Updates from Language School

First of all, thank you for all your concerns and prayers for the people of Mexico during last week’s earthquake.   We are safe and did not feel the tremor at all while at language school in Guadalajara (about 300 miles from Mexico City).   Our hearts and prayers continue to go out to the people and the country that are so generously hosting us.

Language school is going great.   Maria and I both get two hours of class time each morning with no more than two other students.   We take turns getting an hour of private tutoring in the afternoon.   The boys are in a class with just themselves for two hours a day.   MJ and Naomi go to a Montessori school from 8:30 to 1:00.   We have been learning a lot and enjoyed exploring the area and culture.

Studying with Dad.

Washing the dishes.

 

Street performers based of off indigenous traditions.

View from the hike into a canyon near Guadalajara.

Reason for the hike... volcanic hot springs!

We also got to reunite with a little of Buffalo when we went to visit Chris and Ann Marie Duquin and their children in Ajijic over the weekend!   The town, and mountains, and lake felt like the Adirondacks with the occasional palm tree.  We eventually did figure out the timer on the camera. With the local dogs trying to sniff the shutter, this was the best we got!

The Duquin and Gehl Families

Exploring the Streets of Ajijic.

Colors of the market

More colors

Speaking of markets... Jesus is a horrible economist!  In this past weekend's gospel (Matthew 20:1-16) Jesus shares a parable about a boss who goes to the main square and hires workers in the morning, some more at noon, again some more in the afternoon, and finally another group an hour before the end of the workday.   He then pays them in the opposite order that he employed them, but paying them all the same amount, a full day’s wage.   The workers that worked the whole day, and therefore were paid last, were upset feeling that it was unjust that they were paid the same as those that worked only an hour.   

A critic of more progressive economic structures, perhaps like socialism, might suggest that the next day, people would show up later in the square, hoping to work only a half day or less and hoping to get the full day’s wage.   Eventually all potential workers would show up only at the last hour, hoping to get employed and get paid for a full day of work.   Of course then business would slow down and most likely reach a point where it was no longer sustainable to hire people only for an hour and pay them for a full day.

Having lived in Mexico for the past several months and after exploring various plazas and markets, my imagination creates new images of what this scene and what the people must have looked like.  The question comes to my mind, who were the people that did not get hired till the last hour?   When the boss asked them, “Why do you stand here idle all?” They simply responded, “Because no one has hired us.”   Why did they not get hired earlier in the day?   Maybe they had some kind of handicap that made them undesirable for hire.   Perhaps they were bound to a wheelchair or some other physical calamity, had an addiction, or struggled with a mental illness. Their usefulness was in question to the point where they were perceived as more of a hindrance to most potential employers.

Señor Juan

As we encounter these individuals, as we learn their names, their stories, and come to know them, and even consider them friends, I am forced to have a new perspective.   The morning we were leaving General Cepeda for Guadalajara, I was taking garbage to the corner when I heard Señor Juan call to me asking for help.   Of course Señor Juan, didn't know who I was.   Seriously, he didn't know I was a missionary.   He didn't know I was white or an American.  He didn't know if I was a man or a woman, if I was an adult or a child.   He couldn't...  Señor Juan is blind.   He needed to get to the Presidencia, the local town hall or municipal building, about 100 yards from the corner he was standing at.  I figured out that either a family member or friend had dropped him off and for some reason did not take him the rest of the way.   He was standing at the corner waiting for anyone to pass him so he could ask for help.  

It took me a while to figure out what exactly he wanted, but eventually I figured it out, I took him by the hand and walked him the rest of the way.   Of course this was September 16, the Mexican Independence Day, so everything was closed.   After another fifteen minutes of communicating, I figured out that he didn't need a ride back to his house.   Which is good, because I have no idea how a blind man would give me directions.   "Turn here" and "Go past the next green house" don't really work.  Fortunately he only needed a help to the Comedor.  (A "restaurant" that provides free meals for the sick and elderly.)   As we walked this time, I noticed his slow gate was partially due to his blindness, but also due to the poor condition of his shoes.   I asked him how were his feet, he said good, but that his shoes were a little old.  That was an understatement.   I judged the rough size of his feet and told him that I may have a pair that would fit him.  I was able to direct him to the short concrete wall to sit (see the above picture) while I went and grabbed the shoes.   Images of feet washing flashed through my mind I unlaced his old shoes and revealed his dry and cracked sockless feet.  Praise the Lord the shoes were a perfect fit.   Señor Juan was so excited and proud to feel his new shoes and try them out as we walked to the Comedor.

Would I be willing to sacrifice and work a whole day, just to do enough work so that both Señor Juan and I could get a full day's wage?   How could I say no?   From an economic perspective, is it fair or just... no.  Jesus' teachings on divine economics doesn't make sense from any business or economic stand point.   Their utility is questionable for both capitalism and socialism.   But for the Kingdom of God, for sake of the virtues of generosity, love of neighbor, and mercy, they are beyond reproach.  Governments, social structures, economic systems perhaps can lead to a just and fair society, but they cannot, in themselves, change the heart, nor make a person generous or virtuous.   This is the realm of conversion and morals.   When I encounter another person, am I open to hearing their story?  Am I willing to let the reality of that person change who I am, my outlook on life and the world, the decisions that I make, and increase my capacity to love?  

The Kingdom of God is neither fair nor just.   I don't deserve it.   I can't earn it.   In fact in my brokenness and weaknesses, I fall drastically short of God's love.   But that is exactly the point... the love of God is a gift.  His mercy... a gift.   I just have to acknowledge how much I need it and accept it.   And His love and mercy invites me to change my life so I can increase my capacity to receive more.   The wages given to the workers that only labored for one hour received a gift that they didn't earn either.   They only needed to accept it.

As Christians, we are called to be like Christ, we must then also ask the question, how can I be more generous and merciful?   How can I be more like Christ?   Who are the undesirables, the useless ones.  They are the ones that no one sought to hire, the unseen and forgotten.   Spiritually speaking, who are the ones bound to a wheelchair with some calamity... maybe an addiction, or a mental illness.  Maybe a former convict that has served his time and despite his desire and ability to now be a meaningful member of society, is scarred by an unjust reputation and stigma.  Maybe a person that was a religious, racial, or social outcast.   But I know this, Jesus would seek them out and hire them even for just the last hour of the day.   What if Jesus desires to seek them out and hire them through me?  Through you?

 

Facing Challenges... Languages, Ropes, and the Future

(See below to see how Aron did!)

Language barriers.  They are a real thing.  But how badly do we need language school really?  It has been decades since my first epic language mistake on that mission trip in college.  After mixing up a couple of similar sounding words and topping it off with a false cognate for the win it can’t get much worse, right?  (If you haven’t heard that story yet ask my father-in-law, he loves telling it.)  We have been calling General Cepeda home now for a while, and due to a couple of new babies born in to team General Cepeda we are finally getting to spend a couple of weeks in language school.  Most new missionaries hit language school right out of the gate before arriving at their post, but that wasn’t the plan the Lord had for us.   We spent three weeks here in November, one month in February, and have logged another 3 and an half months here since Rebekah was born.  After a grand total of easily 5 months immersed in the land of sombreros and fiestas, how badly do we really need language school?

When we first got here, I remember feeling completely lost.  Without realizing it I developed a habit of using the two phrases that came the most easily, “Si” and “Muy Bien.”   Too often I would use those phrases to express that I understood, not that I agreed.  I have seen it in the states in the past, picture a sweet oriental man clearly not understanding a word you say but smiling and nodding as you speak, “Yes, Yes, very good”.  That. Is.  Me.  I say it because I agree, or because I understand and I am excited about it, or because I have no idea what is being said and I just want to keep the “conversation” moving along.

There have been more than a few linguistic train wrecks here.  I will just share a few of them.   In February when I went to the bakery to get bread for a dinner we were having with two other missionary families.  The bread wasn’t ready when I got there, and Elijah, Naomi and I hung out at the bakery for over 45 minutes waiting with another woman and her little boy.  The whole time I wasn’t sure if the bread was actually still baking, or if we were just being exceptionally social and would leave without bread.  The baker, Sarita, explained what was happening but I just had no idea what she said.  Amazingly, we did eventually get bread.   It took so long that as I left the bakery I met up with Josh along with the husbands from the other two families.  The three of them were walking like they were on a serious mission.  Ends up the got worried and had come to save us.

There was another time I went to the market, and while I was there I was supposed to buy new garrafones of water.  I rehearsed in my head while I waited in line “Seis garrafones de agua, por favor,” and “los retornables est en el trucko”.   So when I got to the register I was able to communicate I wanted 6 garrafones.  But she asked a question, it could have been as simple as “do you need help carrying them to the car?” but I couldn’t understand.  And she tried a few times but couldn’t communicate the question.  We were both laughing, both confused, and I left the store without buying water.

Both those things happened early in our adventures here.  I had someone recently say to me “You have been there a few months, you are pretty much fluent by now…right?”  Mmmmhmmm….

Just a couple of weeks ago I needed to buy some screws and nails from the hardware store for a toddler sized bed I was making.  I want to Javier’s on the corner and with the help of Google translate I was going to get what I needed. (Any vocabulary outside of normal ministry stuff is completely lost on me)  How hard could it be…right?  Here is a loose translation of our conversation….

Me:  Hello Javier, how are you?

Javier: Very good, thanks be to God.  [He had an amused smile on his face, he must have been remembering the time I went in trying to ask for sand bags…]

Me:  Do you have some screws?

Javier: Yes, [and a question with a bunch of words I didn’t understand]

Me:  I need screws, for wood.

Javier:  Yes [more questions I still don’t understand, slightly louder]

Me:  I have wood, I need some screws.  For wood.  [Also unintentionally louder, because that helps.]

Javier:  Yes [insert more words, and some had motions that show he is wondering how what size]

Me:  Oh, yes!  This.  [Motioning to the length]

Javier:  Good.  One moment.  [he goes and gets one]  This?  How many?

Me:  [Thrilled I understand, I throw out a number.  Not really a thought out number.  I didn’t actually count how many I needed ahead of time, I assumed I would just buy a package.  And I am horrible at numbers in Spanish when I am on the spot.  So I threw out a number.  He came back with what looked like enough for the job, so feeling foolishly victorious I moved on to my next request.  I consult Google translate]  Can I have some nails too please?

Javier: [Repeats the word I used, looks at me confused]

Me:  [Reconsult Google translate, realize I used the word for fingernail, not construction nails.  I correct myself.] Nails.  For hammers.  For wood.

Javier:  [Laughing at this point, grabs a handful of nails, throws them in the bag]

In retrospect, that conversation could have gone so much worse.  So maybe language school is still a good idea, right? 

Those humbling experiences aside, there have been many other times when (by the grace of God) I have actually been able to communicate.  One time in particular that stands out to me was when a woman named Laticia came to the house to join us for prayer and adoration.  When she was finished with her personal prayer and was getting ready to leave I stopped her to talk with her a bit and pray with her.  Somehow, we were able to have a 20-minute conversation.  I was able to understand her prayer intentions, and I was able to minister to her in Spanish as easily as I would have in English.  I can only chalk those experiences up to the Holy Spirit.  

I know that as long as we are doing our best the Lord will fill in what we are lacking in language where He needs.  But outside of those instances He keeps me humble.  So yes, we need language school now more than ever.  I am ready to not sound like a two year old when I speak.  (But I imagine the rest of General Cepeda will still get plenty of comic relief at my expense.)

On a side note, we had our family retreat over the weekend.  It was such a blessed weekend.  At the last minute the Lord gave us a house in San Antonio to spend the weekend in through a friend’s friend’s mom’s friend’s mother-in-law.  (I am not exaggerating, that was the connection.)  It was more beautiful and perfect than we could have even imagined.  I had to laugh, due to well water and a septic system we still couldn’t drink the water or flush the toilet paper even though we were in the States.  We felt perfectly at home!  Seriously, the fact that a family that had never met us was willing to allow us to use their family’s getaway house for the weekend was such an immense blessing!  The house had enough beds for all of us, and it back up to the Guadeloupe River.  It was absolutely incredible.  The kids loved swimming in the river and they spent hours in the kayaks.  We were able to really enjoy each other as a family, and the Lord was able to speak loudly and clearly on the next steps He has planned.  We will share more details on the retreat later.  There is still more for us to pray through.   Please continue to pray for us.   Thank you all so much for your prayers!!!  

Rebekah chillin' in a hammock

Elijah's first day of his online class!

What a year can do

This week has me feeling extremely nostalgic.  It was one year ago when we packed up the red suburban and left Buffalo, NY on our journey south.  It is crazy how one year can feel like just yesterday and at the same time a lifetime ago.  I want to just share with you what I see when I look at the past year.

Sending off party with family and friends in WNY.

The first thing that comes to mind is it was one year ago that my mom, Darlene, was diagnosed with breast cancer, and this week she finished her final chemo treatment!!!  Thank you so so much for all of your prayers for her!!

Mom with my "twin sister" Vicki.

Of course it was just over a year ago that we realized we had sweet Rebekah on the way, what a beautiful gift from the Lord she is to us!  I am constantly grateful that the Lord knows exactly what will bless us the most, and he gave us this sweet sweet baby.  One year ago I had no idea just how much joy the Lord was preparing in this sweet little package.

A year ago we were excited about missions, knew the Lord was calling us to give of ourselves, we knew it would be difficult, but we knew it would be glorious.  I no longer plan my next step by what I can or cannot do, but I know look to see what the Lord is asking and just keep pushing forward.  I know that if I am exhausted the Lord will give me just enough energy to do his will, if I have to communicate He will give me just enough words, if I have too much on my plate He will give me just enough time (and often a companion to help!!).  A year has taught me a little more how to look at the Lord's strength, not mine.

A year in has shown me the blessing of all of you journeying with us.  I see even more now just how steadfast your friendships are, how you continue to walk with us, pray for us, love us, and support us.  I can't tell you how much my heart aches to spend time with everyone back home.  Your steady love and support despite the miles and with such little communication mans more to me (and the rest of the family) than you will ever know.

On the flip side, this year has shown me how good the Lord is on his promise when he said "everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother...or fields for my sake will receive a hundred times as much".  Over this past year we have been blessed to get to know so many more people that we will forever love as part of our FMC family.  (And we literally hosted 100+ people total in our home through June and July, He wasn't kidding when He listed the returns in the 100's).

A year has changed the way I pray.  I see my weaknesses and shortcomings more clearly.  I know I don't deserve His mercy, and I certainly am not equipped to be His missionary, but I have Jesus who walks by me step by step.  He could share His love with others in a way that is more efficient, through someone who knows the culture, the language, and the way of life here, but He chose me, he chose my family because that will show his Glory so much more clearly because we are such an unlikely choice for the job.  So when I pray I am clinging to the One who walks with me, who knows the plan and will share it with me one step at a time.  When I pray I am even more honest with the Lord than I was before.  I can share exactly what my struggles are, exactly what is on my heart without reservation.  I learned that with my completely honest prayers (and sometimes tears) He can do so much more work in me and through me than if I came to him with prayers that sound like I feel like they should sound.

A year has changed the way I see people and my surroundings.  I learned to listen closer to people.  Not speaking the language here has changed how I observe what is going on around me.  When I can't understand the words I find I look in to people's eyes more to try and understand them.  I observe more of what and who is nearby.  I pay more attention to the moods of individual people and of the crowds.  I am more aware of who is doing what nearby.  I don't do these things because I am nervous, I do them because I want to learn, to get to know the people here.  I observe because there is so much to understand, and we have only just begun.  I observe because when I am truly looking around the Lord can show me who he wants to reach out to through me, and He can only do that if I can see everyone around me as someone who may need to experience God's love through us.

A year has changed the way I write my to-do lists.  I always write my lists as options, knowing full well the Lord has been given permission to direct my days.  Some days those lists are checked off, but the best days are the ones when the Lord's list for the day looks way different than mine.  Those are the days I am so thankful for this life where the Spirit can blow where He wills and we get swept in to a little part of that plan.

This year has even changed me a little physically.  I have gotten accustomed to living at a high altitude, in the desert, in the heat, where the sun is stronger than I have ever experienced before.  (I am a little nervous for what Buffalo will feel like in December, we are praying that the heated blanket back there still works).  I have walked more miles with the stroller than ever before.  I laugh now whenever I read Romans 10:15 that says "how beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news."  (Saint Paul certainly knew what wearing sandals in a desert climate would do to our feet.  It may have been a tongue-in-cheek kind of statement.)

With all of these experiences over the past year I overwhelmingly thankful.  Thankful for our family and friends.  Thankful for all the miracles we have see the Lord work.  Thankful the Lord is so patient with me as He tries to teach me.  Thankful that we have Heaven to look forward to where we will understand the answers to all the "Whys", where there are no more injustices, where there aren't miles separating us, and those we love are all sharing the same banquet with us.  I am thankful for today and this crazy and amazing journey the Lord has us on, and how much He shows His immense love to us.

Please pray for us this coming week, we will be taking a 3 day family retreat to pray for direction for where the Lord is directing our mission work for this upcoming year.  Know you all are in our prayers constantly!!  Thank you for sharing this journey with us!

Mercy for all... except the piñatas. We hate the piñatas.

Happy birthday to our Maria Juanita (MJ).   She turns five today!  No Mexican birthday is complete without a mermaid piñata.

MJ and Erika (daughter of another missionary family) and the piñata.

MJ with new fabric for a flowy skirt.

A new cute pet plant!

Sparkly canopy for a princess bunk-bed.  (Sorry boys it is going in your room.)

Now a story of seeing God answering a prayer.

Early this past week I was in the pews of the parish during a Spanish prayer meeting being run by some of the other missionaries.  I found myself praying and asking God what can I offer?  What can I give Him and to His people?   I felt God say, look up Mark 8:6.   "He ordered the crowd to sit down on the ground. Then, taking the seven loaves he gave thanks, broke them, and gave them to his disciples to distribute, and they distributed them to the crowd."   (From the feeding of the multitudes.)

I don't need to have much to offer.  I just have to give the little I can and let God do the rest.

Okay God that was pretty direct.   Can you do it again?   Matthew 13:8 came to mind, so I looked it up too.   "But some seed fell on rich soil, and produced fruit, a hundred or sixty or thirtyfold." (From the parable of the sower.)   God is the one that blesses our work.  In fact it isn't even our work, it is God's.   We are just His instruments.   We are called to be faithful, not successful.   Success and the fruit is determined by God, not us.

Hedionda is about a 30 minute drive from General Cepeda.

On Wednesday we went to La Hedionda. (And yes, for those that know Spanish, it does mean "the stink.")  Hedionda was an ejido that we visited during some of the short-term trips and we feel in love with the people and the faith.   It did not take much for the chapel to fill when there were prayer services.   And in the Mexico, it is rare to see men in chapels or at church.   It tends to be women and children.   But here, men of all ages, teenagers through grandfathers show up!

The people of Hedionda praying over a missionary about to share a testimony.

Hedionda is actually two locations, an ejido, known as Hedionda Chica, and a private hacienda (farm) known as Hedionda Grande.   Of course Chica is the bigger or the two.   Go figure.   And yes that does mean that their names would be translated "little stink" and "big stink."  Both have chapels.   We had been going to the chapel at the ejido, and driving people from the hacienda to join us.  The people of hacienda had invited us to their chapel too.   So we decided to mix it up.

The point to the left is Hedionda Chica, the ejido, and Hedionda Grande, the hacienda, is the point labelled "unnamed road."

In preparing for the prayer service Wednesday evening, I felt the nudge to preach on the Gospel reading for the day, Matthew 18:15-20.

Jesus said to his disciples:
"If your brother sins against you,
go and tell him his fault between you and him alone.
If he listens to you, you have won over your brother.
If he does not listen,
take one or two others along with you,
so that every fact may be established
on the testimony of two or three witnesses.
If he refuses to listen to them, tell the Church.
If he refuses to listen even to the Church,
then treat him as you would a Gentile or a tax collector.
Amen, I say to you,
whatever you bind on earth shall be bound in heaven,
and whatever you loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.
Again, amen, I say to you, if two of you agree on earth
about anything for which they are to pray,
it shall be granted to them by my heavenly Father.
For where two or three are gathered together in my name,
there am I in the midst of them."

When praying on the passage what struck me was the line, "treat him as you would a Gentile or a tax collector."   It has always sounded to me that Jesus is saying, if it reaches this point, wash your hands of them.   Forget about them and write them off.   But wait, this is Matthew's Gospel.   Matthew was a tax collector.   And how did Jesus treat him?   He pursued Matthew.   He broke bread with Matthew and sat at table with him.   In fact Jesus caused a little bit of a scandal to the point that others started questioning the disciples when Jesus called Matthew to follow him. "Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and sinners, " (Matthew 9:11).   And Jesus responds, "Those who are well do not need a physician, but the sick do. Go and learn the meaning of the words, 'I desire mercy, not sacrifice.' I did not come to call the righteous but sinners," Matthew 9:12-13).   Jesus' mercy and ministry knows no bounds.   He seeks out the lost and broken, offering mercy to all.   As Christians, we are all called to do the same and to follow Jesus' example.   This isn't just a suggestion, but it is something that we profess and pray.  "Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us."

In fact Matthew 18:15-20 is sandwiched smack between two parables of God's mercy.   Before, in Matthew 18:10-14, is the parable of lost sheep and the shepherd who leaves the ninety-nine to find the one.   Then in Matthew 18:21-35 is the parable of the unforgiving servant, where a servant is forgiven a huge debt due to his master, but is unwilling to forgive another servant who owes him only a little.

We are called to show mercy!   God desires to show mercy to even those who seem the most lost and most corrupt.   Tax collectors were considered scum and traitors to the people of Israel.   And yet who does Jesus seek out?   Who in our families, our communities, our churches, work places, etc. have we written off?   Of whom have we washed our hands?   Who are the people that we see in our towns, walking on the streets, that we just assume never see again and cast judgment?   I don't know if I can let Christ's love and His sacrifice on the Cross be in vain.  We are all called to be missionaries!   We are called to bring God's mercy to all!

I then felt led to lead those in gathered in prayer.   To pray for the grace to show God's mercy, for a out pouring of the Holy Spirit.   For those who have never experienced God's love, that they would have that encounter.   And for those who have, that they would discover God's love for them anew.   The whole church was on its knees.  Praise you Jesus!   We then prayed the Lord's Prayer, with hands reached across the aisles and gave the sign of peace to everyone else present.

Afterwards, we learned from some of the gentlemen just how much the Lord was working and the appropriateness of the theme for the evening.  For the past several years their have tensions and injuries between the two Hediondas over land and water.  The people of the hacienda have been pressured and hurt by the people of the ejido for not selling their land and water.   Their property has been in the family for the past four or five generations.   Their children have been bullied in school and they have been cast out.   There is need for mercy and forgiveness on both sides.   The fact that people from both chapels came, that all were all their knees in prayer, that hands were grasped during the Our Father, just makes everything so much more incredible.   Thank you Holy Spirit for working!

On Thursday, we had Fr. Humberto, the pastor of the parish, over for breakfast with our community.   During the discussion, we asked permission to make the Hediondas our ranchos that we will visit weekly.   We told him that we wanted to alternate between the two chapels week to week and that we have been impressed by the faith of the people.   He said yes!   God is so good!   He takes the little we have to offer and makes something beautiful!

Maria takes her piñata-ing very seriously.   No mercy for the mermaid.

Perfectly Imperfect- This Beautiful Mess

This past weekend we were at the North American FMC Summit in Saltillo, Mexico.  In FMC there are three regional Summits a year, usually in Mexico for North America.   The South American Summit is normally in Peru, and in the Philippines host the Asian Summit.  We were joined by four other Mexican missionary families, a Mexican single, two missionary families from Costa Rica, two singles from the US and the directors of FMC, Joseph and Brooke Summers, and their four boys.   It was a blessed time of fellowship, prayer and formation.

We were reminded through this year’s theme Como nos ama, or “How he loves,” that Jesus loves us because we are perfect.   Because we never sin; we never make mistakes; we never hurt others.   Because we are completely and totally qualified for the tasks and vocations to which He has called us.  That is also why He has called us to become missionaries.  We are perfect!   Perfect for the job!  

NO!

If there is any perfection in my life, it is that I am perfectly imperfect.   It is nice to know that I am in the good company of a long list of imperfect people called by God… Abraham, Moses, David, the prophets, Peter, Paul.   All of them screwed up and were unqualified yet God called them nevertheless for some mission.   The nation of Israel was “nothing special.”   Not only were they NOT (sorry for the double negative) the greatest of nations, but they were a nation of slaves!   And yet God saw them in their oppression and brokenness, in their physical and spiritual bondage, and He chose them.

Last Friday’s first reading from mass captures so this beautifully…

Moses said to the people:
"Ask now of the days of old, before your time,
ever since God created man upon the earth;
ask from one end of the sky to the other:
Did anything so great ever happen before?
Was it ever heard of?
Did a people ever hear the voice of God
speaking from the midst of fire, as you did, and live?
Or did any god venture to go and take a nation for himself
from the midst of another nation,
by testings, by signs and wonders, by war,
with his strong hand and outstretched arm, and by great terrors,
all of which the LORD, your God,
did for you in Egypt before your very eyes?
All this you were allowed to see
that you might know the LORD is God and there is no other.
Out of the heavens he let you hear his voice to discipline you;
on earth he let you see his great fire,
and you heard him speaking out of the fire.
For love of your fathers he chose their descendants
and personally led you out of Egypt by his great power,
driving out of your way nations greater and mightier than you,
so as to bring you in
and to make their land your heritage, as it is today.
This is why you must now know, and fix in your heart,
that the LORD is God in the heavens above and on earth below,
and that there is no other.
You must keep his statutes and commandments which I enjoin on you today,
that you and your children after you may prosper,
and that you may have long life on the land
which the LORD, your God, is giving you forever."

                                                            Deuteronomy 4:32-40

He loves us because we are so capable of making a mess!   Often we don’t know what we are doing, yet we are called.   We have to rely entirely on the Lord.   And in this way we can take none of the glory for ourselves, the glory is entirely and completely God’s.   A good missionary friend, Thomas Ogas, recently reminded me of Pope Francis’ message when he gave us and the church permission to try and not to be afraid to make a mess of things.

“If you make a mistake in your life, if you should fall, if you should do something wrong, don’t be afraid. Jesus, look at what I have done, what must I now do? Speak continually with Jesus, in the good times and in the bad, when you do right, and when you do wrong. Do not fear him! This is prayer. And through this, you train yourselves in dialogue with Jesus, in this path of being missionary disciples.”  Pope Francis World Youth Day 2013 in Rio de Janeiro.

A beautiful purple marker mess.

As missionaries, as disciples, as missionary disciples, we all need to try, to breakout of our molds, our perceived limitations and comforts, we need to make a mess and sometime fail all for the sake of being faithful to what God is calling us.   We need to be willing to be foolish for Christ.

Shortly after the Summit, Pepito, a good friend and aspiring missionary who also attended the Summit sent us a message.   His mother and younger sister were in a car accident on the expressway in Saltillo.   Their car rolled four times over the distance of about twenty to thirty yards.   Please pray for them.   Doctors say that they will be all right, but they are very sore and his mom is wearing a neck brace and will be in the hospital for a while.   When I first saw Pepito and before we knew the status, he was obviously upset, scared, and nervous.   My initial response and in my weakness, I was so aware of my inability to say and give any verbal comfort.   I felt as if my hands were chopped off.   I knew that best thing to say was, “I’m sorry.  I don’t know what to say.”   And I didn’t even know how to really say that in Spanish.   In my feelings of inadequacy, all I could do was be there with him, let him cry, place my hand on his shoulder, and silently pray.   Of course, anyone that has ever grieved or taken a course in counseling or pastoral care would say that ironically that is exactly what Pepito needed.   I had to step aside and let God work.  In my feelings of emptiness, God was able to use me to give what was required.

Our friend Pepito with Josh and Naomi.

 

I am perfectly imperfect for this job and mission.   I am going to make a mess and make mistakes in my ministries, friendship, family and community.  But this is where God is calling me, for His greater glory.