promised Messiah had to be a descendant of Abraham and from the House of David, Matthew had to go through Jesus’ family tree to firmly establish His lineage. By doing so, he proved that Jesus’ genealogy fulfilled the Old Testament prophecies about the Messiah’s line. What Matthew didn’t have to do was mention women in his list of ancestors. In fact, women were rarely mentioned in genealogy, yet Matthew mentions five of them by name. Moreover, the women mentioned were hardly the type about which a good Jew would boast!

We start with Tamar. The widowed Tamar was done wrong by her father-in-law Judah, so she took matters into her hands and duped him into having sex with her, resulting in the births of Perez and Zerah. That’s a blemish on the family tree, to say the least, but nothing when compared to the next woman mentioned: Rahab. She may have been the heroine who saved Joshua’s spies in Jericho, but she was also a Canaanite prostitute. Now there’s a blot on the pedigree of the Prince of Peace. Ruth is the next woman mentioned. We know her as the widowed woman who accompanied her mother-in-law back to Judah. She was, however, a Moabite. Because they’d opposed the Israelites, her people had been cursed and they were never to be helped. She’s not really the ancestor you’d expect of the man who came to save the Jews. We then come to Bathsheba, the beautiful adulteress, whose husband was murdered by King David. We’ve got the plot line of a soap opera now. We finish with Mary, the mother of Jesus: a poor young girl who became pregnant before marriage!

Matthew mentions only these five women: a woman who used sex to trick a man, a prostitute from Canaan, a cursed Moabite, an adulteress, and an unwed mother! Why them and no one else? There must have been a few upstanding women along the line whose reputations were without blemish. Perhaps Matthew chose to mention them to make clear to us that Jesus came for all people: men and women, rich and poor, strong and weak, honored and disgraced, respectable and notorious, Jews and Gentiles. Sinners all, He came to save each and every one of us and to make us members of the same family! Thank you, God, for the Christmas gift of salvation for all who believe.

 In Christ there is no East or West, In Him no South or North;
But one great fellowship of love Throughout the whole wide earth.
In Him shall true hearts everywhere Their high communion find;
His service is the golden cord, Close binding humankind.
Join hands, then, members of the faith, Whatever your race may be!
Who serves my Father as His child Is surely kin to me.
In Christ now meet both East and West, In Him meet North and South;
All Christly souls are one in Him Throughout the whole wide earth.
[“In Christ There is no East or West” by Will­iam Dunk­er­ley, 1908]

For you are all children of God through faith in Christ Jesus. And all who have been united with Christ in baptism have put on Christ, like putting on new clothes. There is no longer Jew or Gentile, slave or free, male and female. For you are all one in Christ Jesus. And now that you belong to Christ, you are the true children of Abraham. You are his heirs, and God’s promise to Abraham belongs to you. [Galatians 3:26-29 (NLT)]

Wishing you and yours a joy filled holiday.  May the blessings of our Lord shower down upon you.

 

HIS MEGAPHONE

Now I’m glad—not that you were upset, but that you were jarred into turning things around. You let the distress bring you to God, not drive you from him. The result was all gain, no loss. Distress that drives us to God does that. It turns us around. It gets us back in the way of salvation. We never regret that kind of pain. [2 Corinthians 7:9-10a (MSG)]

I admit it; sometimes I’m really foolish! About three weeks ago, I felt pain in my ankle. Hoping it would simply go away, I continued to work out and power walk. When it continued to ache, I tried the old standards of rest, ice, compression, elevation and ibuprofen but there was no improvement. Each morning, I expected a miracle cure and every day I was disappointed. Did I do the obvious thing and call a physician? Of course not! It took nearly three weeks for me to accept that since it wasn’t getting any better, it was only getting worse. I finally went to a doctor and a stress fracture was quickly diagnosed. Now, I get to wear denim leggings and a knee-high inflatable boot cast to holiday parties instead of my new high heels and red party dress!

Back to the “foolish” part: of course, it was unwise of me to delay seeing a physician. I’d even gotten the name of a foot and ankle specialist a week earlier! Moreover, the day I hurt myself, my morning’s reading had referred to pain as God’s megaphone. Apparently, those words did not register! Pain may be His way of getting our attention but God had to shout at me long and hard before I finally listened

There are many who are in excruciating pain and are doing all that is possible to alleviate it; I am not minimizing their suffering. There are, however, many more of us who remain unnecessarily in pain, simply because we aren’t listening to what the pain is telling us and are unwilling to do what we should to relieve it.

We all tend to ignore pain. For me it was a sore ankle, but for others it can be much worse. It may be the pain of a crumbling marriage or death of a loved one, a child’s addiction, severe depression, a lump in one’s breast or tightness in one’s chest, an abusive or co-dependent relationship. Others may ignore the pain of unemployment, an alcoholic spouse, precarious finances, unpaid bills, failing grades or legal difficulties. We foolishly think the pain of these problems will magically disappear if we just ignore them. They won’t! We won’t wake tomorrow suddenly untroubled and unbruised, in a good mood, free of debt or cancer, with a healthy heart, passing grades, or a new job.

Pain is, indeed, God’s megaphone. It is His way of telling us to admit we’re hurting and need help. As we seek God, we need to ask Him what our pain means and what things He expects us to do to improve our condition. God may be telling us to change bad habits, leave abusive or unhealthy relationships, or to stop spending or enabling. We may have to seek medical help or spiritual guidance, start studying or search for ways to get better. Professional help, support groups, counselling or major changes in our behavior and attitudes may be necessary to relieve our pain.

Are you in pain? If so, what might He be saying to you? Is there something He wants you to learn? Is there something He wants you to do? Have you committed the situation to Him? Listen and let Him lead.

Pain insists on being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pain; it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world. [From “The Problem of Pain” by C.S. Lewis]

Mental pain is less dramatic than physical pain, but it is more common and also more hard to bear. The frequent attempt to conceal mental pain increases the burden: it is easier to say “My tooth is aching” than to say “My heart is broken.” [From “The Problem of Pain” by C.S. Lewis]

Show me how you work, God; School me in your ways.  Take me by the hand; Lead me down the path of truth. You are my Savior, aren’t you? [Psalm 25:4-5 (MSG)]

HOLY STROLLERS!

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Be generous: Invest in acts of charity. Charity yields high returns. Don’t hoard your goods; spread them around. Be a blessing to others. This could be your last night. [Ecclesiastes 11:1-2 (MSG)]

I’d like to share a story that is making the rounds on the Internet:

Years ago, a little boy was shocked when his sister told him there was no Santa. Tearfully, he went to his grandmother and told her of his disappointment. She quickly assured him that Santa existed; in fact, she would prove it to him. The two got into her car and drove to the local department store. Instead of visiting the store Santa, as he expected they would, his grandmother gave him $10 and told him to use it to purchase a gift for someone who needed one. Alone in the store, the boy pondered who should get a gift. Finally he decided on Robby, a boy in his classroom. Robby never went out at recess; although he said it was because he had a cough, everyone knew it was because he didn’t have a warm coat. The boy picked out a lovely red coat and brought it to the clerk with his money. He excitedly told her that it was a gift for a boy in his class who didn’t have a coat. She took all of his money and bagged up the coat.

Once home, Grandma removed the price tag, tucked it into her Bible, and helped her grandson box and wrap the coat. That evening the boy and his grandma went to Robby’s house and placed the beautifully packaged gift at the front door, rang the bell and hid behind the bushes. The joy they felt when Robby answered the door and picked up the box convinced the boy that Santa did, indeed, exist and that he and his grandma were on Santa’s team. That little boy is now a grown man. He still has Grandma’s Bible; the coat’s price tag of $19.95 is still in it.

IMG_0984WEBSunday, I saw proof of Santa and the spirit of Christmas when our church provided strollers for a nearby social service agency. (See “WHAT SHOULD WE DO?”) The agency needed at least sixty strollers; our pastor promised one hundred. There were a few Scrooges this morning as the first few strollers rolled in. “Have you priced strollers lately?” someone asked. “How would we ever get one hundred?” asked another. Well, we didn’t get one hundred. We actually got nearly two hundred. Along with strollers, there were gifts of food, toys and diapers. This truly was the spirit of Christmas. Santa is alive and well in south Florida. Praise God!

Christmas is not as much about opening our presents as opening our hearts.  [Janice Maeditere]

 They err who think Santa Claus comes down through the chimney; he really enters through the heart. [Mrs. Paul M. Ell]

Update: Sunday, December 21, our pastor announced that 251 strollers had been donated!