On the balcony of my condo, a bird's nest has appeared. I know nothing about birds so I wouldn't presume to even guess what kind of birds have taken residence with me. I had the pleasure of watching the mother bird feed her 3 babies. God paints a beautiful story in Creation that I'm eager to share! These 3 little birds, unable to fly or feed themselves stretched their necks heavenward for a long length of time as the mother flew back and forth from gathering food to feeding. There they sat, chirping, necks stretched back, and mouths open wide. I wouldn't describe the babies as patient. In fact, at times, they were quite the opposite. Regardless of the mother's presence, their heads remained focused upward and their mouths remained open anticipating food.
What a parallel for Christian discipleship! Like these little birds, new babes in Christ often begin with robust appetites--it is an almost desperate hunger. I pray we always maintain such a hunger for the things of God. Though starving, new believers have not yet learned to feed themselves. So, they crane their necks with mouths open waiting anxiously to be fed. The wise and mature recognize that these babes are not yet ready for solid food. As Paul explains to the Corinthians, "I gave you milk, not solid food, for you were not yet ready for it" (1 Corinthians 3:2). Here, on my balcony, I witnessed the same wisdom in this mother bird. Knowing solid food would not feed her children, she first found the food, ate it, digested it and then regurgitated it to her babes. It's interesting that this regurgitated nutrition looks very much like milk!! The point is rather direct: in discipleship (feeding the hungry), we must first seek the truth, receive it as truth, internalize and live it, and then offer it to the hungry. We must know the truth (digest it) before we can spread the truth (regurgitate it).
One day, these little birds will learn to fly and they will be able to feed themselves. I've heard that mother birds sometimes push their babies out of the nest to teach them to fly. This is true spiritually, as well! As they grow into adult birds, there will come a time when they, too, will feed babes. It is a continuous cycle--discipleship. We disciple, the discipled disciple, and so on. This is Kingdom growth demonstrated throughout Creation.
Truly, God is everywhere and in all things. Therefore, His message is everywhere and in all things for those willing to see it. "For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood through what has been made, so that they are without excuse" (Romans 1:20). I love it!
P.S. At one point, both mother and father were feeding the babes at the same time. Hurrah to partnership!
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Tribute to the Gardner
In dry and barren soil, a withering flower wrestles for life with the greedy and selfish weeds that consume all that is bright and colorful. The weeds have taken root and taken over. With blades of shadow, they block the warmth and nourishment of sun and rain. Snakes and all things that creep and crawl move freely throughout this dark skeleton of a garden keeping all that might seek life cowering where they lie. What will become of this little flower trapped with no chance of freedom in sight? How can it hope without knowing for what (or for whom) to hope? There it sits, wilted and weeping.
Surely roots dig deeper than the surface, thinks the little flower. Surely color is meant to be brilliant. Why can I not lift my head to search for light? My stem is weak and bent, my blossom droops, my nectar is dry, and my petals fall as tears on the dusty earth. Is this life?
There is a man watching this little flower. Who is He to care for the wilted and colorless? Trowel in hand, the man brushes aside the weeds, thistles, and thorns and begins to dig despite the blood that is drawn from his hands. A cool breeze blows through the darkness; the snakes slither away. He uproots the flower with a smile and gently places it in the pouch of His apron. Wiping the sweat from His brow, He begins to whistle a lively tune as if some victory had been won after a fierce battle.
He walks with purpose away from the dead garden and toward a greater land of heaven and earth. After traveling a distance, He kneels on the soft, plush ground of a garden filled with beauty and bells. He pulls out His trowel and begins to dig again. Carefully, He removes the flower from the cradle of His apron and places it in new soil, a new garden. There is instant stimulation as moist, fertile soil hugs the roots and covers the base of the flower. Its roots become alive drinking in health. The man pats the earth around the flower, still whistling, ensuring it is snug and safely planted.
What is this new energy racing through my veins? Oh, wait! What is this? Coolness! How refreshing is the fresh water He pours down rinsing away the dust and stain of darkness and decay. I am clean! Color is returning to my blossom and. . .there! There it is! The sun. I see it! I feel it! Shine down on me! I am reaching for you! May my face never be out of its sight. . or HIs. I see HIm smiling. Do I bring Him pleasure? There are so many other flowers in this garden of color and light. Do we all bring Him pleasure? We must. I can tell by the way He stands back and looks upon us with a grin of satisfaction after a job well done. This must be His garden.
There in the garden, the rolling color of life rings bells of freedom. The sound is glorious and the sight is breathtaking. Every plant, flower, shrub, and tree is ideally planted. All shapes, colors, and sizes grow in harmony together creating a world of beauty. It is good and it is kept. For when the weeds break surface, the Gardner is there; when it is the season to prune, the Gardner is there; when water is scarce or the sun is hot and burning, the Gardner is there. For all things, He is there to meet every need to keep His garden healthy and growing.
What gentle hands of strength and love! I will grow toward Him; He is my light and my nourishment. I love Him because His love has saved me.
Surely roots dig deeper than the surface, thinks the little flower. Surely color is meant to be brilliant. Why can I not lift my head to search for light? My stem is weak and bent, my blossom droops, my nectar is dry, and my petals fall as tears on the dusty earth. Is this life?
There is a man watching this little flower. Who is He to care for the wilted and colorless? Trowel in hand, the man brushes aside the weeds, thistles, and thorns and begins to dig despite the blood that is drawn from his hands. A cool breeze blows through the darkness; the snakes slither away. He uproots the flower with a smile and gently places it in the pouch of His apron. Wiping the sweat from His brow, He begins to whistle a lively tune as if some victory had been won after a fierce battle.
He walks with purpose away from the dead garden and toward a greater land of heaven and earth. After traveling a distance, He kneels on the soft, plush ground of a garden filled with beauty and bells. He pulls out His trowel and begins to dig again. Carefully, He removes the flower from the cradle of His apron and places it in new soil, a new garden. There is instant stimulation as moist, fertile soil hugs the roots and covers the base of the flower. Its roots become alive drinking in health. The man pats the earth around the flower, still whistling, ensuring it is snug and safely planted.
What is this new energy racing through my veins? Oh, wait! What is this? Coolness! How refreshing is the fresh water He pours down rinsing away the dust and stain of darkness and decay. I am clean! Color is returning to my blossom and. . .there! There it is! The sun. I see it! I feel it! Shine down on me! I am reaching for you! May my face never be out of its sight. . or HIs. I see HIm smiling. Do I bring Him pleasure? There are so many other flowers in this garden of color and light. Do we all bring Him pleasure? We must. I can tell by the way He stands back and looks upon us with a grin of satisfaction after a job well done. This must be His garden.
There in the garden, the rolling color of life rings bells of freedom. The sound is glorious and the sight is breathtaking. Every plant, flower, shrub, and tree is ideally planted. All shapes, colors, and sizes grow in harmony together creating a world of beauty. It is good and it is kept. For when the weeds break surface, the Gardner is there; when it is the season to prune, the Gardner is there; when water is scarce or the sun is hot and burning, the Gardner is there. For all things, He is there to meet every need to keep His garden healthy and growing.
What gentle hands of strength and love! I will grow toward Him; He is my light and my nourishment. I love Him because His love has saved me.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Love's Response. . .
I had an amazing encounter with God that I've been waiting all week to share. National Fine Arts is NOT just for kids! I want to share a moment in God's love that demonstrates a growing union.
There is a special security and warmth from knowing you are loved. I don't mean from being liked or admired or desired. I mean loved, truly loved. We take this word for granted. In true love there is no fear. We read of this often enough from John (1 Jn 4:18). If you're like me, perhaps you've spent hours or even days meditating on the kind of love in which fear has no place. Is it possible to know this kind of love? Can our fragile hearts beating in desperate response to a war-torn world even comprehend it? Can our minds consumed with doubt ever receive it?
In this love, there is no fear of rejection or abandonment. It is a love so powerful and mighty that nothing can separate its union: neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord (Rom 8:38-39).
It is a consuming love: breath is lost by the magnanimity of God's grace! Words will always fail to describe the love of God. It cannot be spoken and understood. It can only be known in the intimate moments of silence when God speaks and we tremble. In this love, there is no doubt because there is assurance of His presence. It is more than a feeling. It is knowledge and it is trust! Cutting to the heart of trust, I wonder how we can ever doubt God, His will, our circumstance, our future, etc. How can we ever be anxious? How can we fear? His love is unfailing. I say that with excitement as much as I say it matter-of-factly. His love is unfailing. But alas! We are not. We are human and living in a world shrouded by doubt and fear. Yet, He never fails to remind us of His love. It is in all that He does and is echoed in the scriptures for those who are willing to see and receive.
God's love is a supernatural gift, one that comes at a great cost: life. You see, my friends, the purest love requires sacrifice--sacrifice of self. I started my journey a little over three years ago painfully pondering how love relates to sacrifice, specifically the greatest sacrifice. When God stilled the violence and fear of my mind, His love manifested in the beauty of the cross. "Do you see how much I love you?" I will treasure that moment when God first spoke. Ever since, my journey has been an awakening of God's unfailing love. The story I'm about to describe is a moment in time when His love was revealed. It has meaning only to me, but I hope that in sharing it will encourage the faith of others.
One week ago, God kissed my brow in the gentlest and most affirming love. I bow in reverence to His majesty and faithfulness. In fact, I am still in awe. In the beginning moments of our first National Fine Arts service, I found myself distracted, unable to focus, and therefore unable to rest in the presence of God. I knew what was happening as I'd been in that spiritually dark place before. I also knew the negative ramifications if this battle were lost, so I fought. I prayed to hear from God, to feel His embrace, and I asked Him a specific question. The question is not relevant, only that you know it was asked. It was an intentional process to regain focus through the service. We made it and I captured some valuable nuggets of wisdom. After the last worship song, before the house lights came up, a woman, a stranger to me, but not to God, approached. She grabbed both my shoulders, pulled me near, and whispered a word from the mouth of God. She spoke the answer to my question fulfilling my request. Again, the answer isn't relevant to this post for it is between Him and me. What is worthy of glory is the response of love. I'm not sure He revealed Himself because I needed Him to or even because I asked. He came because I trusted Him to come. I trusted His love for me. I silenced my soul and my mind and waited for Him. There was neither fear nor doubt because I’m known to Him and Him to me. Similarly, the stranger also demonstrated a measure of trust. What battle of fear did she undergo walking up to a stranger speaking words of little meaning? She trusted God for the meaning and was obedient to His direction. Perhaps in perfect love, there is no fear because there is trust.
This story is but a shadow at the feet of devotion. As I write this post, God has whispered a greater beauty into existence. The sweetest joy is not in the message He sent, though it is of significance to me personally. The greater victory is in the exchange itself, in the trust of a maturing relationship. Three years ago, God knocked (Rev 3:20). I cracked opened the door, peered around the edge, and witnessed the beauty of God. Yet, the chains on the door were thick and rusted. Fear kept God at arm’s length. Today, the chains are gone and the door is open. No longer is God standing on the threshold knocking to enter. No longer am I bound. He has come in and together we reside growing in unity and love. Together, we are overcoming fear and doubt--darkness dissipates as He takes over. Love’s greatest response: consummation, the fulfilling completion of God in us.
There is a special security and warmth from knowing you are loved. I don't mean from being liked or admired or desired. I mean loved, truly loved. We take this word for granted. In true love there is no fear. We read of this often enough from John (1 Jn 4:18). If you're like me, perhaps you've spent hours or even days meditating on the kind of love in which fear has no place. Is it possible to know this kind of love? Can our fragile hearts beating in desperate response to a war-torn world even comprehend it? Can our minds consumed with doubt ever receive it?
In this love, there is no fear of rejection or abandonment. It is a love so powerful and mighty that nothing can separate its union: neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord (Rom 8:38-39).
It is a consuming love: breath is lost by the magnanimity of God's grace! Words will always fail to describe the love of God. It cannot be spoken and understood. It can only be known in the intimate moments of silence when God speaks and we tremble. In this love, there is no doubt because there is assurance of His presence. It is more than a feeling. It is knowledge and it is trust! Cutting to the heart of trust, I wonder how we can ever doubt God, His will, our circumstance, our future, etc. How can we ever be anxious? How can we fear? His love is unfailing. I say that with excitement as much as I say it matter-of-factly. His love is unfailing. But alas! We are not. We are human and living in a world shrouded by doubt and fear. Yet, He never fails to remind us of His love. It is in all that He does and is echoed in the scriptures for those who are willing to see and receive.
God's love is a supernatural gift, one that comes at a great cost: life. You see, my friends, the purest love requires sacrifice--sacrifice of self. I started my journey a little over three years ago painfully pondering how love relates to sacrifice, specifically the greatest sacrifice. When God stilled the violence and fear of my mind, His love manifested in the beauty of the cross. "Do you see how much I love you?" I will treasure that moment when God first spoke. Ever since, my journey has been an awakening of God's unfailing love. The story I'm about to describe is a moment in time when His love was revealed. It has meaning only to me, but I hope that in sharing it will encourage the faith of others.
One week ago, God kissed my brow in the gentlest and most affirming love. I bow in reverence to His majesty and faithfulness. In fact, I am still in awe. In the beginning moments of our first National Fine Arts service, I found myself distracted, unable to focus, and therefore unable to rest in the presence of God. I knew what was happening as I'd been in that spiritually dark place before. I also knew the negative ramifications if this battle were lost, so I fought. I prayed to hear from God, to feel His embrace, and I asked Him a specific question. The question is not relevant, only that you know it was asked. It was an intentional process to regain focus through the service. We made it and I captured some valuable nuggets of wisdom. After the last worship song, before the house lights came up, a woman, a stranger to me, but not to God, approached. She grabbed both my shoulders, pulled me near, and whispered a word from the mouth of God. She spoke the answer to my question fulfilling my request. Again, the answer isn't relevant to this post for it is between Him and me. What is worthy of glory is the response of love. I'm not sure He revealed Himself because I needed Him to or even because I asked. He came because I trusted Him to come. I trusted His love for me. I silenced my soul and my mind and waited for Him. There was neither fear nor doubt because I’m known to Him and Him to me. Similarly, the stranger also demonstrated a measure of trust. What battle of fear did she undergo walking up to a stranger speaking words of little meaning? She trusted God for the meaning and was obedient to His direction. Perhaps in perfect love, there is no fear because there is trust.
This story is but a shadow at the feet of devotion. As I write this post, God has whispered a greater beauty into existence. The sweetest joy is not in the message He sent, though it is of significance to me personally. The greater victory is in the exchange itself, in the trust of a maturing relationship. Three years ago, God knocked (Rev 3:20). I cracked opened the door, peered around the edge, and witnessed the beauty of God. Yet, the chains on the door were thick and rusted. Fear kept God at arm’s length. Today, the chains are gone and the door is open. No longer is God standing on the threshold knocking to enter. No longer am I bound. He has come in and together we reside growing in unity and love. Together, we are overcoming fear and doubt--darkness dissipates as He takes over. Love’s greatest response: consummation, the fulfilling completion of God in us.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Reckless
Though I'm no longer in Nepal (physically), I'd like to continue this blog as a record of God's love and majesty in my life and as He reveals Himself through mortal eyes. One of God's greatest gifts to His children is His story in our lives. His glory is meant to be shared so that we may never forget His love! We are His witnesses, after all. Let us testify of His beauty in this world.
Shortly after returning from Nepal, I repacked and headed out to Orlando for the AG National Fine Arts with 15 of our students and 5 other leaders and chaperones. It is a blessing to witness thousands of students deploy their gifts for God and run after Him in desperate faith. Not all are desperate, but there are many. Students have a different passion for God, perhaps it is only in their expression. Regardless, I'm not sure I can describe it beyond reckless. Use of this word is not meant to have a negative connotation. You would have to see their faces, their tears, their bodies trembling as they cry out and fall to their knees in order to truly grasp the meaning of reckless in the presence of God. Concern for what the world might think of the desperation of their worship vanishes. You can almost see the cares and circumstances fall away from their shoulders as their eyes open to their heart's desire--their Savior. If only we all sought God with a similar recklessness! What would we see? What mysteries would God reveal?
Sadly, there are also many who huddle in a false sense of safety gripping their worries with fierce determination. My heart cries out to these students but I also rejoice for them in their struggle! This is the journey to freedom for each follower of Jesus as we learn to lay down ourselves and embrace the magnitude of the Christ. It is a struggle of great intensity and great beauty.
Pray for our students! Pray for their experience with God--not just for today, but for life.
Shortly after returning from Nepal, I repacked and headed out to Orlando for the AG National Fine Arts with 15 of our students and 5 other leaders and chaperones. It is a blessing to witness thousands of students deploy their gifts for God and run after Him in desperate faith. Not all are desperate, but there are many. Students have a different passion for God, perhaps it is only in their expression. Regardless, I'm not sure I can describe it beyond reckless. Use of this word is not meant to have a negative connotation. You would have to see their faces, their tears, their bodies trembling as they cry out and fall to their knees in order to truly grasp the meaning of reckless in the presence of God. Concern for what the world might think of the desperation of their worship vanishes. You can almost see the cares and circumstances fall away from their shoulders as their eyes open to their heart's desire--their Savior. If only we all sought God with a similar recklessness! What would we see? What mysteries would God reveal?
Sadly, there are also many who huddle in a false sense of safety gripping their worries with fierce determination. My heart cries out to these students but I also rejoice for them in their struggle! This is the journey to freedom for each follower of Jesus as we learn to lay down ourselves and embrace the magnitude of the Christ. It is a struggle of great intensity and great beauty.
Pray for our students! Pray for their experience with God--not just for today, but for life.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Poverty.
In a previous post (washed by the poor), I stated that I could not see what God was doing. The present most often overwhelms the future! Perhaps this is the way. Or perhaps this is a point from God's finger. Our "selves", as persons, blind us to the glories of God when we are not in perfect union. I'm not sure such a perfect union is possible during this temporary life, but I believe in God's grace. I also believe that sincere requests are answered. Whether we recognize or receive the answer is a different story!
On the journey home from a Nepal, my eyes and mind fell upon a quote from the heart of Thomas Merton: "It is not filth and hunger that make saints, nor even poverty itself, but love of poverty and love of the poor." Before the tears fell in the sudden solitude of a crowded air bus, I managed to scribble in the margin of the book "convicted." I have glimpsed God's hand on my life. Though this statement is profound to many, and perhaps meaningless to many, I want to share God's eye opening revelation.
I do not wish to embark on discussion of the meaning of saint, saintliness, or sainthood. This is a topic is too great for me and I still walk in the wake of many of God's mysteries. I know that we are called to sainthood. The Way is the same, but the journey is different for each of us. As I look back over the last month of God's activity in my life, of which these finite eyes can only glimpse, I see a thread weaving change in my heart, mind, and spirit concerning the poor. I cannot relate to poverty. I am most thankful for this. However, inability to relate to poverty must not be an inability to identify with the poor. I confess that in the beginning, my disgust with filth and dirt inhibited my sight and ability to love people despite their circumstance. Only God sees to the heart where we stop at the flesh. This is my humanity. But with every visit to the slum community, God somehow captivated my heart through these precious children. Hugs, caresses, and hands lost their cause for concern. Love penetrated the barrier of filth and dirt.
Though it was not until the last day that God's grace enabled me to embrace poverty, the change occurred--perhaps out of desperation. What if I never see them again? Will I see them in heaven? Do they know that I love them? I cannot speak for heaven or for the future. I can only speak in the present. In the present of my last day with those darlings, of one thing I am sure: my love is genuine. Unable to cross the language barrier, the only true expression of love was a smile and a touch. Jesus touched the blind man so that he would know His healing presence. Jesus touched the leper so that he could feel His love. There is power in a touch of love! The only true poverty is a life without it. May I not ever forget the grace of God's love and its cry for exposure. God told me long ago, "Love My people. Show them where I Am. Tell them how to find Me." This command was not for me, not this time. For through the love of these children, God revealed His presence and reminded me how to find Him. He's in every face, every laugh, every cry, every joy, and every pain. He's in every bit of muck and grime as well as in the cleanest of clean. He is in all things for He created all things. He is everywhere, even the least place I expect Him. Most of all, He is within me revealing what I cannot see through mortal eyes: Himself.
On the journey home from a Nepal, my eyes and mind fell upon a quote from the heart of Thomas Merton: "It is not filth and hunger that make saints, nor even poverty itself, but love of poverty and love of the poor." Before the tears fell in the sudden solitude of a crowded air bus, I managed to scribble in the margin of the book "convicted." I have glimpsed God's hand on my life. Though this statement is profound to many, and perhaps meaningless to many, I want to share God's eye opening revelation.
I do not wish to embark on discussion of the meaning of saint, saintliness, or sainthood. This is a topic is too great for me and I still walk in the wake of many of God's mysteries. I know that we are called to sainthood. The Way is the same, but the journey is different for each of us. As I look back over the last month of God's activity in my life, of which these finite eyes can only glimpse, I see a thread weaving change in my heart, mind, and spirit concerning the poor. I cannot relate to poverty. I am most thankful for this. However, inability to relate to poverty must not be an inability to identify with the poor. I confess that in the beginning, my disgust with filth and dirt inhibited my sight and ability to love people despite their circumstance. Only God sees to the heart where we stop at the flesh. This is my humanity. But with every visit to the slum community, God somehow captivated my heart through these precious children. Hugs, caresses, and hands lost their cause for concern. Love penetrated the barrier of filth and dirt.
Though it was not until the last day that God's grace enabled me to embrace poverty, the change occurred--perhaps out of desperation. What if I never see them again? Will I see them in heaven? Do they know that I love them? I cannot speak for heaven or for the future. I can only speak in the present. In the present of my last day with those darlings, of one thing I am sure: my love is genuine. Unable to cross the language barrier, the only true expression of love was a smile and a touch. Jesus touched the blind man so that he would know His healing presence. Jesus touched the leper so that he could feel His love. There is power in a touch of love! The only true poverty is a life without it. May I not ever forget the grace of God's love and its cry for exposure. God told me long ago, "Love My people. Show them where I Am. Tell them how to find Me." This command was not for me, not this time. For through the love of these children, God revealed His presence and reminded me how to find Him. He's in every face, every laugh, every cry, every joy, and every pain. He's in every bit of muck and grime as well as in the cleanest of clean. He is in all things for He created all things. He is everywhere, even the least place I expect Him. Most of all, He is within me revealing what I cannot see through mortal eyes: Himself.
Monday, July 27, 2009
The Flood. . .
Tonight, the last night of my journey in Nepal, I will sleep in a dry bed sheltered from the rain and the wind. Others in Nepal are less fortunate. The nation has been crying for rain to plant their crops, quench their thirst, and to power the country. Today, the rain came, but at a cost for many. The rain poured with purpose through the early morning hours, hard and heavy. It continues still. The Baghmati river that flows through Kathmandu has risen and its current has quickened. Though magnificent, it is not a sight of promise or hope for the people because it is filled with garbage and sewage. And as the river continues to rise, it collects more garbage that has been abandoned along its landfill-like banks. It has crept into the streets of Kathmandu redirecting traffic. As of early afternoon, it had overflowed into the slum community situated along its banks. As you know, we've been working in this community for the past month to build a water purifying system and enhance their primary school. Great progress has been made in developing relationships and sowing seeds!
But when we arrived this afternoon, many of us were filled with dismay and perhaps a bit of fear (maybe some of us even felt hopeless). The community of 1500+ homes was flooding and the people were wading through calf-deep water. Where are they to go? Who will care for them? What of their few belongings? They have no support from the government, no insurance, no refuge. For those of you that may follow the news in Asia, you may be familiar with the fatalities caused by diarrhea. Hundreds of Nepali have died this year from diarrhea--so simply treated! Yet not so, here. It is an epidemic on the verge of national crisis. The government is not organized enough to provide the medicine necessary to combat diarrhea, though they appear to be making every effort to try. Maybe the medicine is unavailable. I'm unsure. Sadly, there is also a rise in cases of cholera. Every day, the Kathmandu Post reports people dying in their homes or on the sides of the road because they couldn't make it to the health post for medication. I read today of a leper who died abandoned because no one wanted to risk helping him to the health post down the road. Yesterday, I read of a man who was forced to leave the bodies of his dead wife and daughter in order to save his young son from the same fatal end. His son died on his shoulder as he walked to the health post. He didn't make it in time.
The risk of death from diarrhea and any number bacteria looms as the river water swirls around the feet of this community. How many of those smiling faces will disappear over the next days? Will it be a face that I remember? A name I've already forgotten? As our host stated in painful truth: tomorrow we will return to our homes and to safety in the United States, but the people of this community (and Nepal) have no where else to go. The bed they sleep in tonight is wet and soaked with risk.
I ask that you would pray.
But when we arrived this afternoon, many of us were filled with dismay and perhaps a bit of fear (maybe some of us even felt hopeless). The community of 1500+ homes was flooding and the people were wading through calf-deep water. Where are they to go? Who will care for them? What of their few belongings? They have no support from the government, no insurance, no refuge. For those of you that may follow the news in Asia, you may be familiar with the fatalities caused by diarrhea. Hundreds of Nepali have died this year from diarrhea--so simply treated! Yet not so, here. It is an epidemic on the verge of national crisis. The government is not organized enough to provide the medicine necessary to combat diarrhea, though they appear to be making every effort to try. Maybe the medicine is unavailable. I'm unsure. Sadly, there is also a rise in cases of cholera. Every day, the Kathmandu Post reports people dying in their homes or on the sides of the road because they couldn't make it to the health post for medication. I read today of a leper who died abandoned because no one wanted to risk helping him to the health post down the road. Yesterday, I read of a man who was forced to leave the bodies of his dead wife and daughter in order to save his young son from the same fatal end. His son died on his shoulder as he walked to the health post. He didn't make it in time.
The risk of death from diarrhea and any number bacteria looms as the river water swirls around the feet of this community. How many of those smiling faces will disappear over the next days? Will it be a face that I remember? A name I've already forgotten? As our host stated in painful truth: tomorrow we will return to our homes and to safety in the United States, but the people of this community (and Nepal) have no where else to go. The bed they sleep in tonight is wet and soaked with risk.
I ask that you would pray.
Where I belong. . .
Where do I belong? Isn't that the question of every age, every generation, and every heart? How often have we grieved over our purpose and place in this world? The earth is vast and there is much to see and do, many people and cultures to experience. I've been blessed to see portions of different lands and cultures over the years. It drives a hunger to see more, to do more. If you'll permit a moment of fantasy, I dream of traveling creation from mountaintop to mountaintop, valley to valley, river to desert for glimpses of God's movement in His Kingdom so that I may share the story of God with the world. Romantic, isn't it? This is the way of dreams--they can birth passion as well as sorrow. But I tell you the truth, if such a dream were to become reality, heartache, pain, and agony would surely follow. Why? Because the world is not romantic. It is hard and trying and the need is great. Can the human heart alone carry the burden of the world? Can it alone carry the burden of a people group unexposed to the Gospel? Can it alone carry the burden of one? This I cannot answer. We know from God that the harvest is great and the workers are few. So where do I belong with such a dream?
In the last month that I've lived in Nepal, I've witnessed the overwhelming need of this nation and these people comprised of several different religious backgrounds and cultures. This is just one country, one country that surrounds 8 of the world's 10 highest peaks. What better place to fill my romantic notion of chasing God! The summits are high, the valleys are low, the rivers are full, and the desert is dry. Within these boundaries, people are crying. They are starving and they are dying, both spiritually and physically. Who will go? This is only one country. Can my heart carry the burden of Nepal?
I could wonder and dream about my place here. Is God calling me to this foreign land? Will it be difficult to return to the States? Will I miss it here? Will I forget? Will I long for this place? There is sometimes angst in dreaming. Of all the far off lands that I have visited, of all the wondrous and grueling sights and experiences, of all that I have witnessed in this life, and of all that I want to do and have yet to do, I rejoice because I do not wonder where I belong. I hold to one truth. You see, my dear friends, purpose is not found in a place. Identifying where we belong will not pacify the relentless search for belonging. The question we must ask is not where, not even why, but who. To whom do we belong? If we know Him, it matters not where we lie our heads or how hard our fingers work. What matters is His presence in our lives. I do not belong to Nepal (nor does it belong to me). I belong in the presence of God: His hand wrapped around mine, in the warmth of His embrace, with the gentle whisper of His voice. He may one day bring me to Nepal and I pray that He does, but it is not the country or the people that I seek. It is God. In Him, I am free and in Him, I belong.
In the last month that I've lived in Nepal, I've witnessed the overwhelming need of this nation and these people comprised of several different religious backgrounds and cultures. This is just one country, one country that surrounds 8 of the world's 10 highest peaks. What better place to fill my romantic notion of chasing God! The summits are high, the valleys are low, the rivers are full, and the desert is dry. Within these boundaries, people are crying. They are starving and they are dying, both spiritually and physically. Who will go? This is only one country. Can my heart carry the burden of Nepal?
I could wonder and dream about my place here. Is God calling me to this foreign land? Will it be difficult to return to the States? Will I miss it here? Will I forget? Will I long for this place? There is sometimes angst in dreaming. Of all the far off lands that I have visited, of all the wondrous and grueling sights and experiences, of all that I have witnessed in this life, and of all that I want to do and have yet to do, I rejoice because I do not wonder where I belong. I hold to one truth. You see, my dear friends, purpose is not found in a place. Identifying where we belong will not pacify the relentless search for belonging. The question we must ask is not where, not even why, but who. To whom do we belong? If we know Him, it matters not where we lie our heads or how hard our fingers work. What matters is His presence in our lives. I do not belong to Nepal (nor does it belong to me). I belong in the presence of God: His hand wrapped around mine, in the warmth of His embrace, with the gentle whisper of His voice. He may one day bring me to Nepal and I pray that He does, but it is not the country or the people that I seek. It is God. In Him, I am free and in Him, I belong.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Washed by the poor.
I'm not sure what God is doing. Perhaps it is more obvious to others. This seems to be typical of the journey--what is most obvious is farthest from the traveler's sight! There is little time to process and meditate on God's activity beyond this blog. I hope to find time when I return to the States to seek God in stillness. Until then, I find it helpful to remember and document my activity here. I thank you for all of your prayer and encouragement.
Many days ago, I posted a blog entitled "Slobber, snot, puke, and poop." I've heard from several of you that this was entertaining. I'm pleased that it was comedic in a sense but I want all to know that I meant every word. I could not be more serious. We visit this slum community at least once a day. Each time, I wrestle the impulse to recoil from the dirt and grime. Every time, I am reminded of the leper's encounter with Jesus (Matthew 8:1-4). I cannot even fathom his great desire to be touched by another human being after suffering the revulsion of others. The leper asked: "Lord, if you're willing. . ." The joy that must have come from the touch of Jesus! I pray for the willingness to touch the faces of these children who cry out for attention. Would I not be like the many who passed by the leper afraid to look, afraid to breathe! But these faces are not the faces of lepers--they are children. Their desire is the same as any other child: to be loved. I pray for this love because I do not possess it.
We've started painting a mural on the interior walls of the community's 2 classroom school. Our intent is to offer a picture of hope and love. It would be deceitful of me to allow you to believe I have any artistic value or gifting for this project. Truth be told, I'm the "paint-by-number" intern! LOL! Knowing the limit of my artistry, it shouldn't be difficult to imagine my hands covered in paint. There was more on the wall, I promise! Yesterday, as I emerged from the school, hands splotched with paint, 2 young girls quickly pulled me aside. It's important that you see what I am about to describe. If I fail to paint the correct picture, God's glory will be missed entirely.
These 2 girls have been my biggest fans since our first visit to their community. I can assure you that I did nothing to earn their attention for I certainly find it difficult to give them mine. These young girls live in shanty's without electricity or running water. The floors of their homes are dirt, yet they still remove their shoes before passing the threshold. I do not know how often they bathe or how often they clean their clothes, but they certainly try. When I see them each day, the first thing I notice is the dirt on their hands, feet, and faces. But when I emerged from the school yesterday, the first thing they noticed was the paint on my hands. So they each grabbed one of my hands, led me to their home, scrubbed my hands with lantern oil, walked me to the well, and proceeded to wash the paint off my skin. I left their community with clean hands while dirt remained smudged on theirs.
Despite their desire for my attention, I am not worthy of theirs. I am broken by my own lack of compassion and their love for me---it is surely greater. The cleanliness of the flesh is only skin deep. It bears no witness to the purity of the heart.
Many days ago, I posted a blog entitled "Slobber, snot, puke, and poop." I've heard from several of you that this was entertaining. I'm pleased that it was comedic in a sense but I want all to know that I meant every word. I could not be more serious. We visit this slum community at least once a day. Each time, I wrestle the impulse to recoil from the dirt and grime. Every time, I am reminded of the leper's encounter with Jesus (Matthew 8:1-4). I cannot even fathom his great desire to be touched by another human being after suffering the revulsion of others. The leper asked: "Lord, if you're willing. . ." The joy that must have come from the touch of Jesus! I pray for the willingness to touch the faces of these children who cry out for attention. Would I not be like the many who passed by the leper afraid to look, afraid to breathe! But these faces are not the faces of lepers--they are children. Their desire is the same as any other child: to be loved. I pray for this love because I do not possess it.
We've started painting a mural on the interior walls of the community's 2 classroom school. Our intent is to offer a picture of hope and love. It would be deceitful of me to allow you to believe I have any artistic value or gifting for this project. Truth be told, I'm the "paint-by-number" intern! LOL! Knowing the limit of my artistry, it shouldn't be difficult to imagine my hands covered in paint. There was more on the wall, I promise! Yesterday, as I emerged from the school, hands splotched with paint, 2 young girls quickly pulled me aside. It's important that you see what I am about to describe. If I fail to paint the correct picture, God's glory will be missed entirely.
These 2 girls have been my biggest fans since our first visit to their community. I can assure you that I did nothing to earn their attention for I certainly find it difficult to give them mine. These young girls live in shanty's without electricity or running water. The floors of their homes are dirt, yet they still remove their shoes before passing the threshold. I do not know how often they bathe or how often they clean their clothes, but they certainly try. When I see them each day, the first thing I notice is the dirt on their hands, feet, and faces. But when I emerged from the school yesterday, the first thing they noticed was the paint on my hands. So they each grabbed one of my hands, led me to their home, scrubbed my hands with lantern oil, walked me to the well, and proceeded to wash the paint off my skin. I left their community with clean hands while dirt remained smudged on theirs.
Despite their desire for my attention, I am not worthy of theirs. I am broken by my own lack of compassion and their love for me---it is surely greater. The cleanliness of the flesh is only skin deep. It bears no witness to the purity of the heart.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Rise of tradition, loss of purpose. . .
Apology: Forgive the length of this post! There is much to say from a 5 day journey.We left Tuesday afternoon for what is typically a 4 hour drive from Kathmandu to Pokhara. There is only 1 road from Kathmandu to points west so you can imagine it's pretty well trafficked. It's not like the highways we're accustomed to in the States as there is only room for two lanes--one lane when there is no oncoming traffic. The road weaves up and down and through the foothills of the Himalayas. Through most of the journey, there is mountain on one side and cliff on the other! It would make for a peaceful drive if it weren't for all the traffic and the strange indifference Nepali pedestrians have for moving vehicles. Like the goats and chickens, Nepali pedestrians stand or walk across the road without any care for 2+ tons of mass barreling in their direction!
On our drive to Pokhara, we encountered several set-backs. First, a bus broke an axle on a narrow bridge backing up traffic for over an hour. Second, not much further down the road, there was a traffic banda. In Nepal, if a pedestrian is hit or killed by a vehicle, the family has the right to block the road (a major roadway for the country) until an agreement is reached between the injured's family and the bus/truck company or owner of the vehicle responsible. This takes hours! Though most under the age of 40 seem to realize that this tradition (I use the term loosely) is wasteful and negatively impacts the country's growth, it is still common. No one seems to have the power (or want to use their power) to influence the country for change. In fact, we read in the paper this morning that Indian tourism is down this season due to the unstable government and recurring traffic bandas. It would seem that tradition and self-interest impede order and national growth/progression. Who can blame them? Without the banda, who would stand-up for the injured? Without enforced traffic laws, who can prevent vehicular manslaughter?
So, we sat for 3 hours while the family of the injured party negotiated with the bus/truck company responsible. Keep in mind that it happened many hours before we arrived. The most negative effect to this banda was it's timing. The road was not opened until after dark and it was raining. It is very dangerous to drive this road at night, especially when it is raining. There are no street lights or guard rails and there is no respect for what we would consider courteous driving rules. Our 4 hour journey turned into 8, but we made it!
We set out Wednesday morning expecting an early flight to Jomsom--it was delayed many hours due to weather. It is difficult to travel during rainy season by air or ground. Finally, our plane with max capacity of 20 passengers landed and we were off! We had light trekking for the next 3 days as we traveled to two villages through the Thak Khola Valley. The people of this valley are known as Thakali. There is no time to go into detail but I would like to highlight 2 encounters and follow with an interesting and sorrow-filled observation. A bit of background first: the Thakali are predominantly Buddhist (Tibetan Buddhist for all intents and purposes). Interestingly, there is a great deal of Hinduism blended in their customs, traditions, and art, but the people do not recognize it as such. To them everything they practice is strictly Buddhist. Each village has at least 1 gompa, sometimes 1 main gompa (monastery) and several smaller or private gompas depending on the size of the village. A gompa in Buddhism is a place of worship and learning. The main gompa will have a Lama, the spiritual leader. In many villages where there is no school, families will send their children to the monastery simply for the opportunity to have an education.
While in Tukche, one of our target villages, we discovered a private gompa, 300+ years old, in superb condition. The art history major in me jumped for joy. Though I have not visited many villages in Nepal, I have visited several. This is the first gompa I've witnessed with such grand statuary and images on the walls. It was a most amazing find! Moreover, we were able to spend 45+ minutes with the nun/caretaker asking questions about the gompa, the village, and her personal belief system. This was a highlight for me.
The second highlight occurred while we were in Marpha. It was a once in a life time experience! We witnessed a funeral procession---tradition that has probably been in practice for centuries. Each village may have a different way of doing things so I would not dare suggest that this is specifically Buddhist or indigenous to this people group. All in all, it was quite fascinating. Since I'm not sure of the sensitivity to such a procession, I will leave all the details out. Just know that I stood in amazement! Thankfully, a relative of the deceased explained much of the process to us.
From the few conversations we had with the Thakali people as well as my host's observations from previous encounters, it is quite clear that the common Thakali has no understanding of their customs, traditions, and religious practices. All practices are performed because their parents did it before them and/or because the Lama said it was necessary. What's more, any break in belief or practice results in exile from the community. This is the greatest barrier for reaching the Thakali. Community tradition outweighs reason and personal experience. Tradition has replaced purpose and meaning. This brings me great sorrow. Perhaps if they described a greater understanding of what they believed and why I would not feel such pity. There is a dark blindness in these people that practice a religion the west has commercialized and capitalized. Who is the greater fool? The one who follows his/her ancestors or the one who is chasing rabbits because he/she has nothing better to do?
As our journey began, so it ended. We were delayed 2 days! Our flight back to Pokhara on Saturday morning was canceled due to weather. As I mentioned before, the roads are risky during rainy season. We rent a private jeep to drive us to Pokhara. By God's grace, the roads were passable, though it took 12 hours!! Due to the poor road condition, 1 washed out bridge, and 1 suspension bridge, we had to change jeeps 3 times. Nepal has an interesting solution: one jeep will drive as far as the road will allow, we get out and walk a bit, then pick up the next jeep on the other side of the obstacle in the road. Fascinating system. We woke Sunday morning expecting a short 4 hour drive back to Kathmandu. 40 minutes into the drive--another traffic banda. This time, the accident was fatal. It took 6 hours before the road was opened so we drove in the dark and in the rain once again. The drive that should only take 4 hours, took 11! Why? According to many Nepali people, "this is Nepal." That seems to suffice for the majority.
Monday, July 20, 2009
"Out with the king!". . .now everyone is king.
On May 28, 2008, Nepal (maybe the people of Nepal, maybe the youth, maybe the Maoists--I'm unsure) ousted their king. Nepal was the last Hindu monarchy in the world. It is no more. For whatever reason, perhaps Divine will, I was in Nepal on that historic day. Since my first visit in 2006, my perception of the country has been littered with political upheaval and turmoil. It's possible that it has been this way for as long as anyone can remember. If so, it should be no surprise that not much has changed in 2009 other than the hands of power. Please keep in mind that I am only a visitor to this country so my perception is of little value.
I've encountered many Nepali people who express their disappointment and sometimes fear of the current political state. One man commented that Nepal is a terrible country. Even I, a foreigner, am troubled by such statements. Is it that bad? The most profound observation was from a Nepali acquaintance I've known since I was first introduced to Nepal: "We got rid of the king, now everyone is king."
I don't want to discuss the current state of Nepal's government, their laws, their economy, the welfare and/or morale of the people, or the chaos and disorder of the country. I am neither resident nor citizen of Nepal; therefore, I have no right to criticize or judge. I am not an influencer. I am nothing. Instead of discussing politics, I would like to offer a more personal perspective regarding the absence of a king, one that looks inward vice outward:
Imagine life without law and order, without respect for authority or submission to it. Though there are those appointed to enforce the law, it is meaningless without understanding. Can you imagine the effects of life without consequence or justice? Imagine if everyone were entitled to his/her own way. Is this freedom or anarchy? Imagine life without protection or provision. What if there was no one looking out for you? What if you had no recourse for wrongs committed against you? What is more, what if there was no reward for your loyalty and obedience? Imagine if no one cared enough to help you or to stand by you in the face of adversity. What if everyone were out for himself/herself? Imagine life without compassion and mercy. What if no one loved you enough to save you?
The picture I hope you have in your mind is what life looks like without a King, without Jesus.
Much of what I've described above is based on observations in Nepal that have propelled me beyond the physical and into the spiritual. With that said, please note that this meditation is not in reference to any nation, tribe, language, or people. It is part of a journey to Christ and references the heart, the soul, and the mind. I must ask: who is King in my life? Search me, O God, and know my heart; Try me and know my anxious thoughts; And see if there be any hurtful way in me, And lead me in the everlasting way. Ps 139:23-24
I've encountered many Nepali people who express their disappointment and sometimes fear of the current political state. One man commented that Nepal is a terrible country. Even I, a foreigner, am troubled by such statements. Is it that bad? The most profound observation was from a Nepali acquaintance I've known since I was first introduced to Nepal: "We got rid of the king, now everyone is king."
I don't want to discuss the current state of Nepal's government, their laws, their economy, the welfare and/or morale of the people, or the chaos and disorder of the country. I am neither resident nor citizen of Nepal; therefore, I have no right to criticize or judge. I am not an influencer. I am nothing. Instead of discussing politics, I would like to offer a more personal perspective regarding the absence of a king, one that looks inward vice outward:
Imagine life without law and order, without respect for authority or submission to it. Though there are those appointed to enforce the law, it is meaningless without understanding. Can you imagine the effects of life without consequence or justice? Imagine if everyone were entitled to his/her own way. Is this freedom or anarchy? Imagine life without protection or provision. What if there was no one looking out for you? What if you had no recourse for wrongs committed against you? What is more, what if there was no reward for your loyalty and obedience? Imagine if no one cared enough to help you or to stand by you in the face of adversity. What if everyone were out for himself/herself? Imagine life without compassion and mercy. What if no one loved you enough to save you?
The picture I hope you have in your mind is what life looks like without a King, without Jesus.
Much of what I've described above is based on observations in Nepal that have propelled me beyond the physical and into the spiritual. With that said, please note that this meditation is not in reference to any nation, tribe, language, or people. It is part of a journey to Christ and references the heart, the soul, and the mind. I must ask: who is King in my life? Search me, O God, and know my heart; Try me and know my anxious thoughts; And see if there be any hurtful way in me, And lead me in the everlasting way. Ps 139:23-24
Monday, July 13, 2009
Offering of praise. . .
We had a time of worship through song, word, and prayer this morning. It was a powerful reminder of God's perfect and pure love. My spirit trembled at His touch upon the first note of praise. How quickly He comes! How soon the tears follow. There is joy and freedom in each drop, no matter how small. Once the first tear breaks, liberation floods the darkness. What relief! God is with us in this sickening and heartless world of pain, poverty, and brokenness. Oh, but where the Lord is, beauty pours forth turning darkness to light, pain to joy, poverty to wealth, and brokenness to healing.
What can I say in the presence of the Lord? The finite form of my body responds in the only way that it can: tears, a genuine offering and response to Him who is overwhelming in power and majesty. The strength and might of His presence is like a north wind: gentle yet fierce. When it comes, it comes in full force. Even in the face of a strong wind, our breath is taken away and tears spill from our eyes. So it is with Him. In His presence, I have no words to speak. He captures my heart and fans desire. Wholeheartedly, "as the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God" (Ps 42:1).
There comes a time in each of our spiritual journeys when we are wrought with doubt and confusion and we struggle with purpose and/or value. In these times, it is imperative to remember only one thing: God's unfailing love. Have you ever tried to convince God of your doubt? "God what were you thinking?! I'm not good enough to do this! I have nothing to offer." Thankfully, God isn't so easily convinced! Yet there is truth in the latter 2 declarations: I'm not good enough and I have nothing to offer. . .of value. Fortunately, God has more to reveal and His voice is audible over my doubt (I cannot say it has always been this way.) He declares: I AM good enough and I have everything to offer.
How redeeming is the love of God! Truly, His grace is sufficient. It is a lesson I continue to learn and pray to never forget. But if I do, teach me again, O Lord. Teach me all your ways! Blow through me, dear God. Surround me in your embrace. I will follow and anoint your feet with oil. You have forgiven much and given more. You have given me the knowledge and inspiration of your love. So I lie down, knowing I am nothing, in order that God, who is everything, might be everything.
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I leave in the morning with 2 other interns and our host family for 2 villages in western Nepal. I do not know what to expect nor do I know how God will move. I only pray to be where He is. I will be off the net until I return on Saturday. I hope to bring you all great reports of our Lord's activity and grace! Thank you for all of your support! May we embrace the knowledge that God is with us in all things!
What can I say in the presence of the Lord? The finite form of my body responds in the only way that it can: tears, a genuine offering and response to Him who is overwhelming in power and majesty. The strength and might of His presence is like a north wind: gentle yet fierce. When it comes, it comes in full force. Even in the face of a strong wind, our breath is taken away and tears spill from our eyes. So it is with Him. In His presence, I have no words to speak. He captures my heart and fans desire. Wholeheartedly, "as the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God" (Ps 42:1).
There comes a time in each of our spiritual journeys when we are wrought with doubt and confusion and we struggle with purpose and/or value. In these times, it is imperative to remember only one thing: God's unfailing love. Have you ever tried to convince God of your doubt? "God what were you thinking?! I'm not good enough to do this! I have nothing to offer." Thankfully, God isn't so easily convinced! Yet there is truth in the latter 2 declarations: I'm not good enough and I have nothing to offer. . .of value. Fortunately, God has more to reveal and His voice is audible over my doubt (I cannot say it has always been this way.) He declares: I AM good enough and I have everything to offer.
How redeeming is the love of God! Truly, His grace is sufficient. It is a lesson I continue to learn and pray to never forget. But if I do, teach me again, O Lord. Teach me all your ways! Blow through me, dear God. Surround me in your embrace. I will follow and anoint your feet with oil. You have forgiven much and given more. You have given me the knowledge and inspiration of your love. So I lie down, knowing I am nothing, in order that God, who is everything, might be everything.
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I leave in the morning with 2 other interns and our host family for 2 villages in western Nepal. I do not know what to expect nor do I know how God will move. I only pray to be where He is. I will be off the net until I return on Saturday. I hope to bring you all great reports of our Lord's activity and grace! Thank you for all of your support! May we embrace the knowledge that God is with us in all things!
Friday, July 10, 2009
Slobber, snot, puke, and poop!
I like to think that I can take just about anything. I've got a pretty tough stomach, but there are some things for which I have a low tolerance. Slobber, snot, puke, 
and poop are these things! Today, I was challenged with slobber and snot. I hope puke and poop aren't tomorrow!!
We spent the afternoon at our community to again check on progress and continue building relationships with the people. We are making progress on all fronts. In fact, while I'm traveling next week with our hosts and 2 other interns, the remaining 3 interns will be cleaning and repainting their school. God is opening doors!! Once again, most of the interns played with the children today. We brought 5 jump ropes and a soccer ball. Everything was a hit. The children were much more up close and personal than they were yesterday. In fact, a team of 6-7 occupied most of my afternoon. We took many more photos, some of which are attached. Interestingly, the children took liberties that sky-rocketed out of my comfort zone. I was challenged in many ways. Let me be honest with you---I trust your grace. It truly takes the love of Jesus to meet children in their poverty, to meet anyone in their poverty. It is not clean. There is sickness, poor health, filth, excrement, and generally lots of the aforementioned things I would rather not be around (slobber, snot, puke, and poop). Love has to be intentional. It has to be a choice and In cases like this, sacrifice must abound. Please don't think I didn't hesitate with these babies because I did. I don't want to touch the dirty things. It took great effort to see past the grime and into the hearts of these children. I'm not sure how I managed to fool them for they didn't leave me alone for a moment. And when we piled into the Kia to depart for the day, the team of children that led me all over their community pounded their good-byes on my window. Their was sadness in their eyes as we pulled away and they waved until I could see them no more.
Despite their dirty hands that always found their way into mine, despite the snot on their faces that they wiped on mine when they kissed my cheek, despite the occasional drool they wiped with their hands and then on my clothes, I cannot deny the sorrow I felt as we drove away. "When you come again?" Tomorrow?" "The next day?" They took me to their homes with great pride. Their homes were like lean-to shelters made of sticks and some of stone. They consisted of 1 room with 2 beds, a shrine, an urn of water, and possibly a fire pit. There is great honor in bringing a guest to their home. I pray they did not see the hurt on my face as I looked on their meager belongings. They were so excited to share what they had. I was honored to be the guest of these small children.
I held on to my disgust of slobber and snot in order to keep the tears at bay. They pour freely now, perhaps because I feel exhausted. I hope you enjoy these photos--they took many of them. It was worth the slobber and snot.
and poop are these things! Today, I was challenged with slobber and snot. I hope puke and poop aren't tomorrow!!
We spent the afternoon at our community to again check on progress and continue building relationships with the people. We are making progress on all fronts. In fact, while I'm traveling next week with our hosts and 2 other interns, the remaining 3 interns will be cleaning and repainting their school. God is opening doors!! Once again, most of the interns played with the children today. We brought 5 jump ropes and a soccer ball. Everything was a hit. The children were much more up close and personal than they were yesterday. In fact, a team of 6-7 occupied most of my afternoon. We took many more photos, some of which are attached. Interestingly, the children took liberties that sky-rocketed out of my comfort zone. I was challenged in many ways. Let me be honest with you---I trust your grace. It truly takes the love of Jesus to meet children in their poverty, to meet anyone in their poverty. It is not clean. There is sickness, poor health, filth, excrement, and generally lots of the aforementioned things I would rather not be around (slobber, snot, puke, and poop). Love has to be intentional. It has to be a choice and In cases like this, sacrifice must abound. Please don't think I didn't hesitate with these babies because I did. I don't want to touch the dirty things. It took great effort to see past the grime and into the hearts of these children. I'm not sure how I managed to fool them for they didn't leave me alone for a moment. And when we piled into the Kia to depart for the day, the team of children that led me all over their community pounded their good-byes on my window. Their was sadness in their eyes as we pulled away and they waved until I could see them no more.
Despite their dirty hands that always found their way into mine, despite the snot on their faces that they wiped on mine when they kissed my cheek, despite the occasional drool they wiped with their hands and then on my clothes, I cannot deny the sorrow I felt as we drove away. "When you come again?" Tomorrow?" "The next day?" They took me to their homes with great pride. Their homes were like lean-to shelters made of sticks and some of stone. They consisted of 1 room with 2 beds, a shrine, an urn of water, and possibly a fire pit. There is great honor in bringing a guest to their home. I pray they did not see the hurt on my face as I looked on their meager belongings. They were so excited to share what they had. I was honored to be the guest of these small children.
I held on to my disgust of slobber and snot in order to keep the tears at bay. They pour freely now, perhaps because I feel exhausted. I hope you enjoy these photos--they took many of them. It was worth the slobber and snot.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
To pray in the night on a mountain. . .
Solitude is a special place. I took a short walk alone this evening--at least alone as one can get on a dark Kathmandu street with stray dogs, motorbikes, and other random pedestrians. Shop owners were winding down and closing their doors. I realized on this walk that more is happening within me than I've had time to process. I take time to write and to read the Word. I chase God through the city, but I am not chasing Him within. I have not been still enough to seek.
I've learned the value of walking up a mountain to pray in the night. It's so easy to get lost in service and lose moments of stillness to hear from God. I seem to always forget to be still and know that He is God. Jesus, our perfect model, often left His disciples in order to find intimacy and peace in God. Though our days in Kathmandu are not always full of physical activity, the mental and emotional race is just as tiring if not more. My mentor often says: "we're too busy NOT to pray." We're too busy not to be still, as well.
I asked to excuse myself early in order to travel to the mountain top tonight. I'm not really on a mountaintop--it's a rooftop, the next best thing. It's beautiful, peaceful. I'm alone. The night is dark, yet illumined by scattered house lights. How I long for the mountains where electricity is scarce. The stars shine so much brighter. Tonight, the air is crisp and the breeze gentle. It is a gift to pray in the night on a mountain.
As the stillness washes over me, I reflect on the journey of the past 3 years. How far we've come! How far we have to go! How desperate I am to make every step with Him! Life is meaningless without the love of God. I know: I was blind for many years. I'm only beginning to see the height and depth of God's love. I look out over the city and see His hand on all things. God is everywhere. As Thomas Merton says, life is not worth living if it isn't charged with the presence of God!
I've learned the value of walking up a mountain to pray in the night. It's so easy to get lost in service and lose moments of stillness to hear from God. I seem to always forget to be still and know that He is God. Jesus, our perfect model, often left His disciples in order to find intimacy and peace in God. Though our days in Kathmandu are not always full of physical activity, the mental and emotional race is just as tiring if not more. My mentor often says: "we're too busy NOT to pray." We're too busy not to be still, as well.
I asked to excuse myself early in order to travel to the mountain top tonight. I'm not really on a mountaintop--it's a rooftop, the next best thing. It's beautiful, peaceful. I'm alone. The night is dark, yet illumined by scattered house lights. How I long for the mountains where electricity is scarce. The stars shine so much brighter. Tonight, the air is crisp and the breeze gentle. It is a gift to pray in the night on a mountain.
As the stillness washes over me, I reflect on the journey of the past 3 years. How far we've come! How far we have to go! How desperate I am to make every step with Him! Life is meaningless without the love of God. I know: I was blind for many years. I'm only beginning to see the height and depth of God's love. I look out over the city and see His hand on all things. God is everywhere. As Thomas Merton says, life is not worth living if it isn't charged with the presence of God!
See their faces. . .
As I sat crunched in the back of a speed-the-light Kia, soaked with perspiration and the stench of the mid-afternoon traffic pollution, I could not help but bow before God in thanks for His gentle touch. I sat uncomfortably in the back (the very back) of a 5 passenger vehicle that was hauling 7 as our host wove in and out of traffic. Believe it or not, we can fit 7 adults, 3 children, and 1 adult on top! Despite the heat and the cramped space, I knew I was on my way to comfort. I was retuning to running water, electricity (though inconsistent), and the option to change into a fresh set of clothing. I had no anxiety for my next meal or where I would lie my head to dream. This is more than I can say for many.
We had just departed the slum community after measuring the progress of the well digger. We have a long way to go to dig 120 ft. Everything is done by hand here. Remarkable! Heroes are bred in places like this. While the Nepali men worked, we took time to spend with the children. Verbal communication may be a challenge, but a picture says a thousand words! I've learned from past travels that children love digital cameras!! Between myself and 3 other interns, we must have taken hundreds of photos of about 15-20 children. They would run to us, pull on us, and shout "one photo!" After a brief pose, they would crowd around each photographer seeking a glimpse of themselves in such a small image. They were hungry for our attention. We were happy to give it.
The children have no perception of poverty, how poor they are, or the filth they live in. Perhaps this is God's mercy. They are content playing with rubbish, old bicycle tires, and sticks. Why shouldn't they be? This is all they know and all that is available to them. The children do not beg for the latest trend or fad in clothing. They're fortunate to have clothes. They do not seek the latest toy or pout because they do not have a cell phone. They're happy to have food.
I left them today praying that they experienced some bit of joy, some happiness from the strange white visitors who took their photos. Will they ever know why we have come? Will we have an opportunity to tell them? Will they understand? Will they ever know the love of God? I pray they see it in our faces. So I sat in the Kia as the busy streets of Kathmandu passed by and I thanked God. I thanked Him for allowing me to be here and I thanked Him for being with me. I thanked Him for the opportunity to love.
See their faces in the attached photos. Remember them and pray for them.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Progress, indeed. . .
Tuesday morning, I had the most fortunate pleasure to attend the AG Nepali Bible college! My host teaches a class once a week and he has invited me to join him for the remaining weeks that I am here. It was a most humbling experience to meet the 14 second year students. They attend class with great humility and I pray with dreams to reach their nation for Christ. My host offered an encouraging comment to the students regarding persecution: "You are not here for yourselves. You are here for the people of Nepal." God is fanning the flame for the Great Commission and building an army for His Kingdom! There is a distinct and sweet smelling aroma of Christ in Nepal. Let it never be said that God does not operate in the far reaches of our perception!
Next spring will be the first graduation of the new 3 year degree program for Biblical Theology (BTH). In past years, it's been a 2 year program. There is much excitement and anticipation for this class. In total, the school has 75 students enrolled, most on scholarship, who make up 3 classes for the BTH program (2010, 2011, 2012) and 2 certificate programs. The college broke ground for the building in 2000, but it is still under construction. Things move slowly in Nepal and even slower when money is scarce. There is great hope to have the building completed by graduation next year as this will be an historical moment for the college. Estimates suggest they need an additional 50K. Please contact me if anyone is interested in making an offering. This is an AG facility. For the record, it's a beautiful building!! I didn't take any pictures but I will on my next visit. It's designed to house 100 Nepali students and 2 staff. The school recently hired their first full-time faculty member.
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We continue to prepare and coordinate for our trip next week! I continue to give thanks for God's grace. What love to provide the opportunity to converse with the unreached people group that I have been researching for the past 6 weeks! Book knowledge is about to meet reality! May the doors open wide for the Spirit to move!
Progress! Today was productive. Everything is falling into place in a most bizarre and efficient manner. Could this be God? ;o) Our host met with the leadership committee of our target slum community. Would you believe that there are 2 Christian believers on the leadership committee?? Did I mention this country is less than 1% Christian. The Kingdom is growing, ladies and gentlemen. Get ready to see God move and His love pour out! Not only has the community given us permission to assist, but they've also requested more. This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship--one that I'm humbled to be a part. So, what are we doing? Check this out:
In many places, we must be very careful about attracting attention due to the color of our skin. We now have a permission to spend time in the community. Moreover, with believers on the leadership team, we are hopeful for increased opportunity to proclaim the Gospel! The day has been filled with good news. Far more than I could relay in the space of this blog. I fear it is already quite long!!
Let me leave you with one final thought: what if poverty were unnecessary?
Next spring will be the first graduation of the new 3 year degree program for Biblical Theology (BTH). In past years, it's been a 2 year program. There is much excitement and anticipation for this class. In total, the school has 75 students enrolled, most on scholarship, who make up 3 classes for the BTH program (2010, 2011, 2012) and 2 certificate programs. The college broke ground for the building in 2000, but it is still under construction. Things move slowly in Nepal and even slower when money is scarce. There is great hope to have the building completed by graduation next year as this will be an historical moment for the college. Estimates suggest they need an additional 50K. Please contact me if anyone is interested in making an offering. This is an AG facility. For the record, it's a beautiful building!! I didn't take any pictures but I will on my next visit. It's designed to house 100 Nepali students and 2 staff. The school recently hired their first full-time faculty member.
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We continue to prepare and coordinate for our trip next week! I continue to give thanks for God's grace. What love to provide the opportunity to converse with the unreached people group that I have been researching for the past 6 weeks! Book knowledge is about to meet reality! May the doors open wide for the Spirit to move!
Progress! Today was productive. Everything is falling into place in a most bizarre and efficient manner. Could this be God? ;o) Our host met with the leadership committee of our target slum community. Would you believe that there are 2 Christian believers on the leadership committee?? Did I mention this country is less than 1% Christian. The Kingdom is growing, ladies and gentlemen. Get ready to see God move and His love pour out! Not only has the community given us permission to assist, but they've also requested more. This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship--one that I'm humbled to be a part. So, what are we doing? Check this out:
- digging a deeper well
- installing new water pump
- building 2 platforms to hold 2000 ltr water container and 300 ltr purification system
- buidling 300 ltr purification system
In many places, we must be very careful about attracting attention due to the color of our skin. We now have a permission to spend time in the community. Moreover, with believers on the leadership team, we are hopeful for increased opportunity to proclaim the Gospel! The day has been filled with good news. Far more than I could relay in the space of this blog. I fear it is already quite long!!
Let me leave you with one final thought: what if poverty were unnecessary?
Monday, July 6, 2009
Walking in circles. . .walking to hell.
In a desire to introduce us to the religious worship and cultural atmosphere of both Buddhism and Hinduism, our host family took us to visit a famous Buddhist pilgrimage site, the Boudhanath Stupa (see picture) followed by one of the most sacred Hindu Temples in Kathmandu, the Pashupatinath Temple. Both of these sites hold significant religious and cultural value--which means they are also tourist attractions. Though I had visited both sites twice before, my experience at the stupa today was profoundly different and has engendered deep meditation.
Past visits of the stupa were during the peak hours of the day along with many other tourists. This morning, however, we arrived around 0615ish in order to witness the Buddhists worship. I'd seen Buddhists in worship before: prostrating before a statue or an image, chanting, ringing bells, spinning prayer wheels, blowing horns, etc. I've been to Buddhist monasteries and various stupas aplenty. I've been to the site where the historical Buddha was first enlightened and I've been to the palace of the Dalai Lama. I haven't seen it all, but I've seen a lot. This morning, God removed the scales and revealed the stakes.
After arriving at the stupa, one cannot help but notice the hundreds of Buddhists (predominantly Tibetan Buddhists) circumambulating the stupa, spinning prayer wheels, touching their prayer beads. Many are in traditional garb while some are in western style clothing. There are lay men and women, young and old (mostly old), monks, and western seekers walking. Some are devout and others are fulfilling some oppressive duty. Within seconds of taking this in, my host made a transformational comment. It was seemingly compassionless and without mercy: "where else can you find this many people walking straight to hell?" If I hadn't been on guard, this truth would have knocked me to the ground like a heat wave. My host wasn't speaking without compassion or mercy, he was speaking in desperation: a desperate love for God and a lost people.
There I was, almost helpless, watching hundreds of people walking in circles desperately clinging to some false hope, aimlessly seeking salvation. Where are they going? Simple truth: they are going in circles. How many generations, how many centuries have they been walking in circles always seeking but never finding? And there I was, with fresh eyes and a new heart, watching people walk and work to their death. What would it take to break the cycle? What would give them pause to listen? Perhaps these are the wrong questions. It is not "what", but "who". Who can break the cycle? Who will give them pause to listen?
This morning, tears of compassion brought an overwhelming love for my Lord. My heart is not broken. It beats wildly for the glory of God: Redeemer, Healer, Savior. There is hope!
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God has been revealing HImself in comforting ways. Yesterday we met a Christian shop owner who welcomed us with bottles of coke. We also discovered that our lodging attendant who serves us breakfast in the mornings works at a Christian-owned coffee house in the next town over (I had a great latte there!). This morning he asked if we were Christian. I asked the same of him. His response: "not yet, but I believe in God." If I haven't mentioned it already, Nepal is less than 1% Christian. I find it most awesome that God would place Nepali Christians and seekers directly in our paths!
We spent the afternoon in prayer and worship with our host family. Phenomenal presence of the Lord! He has knit together a most remarkable team. I am humbled to be a part of this group!
Our weeks' goals and plans have been set and we are acting in faith. We continue to work on the water project this week and we leave for villages in western Nepal the following week. (yeah---I can barely contain my excitement!!) My host teaches at a Bible school in Kathmandu once a week. I have the most fortunate pleasure of accompanying him tomorrow morning! This is a great gift and opportunity to witness God raising a Nepali army for His Kingdom!
Thank you all for your support and prayers. I enjoy receiving your words of encouragement. I pray this note finds you well!
Saturday, July 4, 2009
The love of God.
Greetings! I pray the joy and beauty of God abounds. We had a most fabulous day of rest on Saturday! I know I've been here less than a week so you must be wondering from what I might need rest. Let's call it a sweet gift from God before we get to work!
One other intern joined us to start the day with a most intimate time of devotion. A bond of security and safety developed in our time together enabling the grace of honesty for struggles we all face along this journey. May the Lord continue to knit us together. Personally, the Spirit spoke the love of God into my heart. I still feel His kiss upon my cheek. We are here for Him--no other. We have come to serve and to obey so that the love He bestows in our vertical relationship can flow through our horizontal relationships. God's love is made complete when we love and serve one another!
I used to pray regularly for the opportunity to chase God from mountaintop to mountaintop (both literally and figuratively). For inexcusable reasons, that prayer became lost in the daily battle rhythm of the world. God is renewing this desire in my heart. In truth, it has already been renewed and is growing in strength and passion. Can you imagine a life chasing God: struggling up the mountain to meet His glory; walking carefully down the mountain and through the valley to testify of His love? Was this not the pattern He set with Moses? What joy and what breathtaking beauty!! I know that as I continue to chase God, I will turn around and see that He is chasing me. Surely this is the greatest love story of all time!
Later in the morning, a couple of us took a splendid walk into the next town (20-25 minute walk) to embrace the daily life of the Nepali people. Such joy in walking. Of course, the vehicle exhaust from crowded traffic is less than enjoyable! Many Nepali wear bandannas or face masks to relieve inhaling fumes. Traffic laws and regulations are rarely enforced. Perhaps they don't exist, I'm not sure! LOL! Pedestrians, bicyclists, motorcycles, rickshaws, buses, taxis, and personal vehicles all share the same road. Somehow it all works. I dare say we would rarely consider walking along or through moving traffic in the States, but this is Nepal. Granted, the speed of vehicles is never that fast due to poor, narrow road conditions and the number of people on the roads.
We, then, spent a leisurely afternoon at the American Club celebrating the 4th of July where one of the interns and our host family's oldest son (7) aggressively competed in a watermelon eating contest! So funny! The night ended with a fabulous meal of cheese and tomato sandwiches and a blended mocha from Himalayan coffee beans that rivaled Starbucks. I was most pleased with this treat!!
Regarding the best news ever, thank you for your prayers and support. We are going!! It's still tentative, but the effort is now afoot. Let's pray the way is paved before us to further relationships within the villages of the unreached in preparation for a harvest!
Oh--we discovered after our second night in the apartment that we may be sharing it with a small rodent. We're on the lookout!! I'm most distressed to say that my rival rodent and I are fighting over bananas! I'm not willing to share and I'm determined to overcome the little critter!
One other intern joined us to start the day with a most intimate time of devotion. A bond of security and safety developed in our time together enabling the grace of honesty for struggles we all face along this journey. May the Lord continue to knit us together. Personally, the Spirit spoke the love of God into my heart. I still feel His kiss upon my cheek. We are here for Him--no other. We have come to serve and to obey so that the love He bestows in our vertical relationship can flow through our horizontal relationships. God's love is made complete when we love and serve one another!
I used to pray regularly for the opportunity to chase God from mountaintop to mountaintop (both literally and figuratively). For inexcusable reasons, that prayer became lost in the daily battle rhythm of the world. God is renewing this desire in my heart. In truth, it has already been renewed and is growing in strength and passion. Can you imagine a life chasing God: struggling up the mountain to meet His glory; walking carefully down the mountain and through the valley to testify of His love? Was this not the pattern He set with Moses? What joy and what breathtaking beauty!! I know that as I continue to chase God, I will turn around and see that He is chasing me. Surely this is the greatest love story of all time!
Later in the morning, a couple of us took a splendid walk into the next town (20-25 minute walk) to embrace the daily life of the Nepali people. Such joy in walking. Of course, the vehicle exhaust from crowded traffic is less than enjoyable! Many Nepali wear bandannas or face masks to relieve inhaling fumes. Traffic laws and regulations are rarely enforced. Perhaps they don't exist, I'm not sure! LOL! Pedestrians, bicyclists, motorcycles, rickshaws, buses, taxis, and personal vehicles all share the same road. Somehow it all works. I dare say we would rarely consider walking along or through moving traffic in the States, but this is Nepal. Granted, the speed of vehicles is never that fast due to poor, narrow road conditions and the number of people on the roads.
We, then, spent a leisurely afternoon at the American Club celebrating the 4th of July where one of the interns and our host family's oldest son (7) aggressively competed in a watermelon eating contest! So funny! The night ended with a fabulous meal of cheese and tomato sandwiches and a blended mocha from Himalayan coffee beans that rivaled Starbucks. I was most pleased with this treat!!
Regarding the best news ever, thank you for your prayers and support. We are going!! It's still tentative, but the effort is now afoot. Let's pray the way is paved before us to further relationships within the villages of the unreached in preparation for a harvest!
Oh--we discovered after our second night in the apartment that we may be sharing it with a small rodent. We're on the lookout!! I'm most distressed to say that my rival rodent and I are fighting over bananas! I'm not willing to share and I'm determined to overcome the little critter!
Friday, July 3, 2009
Flowing water. . .
Today we visited our focus slum community. Over the past 3-5 years, a community of approximately 1000 Nepali people has developed along the banks of the Bhagmati River that flows through Kathmandu. They live in poorly constructed shanties and draw their water from 4 pumps pulling directly from the river. This river water is used for laundry, cooking, bathing, and drinking. Sadly, the water is not suitable for drinking as the river is polluted with more than I care to describe.We've learned to make a water purification system utilizing a 300 liter container, rocks, silt, and sand. Amazing what you can do! Our next step is to consult with the community leadership to determine: 1) if they would like for us to build 2 systems for drinking water; 2) where. We've identified 2 target areas already. We are now in prayer for God to move upon the leadership and allow us to bless this community with water purification systems.
(The photo above is the slum community and river. I'll put more photos on facebook later.)
Room with a view. . .
From the pictures above, you can see the view from my room as well as the different areas of the apt: kitchen, bathroom, bedroom.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Moving forward. . .
Good morning to all! Yesterday was a fabulous day of settling in. My new roommate arrived--an awesome woman of God. I'm excited to get to know her along this journey. We spent the day with our host family discussing our projects and preparing our hearts and minds for what's ahead (more on this later!). My roommate, Michelle, and I also went grocery shopping exploring many different teas and also spent time getting to knw the other interns. There are 6 of us, with the sixth arriving today.
OK---I have the best news! I'm sure no one here can even comprehend my excitement. Normally, (I say 'normally' even though I've only visited Nepal twice before.) I spend 2-3 days in Kathmandu and 20+ days trekking through the Himalayas. I've been dreaming of the mountains. To me, this is the real Nepal: the beauty of God in both the mountains and the people of Nepal. Here in Kathmandu, resides the seat of a struggling government and the base of operations for tourism. Imagine DC in an underdeveloped country. It has it's own unique beauty. The east and west meet in a tangled form of tradition and western modernity. There is such desperation for change, but little understanding of what it entails. They will make it through these growing pains, I have no doubt. Perhaps what I call the "real Nepal" is mere fantasy. Many Nepali might disagree with my heart and eyes. Still, I ask no one take this vision from me as it fills my heart.
Who could deny God when surrounded by the immense silence of the Himalayas and the dramatic depths of the valleys? Let us not forget the vast expanse of the lowlands that I have yet to encounter. The truth: God cannot be denied! He need only be named and revealed by the Spirit Himself. This, of course, is no simple feat. It requires much prayer and fasting. In many cases, the spiritual battle is overwhelming. But alas, we know the Victor. We offer ourselves as willing servants--not to the people of Nepal, though they are worth it, but to our Lord, Healer, Savior. Our union with Christ is imperative. May we see, hear, and speak as He does. Let there be no separation. We give our hands, our feet, and our voices to Him in obedience to His will. This is how we demonstrate our love.
Since the beginning of summer, I've been researching an unreached people group, the Thakali, for our host family. God has laid a burden on them for the Gospel and their vision is growing! 3 of the interns have recently trekked to this area of Western Nepal to interview and develop relationship with them. Yesterday, our host suggested that we might also have an opportunity to travel to the West and meet with these people. This is the best news: an opportunity that I was not expecting! I am hopeful for this opportunity and trusting God's will.
Today is also an exciting day requiring much prayer. We will be visiting one of our target areas to determine where and how to build a water purifying system for a near-by slum community. Opportunity to witness abounds!
OK---I have the best news! I'm sure no one here can even comprehend my excitement. Normally, (I say 'normally' even though I've only visited Nepal twice before.) I spend 2-3 days in Kathmandu and 20+ days trekking through the Himalayas. I've been dreaming of the mountains. To me, this is the real Nepal: the beauty of God in both the mountains and the people of Nepal. Here in Kathmandu, resides the seat of a struggling government and the base of operations for tourism. Imagine DC in an underdeveloped country. It has it's own unique beauty. The east and west meet in a tangled form of tradition and western modernity. There is such desperation for change, but little understanding of what it entails. They will make it through these growing pains, I have no doubt. Perhaps what I call the "real Nepal" is mere fantasy. Many Nepali might disagree with my heart and eyes. Still, I ask no one take this vision from me as it fills my heart.
Who could deny God when surrounded by the immense silence of the Himalayas and the dramatic depths of the valleys? Let us not forget the vast expanse of the lowlands that I have yet to encounter. The truth: God cannot be denied! He need only be named and revealed by the Spirit Himself. This, of course, is no simple feat. It requires much prayer and fasting. In many cases, the spiritual battle is overwhelming. But alas, we know the Victor. We offer ourselves as willing servants--not to the people of Nepal, though they are worth it, but to our Lord, Healer, Savior. Our union with Christ is imperative. May we see, hear, and speak as He does. Let there be no separation. We give our hands, our feet, and our voices to Him in obedience to His will. This is how we demonstrate our love.
Since the beginning of summer, I've been researching an unreached people group, the Thakali, for our host family. God has laid a burden on them for the Gospel and their vision is growing! 3 of the interns have recently trekked to this area of Western Nepal to interview and develop relationship with them. Yesterday, our host suggested that we might also have an opportunity to travel to the West and meet with these people. This is the best news: an opportunity that I was not expecting! I am hopeful for this opportunity and trusting God's will.
Today is also an exciting day requiring much prayer. We will be visiting one of our target areas to determine where and how to build a water purifying system for a near-by slum community. Opportunity to witness abounds!
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
The day begins. . .
It is early morning here. Night's sweet sleep was most refreshing and I awoke to a gentle morning whispering rain. Deep breath--I'm here in Nepal again. It is a different Nepal. Still, what a great way to start the morning. Thank you for this gift of grace and life, Lord.
I turned in early after a fabulous dinner with our host family. My body awoke around 0430 this morning, but I managed to get in a good 8 hours of sleep. Let's pray my body adjusts to the time rather rapidly! There is much to do and there is no Starbucks!! The milk tea will have to do. I'm rather fond of Nepali tea anyway.
I hope to post some pictures today of my little apartment. It's more than enough and rather comfortable. I will be sharing it with one other intern who will be arriving today. We have a small kitchen complete with a small refrigerator and a 2 burner counter-top stove. We've got running water and a nice toilet (for those of you who are interested in knowing!!). Compared to previous stays in Nepal, this is most modern. AND. . .there is hot water. It takes a while to heat up, but it's worth it. I had the luxury of a hot, bucket bath this morning which felt so refreshing after 2 days of travel. I have the option for a full shower, but since the shower IS the bathroom, a bucket bath means less water to clean-up! Plus, most Nepali don't use shower heads preferring the bucket method. When in Rome, right?
It's rainy season in Nepal. To the inhabitants of Kathmandu, this means 2 things: power and lower temperatures (high of 79 F today) . It can get rather steamy in this valley! It's been a hard year for Nepal as their water reservoirs have been drained by increased electricity consumers. Nepal uses hydro-electric power (and also utilizes power from their neighbor India). This year, as demands increased for electricity, most probably due to the number of users and the cold winter draining power in order to heat homes, their water supply for power dropped. Nepal has been under severe power restrictions (12 hrs a day during the winter). With the rain bringing cooler temperatures and a rise in water, the power is much more consistent. The unstable political climate over the past decade has greatly affected Nepal's infrastructure. Please join me in prayer for a more stable government!
One final morning thought after a nice breakfast and hot tea: Thank you. Thank you, my God for allowing me to be here surrounded by your greatness. Who would I be without you? A shell, unable to see You or Your work and the beauty that is life in union with You. By your grace, I've been saved from my former self and am now filled to overflowing. Flow over, my Lord!
I turned in early after a fabulous dinner with our host family. My body awoke around 0430 this morning, but I managed to get in a good 8 hours of sleep. Let's pray my body adjusts to the time rather rapidly! There is much to do and there is no Starbucks!! The milk tea will have to do. I'm rather fond of Nepali tea anyway.
I hope to post some pictures today of my little apartment. It's more than enough and rather comfortable. I will be sharing it with one other intern who will be arriving today. We have a small kitchen complete with a small refrigerator and a 2 burner counter-top stove. We've got running water and a nice toilet (for those of you who are interested in knowing!!). Compared to previous stays in Nepal, this is most modern. AND. . .there is hot water. It takes a while to heat up, but it's worth it. I had the luxury of a hot, bucket bath this morning which felt so refreshing after 2 days of travel. I have the option for a full shower, but since the shower IS the bathroom, a bucket bath means less water to clean-up! Plus, most Nepali don't use shower heads preferring the bucket method. When in Rome, right?
It's rainy season in Nepal. To the inhabitants of Kathmandu, this means 2 things: power and lower temperatures (high of 79 F today) . It can get rather steamy in this valley! It's been a hard year for Nepal as their water reservoirs have been drained by increased electricity consumers. Nepal uses hydro-electric power (and also utilizes power from their neighbor India). This year, as demands increased for electricity, most probably due to the number of users and the cold winter draining power in order to heat homes, their water supply for power dropped. Nepal has been under severe power restrictions (12 hrs a day during the winter). With the rain bringing cooler temperatures and a rise in water, the power is much more consistent. The unstable political climate over the past decade has greatly affected Nepal's infrastructure. Please join me in prayer for a more stable government!
One final morning thought after a nice breakfast and hot tea: Thank you. Thank you, my God for allowing me to be here surrounded by your greatness. Who would I be without you? A shell, unable to see You or Your work and the beauty that is life in union with You. By your grace, I've been saved from my former self and am now filled to overflowing. Flow over, my Lord!
Layover in Delhi. . .finally, arrived in Nepal!
For the record, I love to fly! I'm not as fond of domestic flights as I am of international flights. I enjoy the airport experiences, the people, and even the plane food!! Ever been stuffed on plane food? More than the tangible aspects of flying, I love the sense of new adventure that international flights spark: embarking to the unknown!
It was a long layover in Delhi. The first leg from Dulles to France was a little over 7 hours; from France to Delhi, the flight was a little over 7 hours. The layover in Delhi (2300-0600) was 7 hours!! Notice a trend? It was a hard 7 hours in Delhi! Thankfully, the transit lounge was air conditioned. I managed to get a few 20 min naps in while sitting upright in those lovely airport chairs. Ughhh. . . perhaps that explains my current exhaustion! But I dare not rest my eyes just yet (BTW, we're about 10 hours ahead of EST). Dal Bhat is cooking for lunch!!! Yes---this is the finest Nepali cuisine.
While in the air and during my grueling layover, I've been increasingly engaged in Thomas Merton's autobiography, The Seven Storey Mountain. Early in his spiritual journey to faith, he came to an awesome conclusion that I am determined to adopt: "the only way to live [is] to live in a world that [is] charged with the presence and reality of God." I find great truth in this simple yet profound perspective of living for truly God is everywhere. Not only must we dare to live as though we are loved (a difficult task by itself and one I'm practising to embrace), but we must also live to see the presence of God in all things. Jesus stated that we are not of the world (John 17:16), but He did not pray we would be removed from the world. In fact, He sent us into it. Still, living in union with Christ requires that we live apart, that we maintain holy boundaries. Perhaps the only way to maintain spiritual sanity in this decaying world is to see the presence of God in all things and let Jesus live within and through us. This, I think, is part of living a supernatural life. What a worthy desire!
It was a long layover in Delhi. The first leg from Dulles to France was a little over 7 hours; from France to Delhi, the flight was a little over 7 hours. The layover in Delhi (2300-0600) was 7 hours!! Notice a trend? It was a hard 7 hours in Delhi! Thankfully, the transit lounge was air conditioned. I managed to get a few 20 min naps in while sitting upright in those lovely airport chairs. Ughhh. . . perhaps that explains my current exhaustion! But I dare not rest my eyes just yet (BTW, we're about 10 hours ahead of EST). Dal Bhat is cooking for lunch!!! Yes---this is the finest Nepali cuisine.
While in the air and during my grueling layover, I've been increasingly engaged in Thomas Merton's autobiography, The Seven Storey Mountain. Early in his spiritual journey to faith, he came to an awesome conclusion that I am determined to adopt: "the only way to live [is] to live in a world that [is] charged with the presence and reality of God." I find great truth in this simple yet profound perspective of living for truly God is everywhere. Not only must we dare to live as though we are loved (a difficult task by itself and one I'm practising to embrace), but we must also live to see the presence of God in all things. Jesus stated that we are not of the world (John 17:16), but He did not pray we would be removed from the world. In fact, He sent us into it. Still, living in union with Christ requires that we live apart, that we maintain holy boundaries. Perhaps the only way to maintain spiritual sanity in this decaying world is to see the presence of God in all things and let Jesus live within and through us. This, I think, is part of living a supernatural life. What a worthy desire!
Monday, June 29, 2009
On my way to Nepal. . .
A good friend of mine suggested I create a blog to document and share God's activity during my journey in Nepal this summer. I don't know that I'm the blogging type, but I'll give it a whirl.
I leave this afternoon for a new adventure in Nepal. I have few expectations other than to meet God. This trip to Nepal will be unlike any other I've taken. I've trekked through parts of this beautiful country twice before. Those are stories worth sharing at a later date! Perhaps many will enjoy those spiritual and physical adventures when I finish my book!! This trip, however, is based in Kathmandu. I wonder if the vast immensity of the Himalayas will call my name. I think I can already hear the whisper. Words cannot describe the beauty of God in these mountains.
While in Kathmandu, it is necessary to exercise a bit of discretion. It is illegal to proselytize in Nepal so identities and locations will not be mentioned. The intent and purpose of this blog is simply to share eye witness testimonies of God's work so that He might be glorified. I should have semi-regular access to internet to keep all updated.
I invite all to pray with me during the month of July. Pray that God would use me to be a light in Kathmandu. I believe hearts and minds have already been prepared. I do not know in what capacity I will serve, but I am ready to empty myself in order to be filled by Him, the One I serve. He has opened every door for this trip so I walk and pray in bold confidence knowing His glory will be revealed. It is my personal prayer to walk in deeper intimacy with my Lord so that I might be of use to Him. It is by the strength and grace of our vertical relationship that we are enabled to reach out to the horizontal.
I am departing with all that I think I need to include the Word, my journal, and some of Thomas Merton's contemplative works. It will be a long ride (2 days) before landing in Nepal! God speak, I pray and prepare me for this chapter of the book You are writing!
I leave this afternoon for a new adventure in Nepal. I have few expectations other than to meet God. This trip to Nepal will be unlike any other I've taken. I've trekked through parts of this beautiful country twice before. Those are stories worth sharing at a later date! Perhaps many will enjoy those spiritual and physical adventures when I finish my book!! This trip, however, is based in Kathmandu. I wonder if the vast immensity of the Himalayas will call my name. I think I can already hear the whisper. Words cannot describe the beauty of God in these mountains.
While in Kathmandu, it is necessary to exercise a bit of discretion. It is illegal to proselytize in Nepal so identities and locations will not be mentioned. The intent and purpose of this blog is simply to share eye witness testimonies of God's work so that He might be glorified. I should have semi-regular access to internet to keep all updated.
I invite all to pray with me during the month of July. Pray that God would use me to be a light in Kathmandu. I believe hearts and minds have already been prepared. I do not know in what capacity I will serve, but I am ready to empty myself in order to be filled by Him, the One I serve. He has opened every door for this trip so I walk and pray in bold confidence knowing His glory will be revealed. It is my personal prayer to walk in deeper intimacy with my Lord so that I might be of use to Him. It is by the strength and grace of our vertical relationship that we are enabled to reach out to the horizontal.
I am departing with all that I think I need to include the Word, my journal, and some of Thomas Merton's contemplative works. It will be a long ride (2 days) before landing in Nepal! God speak, I pray and prepare me for this chapter of the book You are writing!
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