The penning of papacy

Justice

2009-02-05T16:38:00.000-08:00

In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

Martin Luther King Jr.

If you don't experience injustice on a daily basis for either yourself or someone else, you are an oppressor. Those who sense injustice deeply for others without acting are self occupied and unsatisfied.

Consider the life of Martin Luther King Jr. He grew up labelled a colored or worse. He grew up counted as an oppressed person. He was forced to drink from a different fountain than whites. He was forced to go to different schools. But he did not become self occupied and self pitying. Instead, to borrow a phrase from Teddy Rosevelt, he spent himself in worthy causes. It was in seeking justice for others that Martin Luther King overcame his own personal injustice even in his own lifetime. As a matter of fact in his last speech he said this:

"Well, I don't know what will happen now. We've got some difficult days ahead. But it doesn't matter with me now. Because I've been to the mountaintop. And I don't mind. Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I'm not concerned about that now. I just want to do God's will. And He's allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I've looked over. And I've seen the promised land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the promised land. And I'm happy, tonight. I'm not worried about anything. I'm not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord."

He did not get there with his people but rather before them. He climbed the mountain by fighting on behalf of others injustices rather than fighting for his own. In that he became of a giant among men. Is this what is meant by Psalms 58:6-8

6 “No, this is the kind of fasting I want:
Free those who are wrongly imprisoned;
lighten the burden of those who work for you.
Let the oppressed go free,
and remove the chains that bind people.
7 Share your food with the hungry,
and give shelter to the homeless.
Give clothes to those who need them,
and do not hide from relatives who need your help.

8 “Then your salvation will come like the dawn,
and your wounds will quickly heal.
Your godliness will lead you forward,
and the glory of the Lord will protect you from behind.

If so then what injustice are you hanging on to? Who will stand to accuse you of being silent when you should have spoken?

Driving in Reverse

2009-01-25T15:05:00.001-08:00

There is this curious spot in the Republic of Georgia where if you put your car in neutral it roles uphill.

In recent years there has been a trend of suburbanites moving back to the city. I was at a party in my inner city community that was attended by many folks who have recently moved back into the city. Many had found the charms of old neighborhoods with wide streets and parks irresistable. Many have found the hope of buying low and selling high exciting. They are young couples mostly from the ages of 25 to 40. In the sixties the trend was the exact opposite.

Many fled the cities to leave for the suburbs. People were excited to experience more solitude. They wanted better schools and less pollution from factories. They wanted to escape from the neighborhoods where the crime rate was rising. When they left their incomes which went to support the neighborhoods they were living in went with them. Schools systems got worse. Crime increased more. Jobs were scarce. Hope went with them to the suburbs and left the inner city to decay.

Unfortunately, there was also a racial dimension to this migrations. Many of the inner cities became poor African American communities. Many of the suburbs became white communities. Now it seems that the car is going back up hill. It doesn't seem to make sense but the same "type" of people who abandonded the city are now returning to it.

The question is...what will history tell of this time? Will it look back to say that once again the white return flight displaced the poor and moved the mariginal to the margins of the cities? One thing that has been a huge surprise to me is that many of those moving back into the cities are of the Christian faith. Many of those low income families living within the city are also of the Christian faith. But it is like the ways they practice their faith don't connect with each other. In fact, it is almost as if they are practing two seperate faith systems.

What if the two groups could find a meeting place and learn to worship and live together?

The Return of the Jedi

2009-01-21T12:42:00.000-08:00

I chose this Title because Star Wars is a set of movies that just wnen you thought they were gone they came out with a whole new series. I realize that I haven't written on this blog in quite a while. Its been just under two years in fact. These two years have helped me discover quite a bit about life. I have learned things about myself. I've learned things about others. And I think I've become a deeper person over this time. So today I just felt like writing. I felt like saying something. I didn't feel like being clever or creative just expressing myself. When I write I feel like I am touching a deeper part of myself. That I am communicating with people something that until I begin to type remains only a feeling. At times when I write and I want to express something I have to really focus and then the sentence just comes forward. And then the Thesis just writes itself. It isn't that I have to come up with something to write as much as I have to get inside and find that something that is already written within. It is that clarity that makes writing fun.

The thing is it would be great if life were a bit more like writing. It would be great if there was a bit more clarity as to that thing which is our purpose. And I really don't know if just focusing harder is enough to get us there. I think the equivalent to focusing harder is learning to endure for a dream. I know suffering and sacrifice are key elements to attaining purpose. But to achieve a noble dream perhaps it takes more than a moment of suffering or sacrifice. To achieve a noble dream, that which is worthy of the life we have been given, takes full commitment. I believe it is at that moment that the Thesis writes itself.

Piper Against the American Dream

2007-04-11T12:19:00.000-07:00

"You don't want to be always sitting high in your SUV dropping nickels into other people's dreams."

John Piper
Passion '07
Quoted in Christianity Today

Phil Laeger's New Release

2006-11-29T07:12:00.000-08:00

Hi:

I want everyone to go check out Phil's new, FREE, music release on his websites. You can see what Phil has to say about it as well as the websites where you can find it below.

I want you to go there because Phil is an extremely gifted guy and his lyrics and music WILL bless your socks off!

Jason

Hey guys,

I'm writing to let you know that my new album, Pride & Glory, Truth &
Beauty, is now available online @ any of the following websites:

www.phillaeger.com
www.saytunes.com/bands/phillaeger
www.myspace.com/laeger
www.purevolume.com/phillaeger

Recently, I was at a prayer and fasting retreat where the speaker
pointed out that one of the constant themes of the New Testament is
the Apostle Paul's prayer for more light, both for himself and for
those he had led to Christ.

This album is a prayer for light. The songs on it were written as
far back as almost 10 years, and as recently as just a few months
ago. They're held together by the theme of sight. It is a prayer
that I am still praying, a prayer that all of us are called to pray
as Christians. It is a prayer put in our hearts by the Holy Spirit.
It is the prayer for more light from the Lord.

Light for our pride. Because God resists the proud but gives grace
to the humble.
Light to see His glory. Because the glory of God is all around us
and yet our sin hides Him from us.
Light to know His truth. Because even our best reasoning cannot
bring us to the revelation of God.
Light to see His beauty. Because even the faintest glimpse will
awaken our senses and set us in our right minds.

I hope you enjoy the album. I hope that you are blessed as you
listen and that it encourages you to press in even further in your
quest to know Him.

"May God give you the spirit of wisdom and revelation" so that you
can see His glory, know His truth and experience His beauty.

Grace and more grace to you,

Phil

Great Quote

2006-11-22T20:41:00.000-08:00

"And don't let anyone make you think God chose America as his divine messianic force to be a sort of policeman of the whole world. God has a way of standing before the nations with judgment and it seems that I can hear God saying to America, "You're too arrogant. If you don't change your ways, I will rise up and break the backbone of your power, and I will place it in the hands of a nation that doesn't even know my name. Be still and know that I am God."

Martin Luther King Jr.

MountainTop

2006-11-19T16:30:00.000-08:00

Last week I took a trip to Gatlinburg to pick out a hotel for our young adult retreat.

On the way home I drove directly over the top of the smoky mountains. A storm had come through the day before. You may have heard about this storm producing tornadoes and the lives that were lost in Alabama and North Carolina.

Well when the storm passed over the Smoky Mountains it had quite a different effect. The trees were left with a layer of whiteness. The limbs crisscrossed creating various patterns of white lines.

All along the rodeside people had stopped and were taking pictures. I had ran into this serendipitously. At the bottom of the mountain the temps had been over 50. My lightweight jacket was laying in the backseat where it had been most of the day.

Being from the south I don't get to see much snow. I have even vowed to phil that I am going to Boston when it snows. I couldn't resist stopping. I couldn't resist making a snowball. And as I was all by myself I couldn't resist throwing that snowball at my car.

Snow, I am convinced, was made to be shared. It creates a feeling of excitement and love. I wanted to call my wife but I had no signal. So I spent the time with my creator.

In the Republic of Georgia they have word, "ertat" which means "alone--together". So I spent this time ertat with God. I screamed into the snowy woods, into God's ears, into God's heart, "GORGEOUS!"

The question came to mind, "if a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it does it make a sound?" I scratched my head. I thought. I looked down and a piece of my hair had fallen on the seat. I didn't even feel it fall out. Then I remembered God knows every hair on my head. As the hair came loose he knew it.

As I drove away I resolved that God is always there to hear it. He knows the depths of our beings. He is gorgeous. And we can dance with Him when there is no one else around.

Great Quote

2006-11-10T12:10:00.000-08:00

Some people will never learn anything because they understand everything too soon.

Alexander Pope

Freedom

2006-11-04T19:44:00.000-08:00

While watching Braveheart tonight this stream of quotes filled me and I found an unplanned devotional time unfolded as I wrote this blog.

Every man dies,not every man really lives.

William Wallace quote from Braveheart

Matthew 10:39
Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it.

"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

Teddy Roosevelt

I'd rather die than not have wings to fly...All you want is all I have, and all you give is your life...Phil Laeger, Moriah, Golgotha and Paradise

"FREEEDOMMMM!!"

Halloween

2006-10-31T17:43:00.000-08:00

My divisional commander said today that halloween is one of his favorite holidays. It is a time when there are no financial pressures of gift buying. It is a time when you don't have to prepare a huge meal. You can just have fun.

I have one thing to add to this...it is a time when you get to meet your neighborhood. You buy some candy and when the parents and the kids come by you exchange pleasantries...with folks you may never have met before.

Now I know many Christians have a problem with halloween. And I am not trying to make a case for or against halloween by this journal. But is it a shame that the most "pagan" holiday has more to do with loving your neighbors than any of the others?

Hoop Dreams

2006-10-30T06:04:00.000-08:00

Just got back from our Divisional Fall Youth Event.

The event is held at the Georgia Division's Camp. We had around 100 teens. It was THE premier weekend for fall colors in the Georgia mountains. The temperature was cold as far as us southerners understand cold. The wind was blowing most of the day Saturday. I was to organize a three on three basketball tournament on Saturday but only seven guys showed up. So we played four campers against three staff for the "championship" of the weekend. They just don't make delegate basketball players like they used to. As the leaves fell so too fell the hopes and dreams of the camper team, so too fell our shots through the hoop.

For a moment just before we made the last shot to win the second game I reflected back to just a few years ago when I had another great basketball contest on this same campground. It was a one on one affair. The boys had battled hard that day. In the end I had watched as one Drew Forster dropped the championship goal in the basket, ending my hopes of glory. I had vowed that day to never step foot on that court again unless I was prepared. Now three years later here I was about to redeem myself. And then it happened the ball went through the hoop giving us the victory!

There were no great theological sound bites that I have to share from the weekend, no great falling on your face before God and crying out. But there was a simple breeze of the Spirit that covered our times there. There was a deeper understanding of God's presence that seemed to permeate most of what was done throughout the weekend (this of course excludes the fist fight that occurred near the flag football game. No, Phil I wasn't involved in the fight)."

It was fall. There was a newness in the air. I am not sure how leaves dying and warmth leaving somehow gives me a fresh feeling, but it does. It tells me things can be redeemed.

Celebration

2006-10-25T06:10:00.000-07:00

I am the director at an apartment complex ministry in an immigrant community. After being in the hospital all last week I was able to get back to the apartment this week. I noticed elizabeth and Lucy meeting with some of the kids one on one. When I went over to find out what was going on they kind of shooed me away. After a few minutes all the kids told me they had a secret. They wanted to congratulate me on graduating from Seminary and for getting out of the hospital. They had all signed a card for me.

Now the kids are all between the ages of 7 - 13 (except for Franky age 4 who came with his brother yesterday). So they didn't write the most complex things. But what they wrote really lifted my spirits. Just things like, "We missed you" and "We love you" and my favorite, "Your so cool." Seriously laughed out loud as I typed that!

Receiving--its hard sometimes. I think one of the things I have tried my best to learn lately has been how to receive love from others. How do I soak in the words of these kids? My initial reaction would be to laugh it off, push it away, not think about it. But I am learning to listen, to let love do its work in rejuvenating my heart. And what about God? What might he write on a card?

20th Century Shift

2006-10-23T07:28:00.000-07:00

I am reading a book by Franky Shaeffer called, "Addicted to Mediocrity." In it he traces through the 20th century shifts in thinking both in the church and society. His main focus is on the loss of appreciation among Christians for the arts. The chapter I just read is called: "spirituality" and "secularism."

This chapter says that during the 20th century the church began to compartmentalize spirituality. Thus many more people began to live different lives on Sunday than on Monday. Shaeffer says, "If God is some spiritualized 'praise the lord' feeling, then He is not much of a God. Indeed, He is not I AM at all. When our Christianity is allowed to become merely spiritual and inward without the incarnational and outward expressions of God's presence in the world, our faith is no longer meaningful in all areas of life."

Secondly, this chapter says the society of the 20th century was influenced by Darwinism and industrial factors. It became a society that judged things on the basis of how much they could produce. Shaeffer states, "so the tree which once had value, not least of which was its beauty, its shimmering leaves, the dappled shades it cast upon the mossy ground beneath, now only had value because of how many cubic feet of paper could be produced from it."

And people in the church began to be judged in the same way. From Shaeffer's point of view, "Now everything anyone did had to measure up somehow in utilitarian terms in the church..it had to help in its efforts, in its programs, its church growth emphasis week or whatever."

Is there a beauty that is unquantifiable in the Christian's life?

The Sun knew not the beauty of its rays,
When knowledge came to steal the day,
and darkness fell across my eyes,
The Moon reflected the beauty of its cries.
JP

IVs and RNs

2006-10-19T18:17:00.000-07:00

I have been through a pretty discouraging week. Last Friday I noticed what I thought might be a spider bite on my leg. After going to the emergency room I was admitted to the hospital. I thought at the most I might be there overnight and then be back on my feet the next day.

Well, I finally got out today at lunch. I struggled daily to keep my spirits up. The hardest day was yesterday. I thought I was going home at lunch and the doctor didn't even show up to talk to me until after lunch. He told me he wanted me to stay another day so he could get some more antibiotics in me.

It seems that what I had on my leg wasn't necessarily a spider bite but it was an infection that was resistant to penicillin. So the doctors really wanted to treat it through an IV antibiotic.

To make matters worse my skin is extremely sensitive and so my arms kept reacting to the medicine where the IV was inserted. I have seven different bruises left on my arm where the IVs were inserted. As last night neared I tried to cheer myself by telling myself I only had to let them get through one more puncture. Then it all came to a head when a nurse inserted an IV close to my wrist and it hit a nerve.

It hurt so bad. I was tired. She didn't seem to get it. She kept grabbing it and while moving it she would say "well it shouldn't hurt." I guess these were one of those times where the ought tos differ from the ares. Cause it hurt every time she touched it. I was done. I went to sleep without a needle in my arm. I checked out today without the last two doses of antibiotics.

Every day we meet people just like me...tired, hurt,discouraged and about to give up.

Isa 42:3 -
A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. In faithfulness he will bring forth justice;

So I have to remind myself from this to ask myself about those people I meet and deal with: Are you about to push them over the edge or you helping encourage them towards Christ?

Band Warriors

2006-10-10T06:01:00.000-07:00

What happens when we take our military metaphor too literally?

From Praise to Dog House

2006-10-07T08:28:00.000-07:00

So, this morning, in the shower, I was thinking about the song, "Heart of Worship." I was going over the practical implications of this song for my life. I was praying.

I dried off and headed downstairs with the song still in my head. As I neared the kitchen I spontaneously began to sing it, loudly. Unbeknownst to myself the postman was nearing our front door which was on the other side of the downstairs, and thus out of my sight. Our two rather big dogs, began to howl, at him.

Have you ever heard the joke about when you sing the dogs howl? Needless to say I went from God focused to self consoling in a heart beat.

As I typed this post I began to wonder how many times in life we needless skip from being God-conscious to a self-deprecating consciousness?

Phil Laeger

2006-10-04T11:58:00.000-07:00

Saw my friend Phil last weekend. He said I need to write more about things that are going on in my personal life than just events. So for Phil...I went cosmic bowling Saturday night. I was competing hard both games we played the first game Ben edged me out by 4 points. The second game Ben edged me out by one point. The saddest part about it was there were five of us bowling and the first game Ben and I were competing for third place...the second game there were only four bowling and we were competing for third place. And I lost...

Spiritual Warfare

2006-10-02T03:57:00.000-07:00

Ephesians 6:10-16 points out that as Christians we wrestle not against flesh and blood but against spiritual powers and principalities.

I am an avid viewer of Fox News and CNN. I especially like the shows where there is a democrat and republican who go head to head with each other. It is interesting the word choices they use to bring negative or positive connotations to their arguments. And most of the time we find the truth is somewhere in the middle.

But it sometimes seems we have turned our church leadership boards into halls of congress. If you use the right catch word your programs get approved. If you align yourself with the right people you receive positions with more influence. Could this whole system be influenced by principalities and spiritual forces?

Perspective is not reality. Perspective may be reality if God did not exist. There is a verse that says God does not only look at the outward appearance but also at the heart. In the same way, leaders feel the pressure of dressing up programs and ministry which are only having limited positive effects in order to keep their credibility and money flow. By comparing these programs to others that may not be wrapped as pretty they gain favor. Many leaders who don't have the skills of promotion and marketing are changing lives but are being harangued by others because of the outward appearance of the program.

I believe it is time for us to go deeper in spiritual leadership. It is time for us transcend the "politics" of human kind and negotiate through the "love" of the kingdom. This will need major prayer. We need to ask to walk by faith and not by sight. We need to ask to be emptied of selfish ambition. We need to ask for Holy vision.

Right now we are calling out for revival. I don't know how that might begin? Maybe it begins with our churches having massive emotional events. Or maybe it begins with us leaders, on our knees, putting on the belt of truth, so that we may fight against the temptations of negative leadership.

WB

2006-10-01T18:33:00.000-07:00

Tonight, I met a guy who is the great grandson (or something like that) of William Booth. For some reason I felt a strange urge to touch him. Now I am not one who creates SA icons are anything but there is something down in my heart that just has a reverance for the man who started it all. Anybody know what I mean?

A Report on Our Trip

2006-09-29T06:21:00.000-07:00

REBUILD, RESTORE, RENEW ORLEANS

The Georgia Division sent a team of young adults to New Orleans from September 20- September 24, 2006. The team set off with the claiming Isaiah 43:2:

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you,
And through the rivers, they will not overflow you.

The nine member team was made up of members from four different corps. The group began the trip barely knowing one another but quickly became a team.

The team left Atlanta on September 20 and enjoyed an eight hour van ride to New Orleans. They arrived at 6:30 pm, just in time for the weekly prayer service. Major Mike Hawley greeted the team in the parking lot and invited them inside. It was at this first prayer service that Hawley let the team know the importance of the mission he felt called to give them.

One year ago New Orleans had flooded, many of the residents were forced to leave and many businesses closed down. Likewise, the Salvation Army had closed its corps when flood waters had made the building unsafe for people. Just this summer the building has been restored. On October 1, the Territorial commander will preach at the grand reopening of the corps.

Our Team’s Mission

Our team’s mission was to follow up with people who had been to the Salvation Army for disaster service and received spiritual care. We were given their addresses, a map and fliers that announced the reopening. We were also to minister to all of the residents around the areas of the addresses we were given.

As our team started meeting people we realized the massive need that still exists in the city. One team came upon a woman sitting on her porch with her sister. The lady showed us her house. She kept saying, “There is nothing left.” But then she said, “My sister lost more. She lost her husband and all her kids in the storm.” She then asked the team to pray for her sister. As we gathered around her there wasn’t a dry eye in the group. The realization of the important things in life seeped deep into the hearts of those praying.

At another stop a team found a family whose front yard was full of sewage. The smell was horrid. The inside of the home was filled with fumes as well. They thanked the team for stopping. They said everyone else had just driven past. One of the women there said all she needed was a hug. That was something the team was happy to give her.

At another location the team saw a group of guys dealing drugs. The team went over and invited them to church. While the team was there a car pulled up and asked what the team was there for? The dealers announced to the car that it was The Salvation Army.

At another location a team knocked at the door of a house. A lady came to the door and asked who they were? The team responded, “The Salvation Army.” The lady said, “Oh praise God I was just praying for help and you guys knocked on the door.” As the team entered she began to tell them her story. She had not left her house because she was afraid she would get lost in the paperwork and not be able to receive assistance from FEMA. As a result she had gotten sick and ended up in the hospital. Her feet were black from the fungus which resulted from her walking in the water. As she told the team the story they listened to the song she had playing in the background.

God will make a way,
When there seems to be no way,
He works in ways we cannot see,
He will make a way for me.

It was to this song that she was praying, “God please make a way.” And as she prayed the knock came on the door and it was our team.

In all well over 100 people were visited and invited to church. There were many more stories just like these from our visits.

Our Team’s Spiritual Experience

Our team had devotions together each day. The first day we focused on the battle not being against flesh and blood but against Spiritual powers. We read a prayer together asking God to help us put on the full armor of God.

The second day we were invited to participate with some of the workers at the recovery center in their daily devotional time. Our team was asked to give a couple of testimonies. Regina Scott from the Lakewood corps gave her testimony about how the people she had met had opened her eyes to the need in the city. John Ragan gave his testimony about how incredible it was to reach out to people whom the workers we were with had previously witnessed to. He commended them on the work they had done.

Captain Richmond was invited to speak. He spoke from Matthew 21. This is the passage that talks about being able to do all things through faith. The passage says if you have faith you can even have a mountain thrown into the sea. What an appropriate passage in light of the woman the team met.

The third day the team discussed having a passion for souls. We talked about what we could personally be involved with in order to help out the next time there is a major disaster. The fourth day of the trip we gathered for a small worship service in the chapel of the New Orleans Corps.

During this worship service Katrina Scott gave her testimony about how much the trip had meant to her. She said she had always thought of New Orleans as a place where people go to party. When she first heard about the trip she struggled with why she wanted to go. In the end she said she remembers telling her young daughter she was going to New Orleans to work because the people there needed her.

Just after the service Nathaniel Weaver came to me and said that although he thought he would only need his Bible for the Sunday morning service, he found out God had a much greater purpose for it. On Saturday evening he was sitting in his room and found he had an intense desire to read the scripture. He opened up his Bible at Matthew. He read the whole book of Matthew and half of the book of Mark. Praise the Lord for His Holy Spirit.

The City of New Orleans

The Monday night football game was played in New Orleans just after we left. Ironically it was the Atlanta Falcons versus the Saints. Many in the media portrayed the city as finally getting back to normal. This simply was not the case. Some areas of the lower ninth ward look like the disaster hit just yesterday. The team was able to go through some of these areas.

While in the French Quarter I saw a shirt that said Rebuild, Restore, Renew Orleans. I believe it is just this that the Lord is hard at work through The Salvation Army and many other agencies in New Orleans. Perhaps we can join them in prayer for this city.

Revive, Rebuild, Restore, Re New Orleans

2006-09-25T08:12:00.000-07:00

I've just this morning returned from an amazing mission trip to New Orleans.

The Georgia Division took a team of nine to help restart corps work there. We were able to pray with a woman who had lost her husband and all her children in the storm. We ministered to people in the ninth ward. We prayed through the lower ninth ward (most people have not returned to their homes in that section). We invited over 100 people to attend the reopening of the corps on Oct. 1.

I found a shirt in the french quarter which said,"rebuild, restore, re new orleans." In our worship time on Sunday morning, one of the spiritual care workers there said she wanted to see the city revived. While talking with my wife Kelly, she reminded that re means "again."

New Orleans was founded by two frenchmen who while taking into account the mammoth mosquitos, swamps and alligators, saw great potential in a port city at the base of the Mississippi. They named the city after Orleans, France the home of Joan of Arc. Joan of Arc overcame great odds to become a national hero. Perhaps it was this spirit the pioneers hoped to employ by naming the city Noevelle Orleans. It worked. A city was birthed overcoming great odds!

What's in a name? The summary of a character and culture forged through history. The hope of a rebirth. Perhaps a prophetic message about the spiritual needs of a people whose hearts have been flooded by the tragedy. Let us pray for the people of New Orleans. God, Re New Orleans!

China Project

2006-09-18T08:46:00.001-07:00

Check out this website...

If you click on the Global Projects link and then the China link you will find the project I worked on last spring.

www.stopthetraffik.co.uk

Emma Booth-Tucker

2006-09-14T17:08:00.000-07:00

Commissioner Emma-Booth Tucker once said, "Wherever on earth there is a soul, there in measure must beat the heart of The Salvation Army."

I pray that God will awaken every heart to this truth. If we are to have a passion for souls then how can we neglect even one? How could a soul who lives in Yemen be any less important to God than one who lives in ATL?

China and Male Prostitution

2006-08-31T06:55:00.000-07:00

Prostitution Exports Expand to Include Male Variety
Aug.23,2006 20:50 KST

Digital Chosunilbo

In the midst of the already plenty disgraceful news of the pan-pacific expedition into the U.S. of Korean sex trade workers, now even Korean host bars (with male prostitutes) have been uncovered in China.

According to a statement from the Seoul Metropolitan Police on Wednesday, a 36-year-old Korean man being identified by his last name Kim is being held by Chinese authorities under suspicion of hiring male hosts to work at his sex bar. Nine men who worked at the bar have been booked here but not detained. It is alleged that Kim earned some 696,000 Yuan (W83.5 million; US$1=W956) in illegal profits through his business venture that catered to Chinese women and Korean female tourists between December of last year and February of this year. Police say that Kim employed his own style of "Korean Wave marketing": proudly noting on the handbills and Internet ads that the men were Korean.

A police insider says, "The male workers would either perform a nude show, or perform various other kinds of lewd acts using their naked bodies." The establishment was uncovered by Chinese public security officials in February, and the owner is currently being tried, while the employees were deported after serving 15-30 days in prison. Police say that they have received a statement from Kim that he even had a recruiter to bring Korean men and Korean Chinese to work at his bar. Police are currently trying to locate the man.

(englishnews@chosun.com )

From Christianity Today

2006-08-30T15:17:00.000-07:00

Christianity Today, September 2006

Q&A
Nicholas Kristof
Interview by Collin Hansen | posted 08/30/2006 09:30 a.m.

What has your reporting taught you about Christianity in China?

Christianity has certainly been growing since the early 1980s. But in the past there's been a certain stigma attached to it among some intellectual quarters, because often the Christians have been peasants. It struck me that in the last few years there have been more intellectuals in the cities converting to Christianity.

To some degree Christianity has also become linked to democratic protest in a way that reminds me a lot of South Korea in the 1980s. I think the government is really nervous about how to deal with this. Christianity creates networks of people around the country, which is something that traditionally the Communist Party has not faced. It creates a source of moral authority and legitimacy that is outside the government. In Poland the Communist Party had this terrible problem with the Catholic Church. The Chinese never had anything remotely like that. The Christian church may be the beginnings of such a framework. And the fact that President Bush is a Christian, is concerned about Christians in China, that gives Christians in China a measure of protection that Falun Gong, for example, does not. China would not get away with beating to death lots and lots of underground Christian church leaders.

In this country we somewhat exaggerate the degree of repression against Christianity. It's very real, but it tends to be somewhat localized. Your average Christian in China hasn't been threatened, doesn't know anybody who's been beaten up. Christianity to some degree has become cool. It's become kind of a famous brand in the same way people want to have brand name clothes or carry a brand name purse. There is an element in China of Christianity being a brand name religion.

What are some ways that Christians in America can encourage the growth of Christianity in China?

I don't think we should exaggerate our ability to shape what goes on in Chinese society. All those vast efforts to send missionaries to China early in the 20th century really didn't get very far. The future of faith in China is going to be determined by the Chinese themselves. Where you get Christians who are arrested, beaten up, I think Americans can and should play a role in denouncing those kinds of abuses and speaking out against those kinds of injustices.

But if Christians are perceived as a fifth column or as pawns of Americans, that will discredit it. China is a deeply nationalist country. Americans should also be a little bit leery because Christianity in China covers a huge range. There are also a number of cults that call themselves Christians. When they get in trouble, they try to get help from the West.

Christians shouldn't only speak up on behalf of Christians who are tortured. Falun Gong is bearing the biggest brunt of religious repression in China. It behooves the American evangelical community to speak up when Falun Gong believers are tortured or their children taken away.

BBC report on China and Human Trafficking

2006-08-23T08:03:00.000-07:00

I am sorry about such a long delay. I have been working on finishing my final paper for school which I did last week. Anyway, I am planning on getting updated on blogger now.

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China slow to wake up to human trade
By Jill McGivering
BBC News, Yunnan

Young girls in Yunnan want to go to cities or abroad to find jobs
As China opens up, people trafficking is emerging as a growing threat, but officials are reluctant to admit the scale of the problem.

In Yunnan province, young women are being sold as wives or to brothels and sweat shops in Thailand.

Life in the small Yunnan villages, close to the border with Burma, is very different from other parts of China where the economy is booming. This is a sleepy world of lush rice paddies, hillsides bursting with rubber trees and dotted with Buddhist temples.

Many villages here contain ethnic minorities whose language and culture has more in common with northern Thailand than with the Han Chinese.

Local people say trade across the border with Burma has fallen. So too has tourism. So for young people growing up in these small hillside villages, there is little opportunity.

Every year, thousands of them pack up and leave, heading for China's cities or crossing through Burma to Thailand in the hope of well-paid jobs.

Some do make money and come back to the villages to show off their success. That only encourages more young people to follow suit. But for an unknown but perhaps growing number, it all goes horribly wrong.

'Tricked'

Trafficking is a hugely sensitive subject here. Officials do not really want to talk about it. And neither do victims. It took a lot of negotiating to find a young woman who was prepared to speak out for the first time and tell her story publicly.

Qing-qing says human trafficking has become a cycle
Qing-qing is 19 now but when she was just seven years old, she and her mother were sold.

"A woman my mother knows came to our house with some men we hadn't seen before," she told me. "My mother was tricked. They sold her as a bride to a man in eastern China."

The man beat her and her mother, she said, close to tears. At the age of 12, Qing-qing was forced to leave school and go to work. Their ordeal continued for eight years before they managed to escape and come home to their Yunnan village.

I asked her if this trafficking of vulnerable women still went on. "Yes," she said. "It's still going on in nearby villages."

"I know people who went through the same experience as my mother. Later some of them came back to the village to trick other people in the same way. It's become a cycle."

Teenagers

It was very difficult to find officials who could give a clear picture of the scale of trafficking.

One local Communist Party secretary told us it was certainly a potential threat, as more people migrated, but insisted it did not happen in his small community. But anecdotal evidence is widespread.

Long Hai-yu has been studying trafficking in Yunnan's villages for the last two years. She took me to one small village which she asked me not to name.

She talked to me about a case there involving two teenage girls who were recruited by strangers at the end of last year.

They were promised jobs in a shoe factory in Thailand, she said. But once the men took them across the border, they were blindfolded. The men started to threaten them and demand money from their families.

In fact, the two girls managed to raise the alarm and were rescued before they were taken any further, but Long Hai-yu said she thought they would have been sold into the Thai sex industry.

Not very much is known about who exactly the traffickers are. Long Hai-yu says they are Chinese people from another province, perhaps Sichuan province. They are not Thai, she explained, because it is too hard for Thai people to come to the villages to recruit girls.

Thousands cross from China into Burma every year
As for numbers, it is impossible to know. Once young girls leave for another country like Thailand, it is hard for their families to find out what has happened to them.

Long Hai-yu said that at just one nearby border point about 2,000 people cross into Burma every year.

"Many go to work in nightclubs and bars," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "Who knows how many are trafficked?"

'Can't happen here'

The Chinese authorities are just starting to take action. Here in Yunnan they have set up the country's first anti-trafficking programme.

I watched two young women act out a play, one playing a cruel trafficker and the other a desperate trafficking victim who despairs and finally kills herself. But everyone in the audience got the message.

"Trafficking is when your boss doesn't give you all the money he owes you when you leave," said one girl.

A man sounded a reassuring note. "There's no need to worry," he said. "The government policy is good. Trafficking can't happen here."

But despite the reluctance to talk about it, all the evidence on the ground suggests trafficking is happening.

Researcher Long Hai-yu said she was extremely worried.

"The pattern is already changing," she told me. "Traffickers are targeting younger and younger girls, as young as 16."

As China opens up, its new freedoms are bringing new dangers. But they will be hard for the country's Communist system to address until it changes its culture of embarrassment and secrecy.

This little piggy went to the mountain

2006-05-30T11:53:00.000-07:00

As our time ended with the villagers, we were led further up the mountain. It was there that we saw the fate of the squealing pig we had heard earlier in the day. We were led into a house that had been built on stilts. The sides were planks of wood about 12 inches wide. There were small cracks between where the planks fit together. I imagined the temperature inside when it was winter time. The floor was made of a strip of weaved Bamboo that flexed and bounced like a trampoline as you walked on it. The roof looked like the roof of a hut from Gilligan's island. In the middle of the floor was a fire pit which was used for cooking and warming the hut. What a vulnerable place for fire. I wonder how many times the houses burn down?

As I went inside I found Duncan, Mr. Go, Puisi and Major Yoo all sitting around a pot of food. There was a stool at their table for me to sit at. We started out with some very cooked meat. It was cooked to a charcoal. The first thing I picked up was a rubbery, curly thing. Mr. Go and the rest of the table began laughing. In their minds this piece of meat might have been that "worst possible" part of a male pig to eat. One bite was enough for me. I slowly eased the rest of my piece back into the bowl. I suddenly or maybe not so suddenly sensed the urge to use the restroom. I asked the table where I should go? Duncan said to just go outside and go wherever I wanted.

I walked outside. There wasn't a grove of trees in sight. The area was wide open. Two guys came out of the back of the house. They were trying to figure out what I was doing. Not able to speak their language I was embarrassed to make hand motions. Dr. Smith came out and needed to go to the restroom as well. he motioned the guys that we needed to go. They took us to a little grove of trees where we were able to use the restroom in partial privacy.

Upon returning to the house I found that my bowl had a chicken foot in it. They had placed the foot so that it would grab the bowl from which it had come. Mr. Go was laughing hysterically. As I had already eaten chicken foot on this trip, I passed the foot over to Duncan.

Soon it was time to head back down the mountain. The villagers accompanied us down to the place where the four costumed girls had met us earlier in the day. From their we went on with just our group.

the rain picked up at this point. The hill became very muddy and we were sliding as we made our way down the hill. As the cows were living all over the hill there was cow dung in the middle of the path in many places. On the way up the path had been much drier allowing for more control. Plus, comind down a mountain is a bit like controlled falling. Therefore, my foot found the middle of the pile of manure. Major Yoo who was walking directly behing me thought this was hilarious. she said that I had to journal it. Thus, that's why your reading this.

I made it down the mountain about 100 yards ahead of the other guys on our team. I was traveling with a group of the locals. Getting down was quite an achievement. I immediately went to a fountain and washed my shoes. The altitudes and the climb had worn me out.

Eat honey, My son, for it is sweet

2006-05-10T07:39:00.000-07:00

The trip became very slippery as the rain continued. At one point as we were climbing there was a cow standing on the side of the path. The cow slipped and began falling toward me. I backed up to keep from getting run over by the beast. AS we neared the village there was a spot where you could hear your voice echo for miles. Duncan was yelling hello to himself. So I yelled, "J-Roc." It bounced back and forth off the mountain walls.

The high altitudes were another great obstacle for us. Just a few feet 20 or 25 and I was highly out of breath. Well, as we were climbing the mountain the president of the women's federation offered to take my backpack. I refused. I didn't think it would show my southern gentleman traits which I had been brought up with. Half way up the mountain however I was drenched with sweat. She didn't have a drop of sweat on her. She offered again. So, I am not sure what happened next but somehow she had the backpack and we were off and up the mountain again.

When we arrived at the village we were greeted on a basketball court by a group of villagers. They served us some honey straight from the comb. It was some of the sweetest honey and a great way to rest from the long journey we had just been on.

Later, I found that Proverbs 24:13,14 says:

Eat honey, my son, for it is good; honey from the comb is sweet to your taste. Know also that wisdom is sweet to your soul; if you find it, there is a future hope for you, and your hope will not be cut off.

I was struck by the irony of a village whose lifeline and hope was being cut off through the pillaging of its women, serving as its welcoming dish, a bowl of honey. It reminded me that there is hope for this village.

As we were sitting there eating honey we heard a pig squealing in the distance. Dr. Mike asked someone why the pig was squealing and he was told they were preparing supper.

We met with the leader of the village and he answered a few questions for us. There were four girls who were dressed in traditional dress representing there village. Each dress cost 100 rmb to make or $12 US Dollars. In the village each person makes about 10 cents a day. So a $12 dollar dress would be worth about 4 months salary. I reflected that with 1.3 billion people in China, if you equally divided the Kroc donation you could give each person around $2. In this village that $2 would be equal to almost a month's salary.

Once we got passed the intial meeting Dr. Smith and I moved to a house with a son whose mom had been trafficked. The mom left for the market one day and never returned. Some other women saw her in a different region.

It was a very difficult interview. There we were, outsiders, who had never been to this village ot met these people and we were asking them questions about a time in their life when they had been completely abandoned by the one's they loved the most. The pain was obvious in his eyes.

As we talked with this family another lady was there who began to tell us about her situation. She had been married to a wonderful man. He passed away. She then remarried. This man treated her very badly. She explained that he dinks all the time. He is not a Christian. She explained that many of the men in the village had become Christians. The Christians were kind to their wives and had put alchohol aside. She was moved to tears and it was obvious that her pain was deep. As the tears streamed down her cheeks Peggy began to get out a tissue. Dr. Smith stopped her. He told Peggy that giving her a tissue would keep the lady from crying. He said that the lady needed to cry. He was probably right, being a PhD and all. But I couldn't help asking myself what was behind the tears? Perhaps the discussion about trafficking and leaving had brought to her mind the thoughts SHE had been having about leaving. I don't know this to be the case but it was certainly the sense I got. Perhaps her tears were not just about the sadness about the situation she was in but also tears of remorse about the decision she was contemplating. It must have been difficult for her to sit there and see the pain of the thirteen year old boy left without a mother and consider the way her actions could hurt her children and the rest of the village.

Eye has not seen...Day whatever it is now...in China...

2006-04-27T16:28:00.000-07:00

[I apologize some of the photos wouldn't download for me. So I will try to get them in tommorrow.]
From my journal:

4/03
6:45 AM
Hotel

"Eye has not seen nor has ear heard nor has mind conceived the things God has planned for his people" 1 Corinthians 2

Yesterday we spent around eight hours driving on the minibus through the mountains. The roads swerrved at every turn. They were filled with foot pedestrians. As the bus made its way, the driver would honk the horn every time we neared anyone, which was all the time. This was to give them fair warning no to enter the road. Our road followed the river which cut its way into the mountains. Every mile that we drove took us deeper and deeper into the mountains. The faces on either cliff stretched high into the sky. The sun shone just on the top half of one side as it slipped slowly below the mountain range.

All along the way we saw people hard at work. They were busy doing manual labor. There were large boulders being broken by hand with sledge hammers. There were ten foot deep holes, ten foot in diameter being dug in the sand by shovels Erosion and landslides left huge piles at the bottoms of the mountains to be cleaned up. Platforms had been built into the sides of the mountains to try to stop some of the erosion and to provide some areas for farming. These unfortunately only worked some of the time before giving way to erosion and leaving that portion of the land useless.

I couldn't help reflecting on how people's lives were shaped as well. There some houses built into the sides of the mountain. I can only imagine walking out of my house on a brisk April morning, smelling the freshness of the air, seeing the river below and the mountain ranges that surrounded me, and feeling overwhelmed and inadequate to be in such a beautiful place. I can only imagine the joy that would inspire within me. And yet there are other forces shaping people as well. The hardship of the work it takes to survive. The constant day in and day out physical exertion. And I thought that this was something the whole of the human race faces. In the same way the river and the rains had shaped the sides of the mountain, people's lives are shaped by their circumstances. It is a mixture of joy and hardship that over time carves out who we are. I guess the question is if we have enough joy in our lives to make the carved out mountains look grandeur?

We arrived after 8:00 pm last night. The first thing we did was to put our bags in the room and then head immediately to dinner. At dinner we met the county leaders. They served us a wonderful meal. I was encouraged to eat pig fat. It is just a sqare piece of pig fat. The government projects officer for the region was rooting me on. I put the whole thing in my mouth and continued to add rice and it started to go down. This seemed to find favor with everyone that was serving us.

From there we moved to the police headquarters for a beuracratic type meeting. Everyone was introduced and tok turns sharing pleasantries and hopes for the partnership. The county leaders shared with us the problem in their eyes. This included trafficking as well as urban migration. They seemed to point to the greatest need as being poverty alleviation.

The next day we headed towards the village. We drove about an hour before we arrived at the trail to the village. We had come a long ways to get to this village. What would we find there? About forty five minutes into the climb up the mountain we began to realize the altitude was going to make this climb much tougher The weather was cool and yet I was POURING sweat. For some time we ascended a rocky trail but then came to flat concrete walking wall. This was a good reprieve only about a third of the way up the mountain. Once passed this we were back on the rocky trainl and it began to rain. The rain made the trip more difficult as it became muddy and slippery.

We continued upward around another hour and fifteen minutes. We passed some workers farming the mountainside. We passeed a temporary camping site for men building a power station.

We came to a place where there were four costume dressed girls and an older man. They were waiting on us to carry our bags to the village. They greeted us by singing, "To God Be The Glory" in their language. This was the biggest shock of our trip yet. What a blessing to be standing so far up on this mountain in the middle of China and be greeted by such a familiar and fitting song. We had learned that the villagers were Christians from an earlier debriefing. Some English missionaries had come and given them a written alphabet. Until then their language had not been written down. I was anxious to see what role Christianity was playing in helping to sustain their village.

China - Day Five

2006-04-20T17:33:00.000-07:00

Journal:
"Ahhh. aisle seat. We are on ANOTHER airplane. [this is my fourth airplane]. I am struck finally by how far it is to the villages we are headed to. 14 hour flight ATL to Tokyo--4 hour flight Tokyo -- Hong Kong -- 3 hour flight Hong Kong Kunming -- one hour flight kunming--to the next city [as mentioned last blog from here on out I will leave out the names]--6 hour bus ride to another city --2 hour hike."

Blog:
As at this point I have written three blogs and am yet to reach the villages I think you could sense the frustration that I began to feel. But I also began to feel like perhaps God had a big plan. If he had to take me so far to reach this point of need then there must be something big for me to see. As we left the airport the terrain began to change. There was the river along the side of the road that we seemed to follow. Hills lined both sides of the road and the river.

As we went further the hills became mountainside and the terrain began to rival that of Colorado.

The road was very rocky and the bus ride that was supposed to take 6 hours seemed to drag on. At one point we came to a place where all traffick was stopped because they were working on the road. So what did we do? What else do westerners do when they are bored? We made a game out of it.

Seeing the river was a good distance a way we decided to challenge each other's throwing arms.

Finally we were back on the road and by about 8 pm we arrived in the city we were staying in. And if you have been reading this blog then you might be feeling a bit like I was up until this point. When will the action start? Well...this is where our assessment began.

China - Day Four

2006-04-17T18:09:00.000-07:00

Some of the city names I have been told to omit by The Salvation Army. This is to keep the precise region we were were working in confidential.

Day Four

We began the day off in Hong Kong. So before we went to the airport I made my way down to what has become known to me as the universal language--basketball.

I found out that ten feet in the US is ten feet in China.

Later that day we boarded the plane for kunming. After about a three hour flight I was on the ground in mainland China. We flew into Kunming. There we were met at the airport by Jerry the projects officer. The rest of the development staff met us at dinner that night.

From my journal:

"After dinner I was ablet to lean back in my chair and have some personal conversation with Puisi. She is the director of development for The Salvation Army in China. She is an incredible woman. Until the age of 29 she had not received a degree. She went from Hong Kong to Australia to study. While there she attended an anglican church. She was not impressed because the status of church members and what they did for a living was a very big deal. She wanted religion that was practical to her. She gained a degree in nursing and later a Masters in public health. She began attending The Salvation Army corps and became a soldier. She went to work for world vision. She worked for them for several years but The Salvation Army came looking for her. Since she was a soldier she agreed strongly with the mission of the army. in 1997 she started work in Kunming China. She was the army in all of China. One person among a billion. That is the spirit of this woman. She knows she can make a difference. It is to her credit that today there is a staff of 10 in Kunming and 8 in Bejing."

China - Day Two Continued and Three

2006-04-14T11:22:00.000-07:00

Tokyo - Meeting Interesting People

It always seems that I meet the most interesting people when I am on mission trips. On my flight from Atlanta to Tokyo I sat next to an individual who was currently living in Brazil but had lived in Tokyo and in China. He had worked on exporting oil paintings out of China. He talked about how he had always wanted to get involved with philanthropic work but that he had only so far worked in business.

Later, I met some Americans at the terminal in Tokyo who were also heading to China. It was a bit surreal, partly because jet lag was settling in, but we all sat and talked for a couple of hours in Tokyo and it was almost like we had known each other for a while.

Hong Kong

When I finally made it to the airport in Hong Kong I had been traveling close to twenty four hours. I was tired. I just wanted to get my bags and drop into bed. But first I had to go through customs. I think customs is a metaphor for life. Perhaps some of the worrying that I had been doing related to this metaphor. When you get to a new stage in life at times there is a waiting period. Anxiety builds as you await entrance into that new land of what God has for you. Will I be accepted? What's on the other side?

Well literally after a wait in line I was accepted into Hong Kong and strolled to where I met the taxi. You can go back to my last blog to catch that the taxi went fine and I got in my room, met my roomate and went to sleep.

Day Three - Hong Kong Cont.

This is straight from my journal:

"I had some great conversations with Duncan, who informed Dr. Michael Smith

and I about what to expect in mainland China. It was exciting because he said that some of these villages are like "viking villages." they are very primitive with little touched by technology. He also said that Colonel Tsang [officer commanding in Hong Kong] expected to have corps operating in mainland China within 10 years."

I didn't have time to journal the rest of the day so the next day I penned this about this day:

"Yestaerday was great. We spent the day in the board room discussing human trafficking.

I was jetlagging pretty hard but I sensed that India has had the most success in this work.

The thing that I got the most from this meeting was that the army has barely scratched the suface when it comes to getting involved with this type of ministry."

The session actually seemed to be much more a brainstorming session about how we can work together internationally to combat this problem. I was left convicted that I needed to do something about it back home.

For Lunch we were hosted by Colonel Alfred Tsang who is the officer commanding for the Hong Kong and Macau command. He seemed to be a very energetic man and supportive of thejourney that we were about to take. I had never eaten chicken feet before but this was thrust on my plate and I found that it "taste like chicken."

With the preliminary meetings over my gaze began to turn to mainland China. The next day we would depart to begin our assessment of what we can do there.

My Trip to China Day One and Two

2006-04-13T12:56:00.000-07:00

Well, I am back. I want to thank everyone who supported me through prayer or finances. So I am going to go back to the first day and try to chronicle my trip.

Wed. March 28th

Got all packed up...its funny how dog's can sense when I am getting ready to go on a long trip...

The whole night before I left to go on the trip I couldn't sleep. Here are some of the thoughts from my journal:

"I'm distracted. It has not been the best day. Big thoughts, Big worries about things here in the states have consumed most of my day. Here I am just a few hours before take off and I am focused on things weeks ahead. I am reminded of a previous mission trip I took where the Lord taught me to live in the moment I am in.

Sometimes it seems the enemy's plan is to get us thinking about the next important thing so much that we miss the ministry and magic of the moment. What might lie ahead for me? May I struggle to find my way from the Hong Kong airport to the place where I am staying at close to midnight by myself? Sounds like a bad episode of the amazing race. Will I be on the same page with the rest of the team? Will there be a spiritual application to the trip or just a physical one? Will I look into the eyes of a hurting kid in China and know that I have to do something? Will I be in touch closely enough with the heart of God to cry with Him?"

March 29th - 30th

The next day I got a plane for a long flight to Tokyo and then on to Hong Kong.

It was thirteen hours ahead in Hong Kong so I left Wednesday morning at 10:30 am and arrived Thursday night at 10:30 pm. But I actually spent around 24 hours of actual travel time including a four hour lay over in Tokyo.

The Salvation Army in Hong Kong has a beautiful hotel and command headquarters. I checked into the room and met my roomate Duncan Parker. Duncan is the Director for International Development for the United Kingdom. He greeted me by saying, "I hear I should call you J-Rock." I couldn't believe that my nickname had made it around the world:)

So as I lay in bed that night around midnight over there, 11 am back here in the states I felt excited about the days ahead and the place where the Lord had brought me.

In Hong Kong

2006-03-31T20:35:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone

Just a quick note to let you know that I am in Hong Kong. I will be gone for another week still. Please keep me in your prayers as today we leave for mainland China.

China - Touch Their Poverty!

2006-03-22T15:24:00.000-08:00

I have been asked to be a part of a human trafficking assessment team to Mainland China. I will be going with a team of Salvation Army leaders to various project sites within poor communities in China which are at risk for human trafficking. My role on the team will be to see the situation through the eyes of a westerner and give my feedback as to how this problem may best be communicated to the west. My goal for the trip is to "touch their poverty." Or rather I want to be touched by their poverty! I want to feel the discomfort of their living to the point of it breaking my heart.

This is something that The Salvation Army has always been called to do. Last August I was able to read, "Good Morning China!" a book by Lt. Colonel Check-Hung Yee which tells the history of The Salvation Army in China. In an epilogue his daughter says, "As you step back in time and experience God’s transforming work in this generation of brave soldiers, may your heart also leap and be fanned to flame with the bond of love for China’'s 1.3 billion souls.’ As I read this book that is exactly what happened. I found myself with a burning desire to go to China and see the army at work there.

I plan on coming back to the states with a renewed vision and passion for God's calling on my life for the world. I will be leaving next Wednesday and coming back on April 8th. I would love to ask you all to support me and the team. Please pray for us even now as we prepare to go. On my return it is my plan to provide a report of the trip on this blog.

One friend wrote to say the Lord had layed the following verse on his heart regarding this trip:

'You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands. Instead of the thorn-bush will grow a pine tree, and instead of briers, the myrtle will grow. This will be for the Lord's renown, for an everlasting sign which will not be destroyed.'

Isaiah 55:12

I am raising support to cover the cost of this trip. If you feel that you would like to help support this trip financially or would just like more information please contact me at Jason_Pope@uss.salvationarmy.org.

PS. Below is a copy of some information on China's Trafficking problems.

People’s Republic of China
China is the world's fourth largest country, with a population exceeding one billion two hundred and ninety million (1,290,000,000) and average life expectancy of approximately seventy-two (72) years. Urban unemployment is estimated at ten percent (10%) and substantial unemployment and underemployment exists in rural areas. The poverty rate is ten percent (10%).6

Human trafficking is an acute problem in China ? a problem which has been and will continue to be exacerbated by the country’s one-child policy.7 The common cultural preference of families for boy children has led to a thriving practice of selective abortion of female babies. The result is serious gender disproportion which has left millions of men without potential spouses. To illustrate, approximately one hundred seventeen (117) boys were born for every one hundred (100) girls in 2000, compared with one hundred eight and one-half (108.5) in 1982. In the southern provinces of Hainan and Guangdong, the ratio was one hundred thirty to one hundred (130:100). A natural ratio would be one hundred four to one hundred seven, compared to one hundred (104 to 107:100).8 Thus, the effort to find wives had led to a flourishing traffic in women and girls, internally and from countries such as Burma, North Korea, Laos and Vietnam.9 Police are said to have freed forty-two thousand two hundred and fifteen (42,215) kidnapped women and children in the past two years.10

In March 2004, Li Weixiong, vice-chairman of a committee studying population issues told a government advisory body that a “dramatic rise” in levels of prostitution and the buying and selling of women was “by no means a sensational prediction.” He stated that if the situation continues, by 2020 there could be thirty (30) to forty (40) million men who would stay single all their lives.11 This will create an unprecedented and overwhelming demand for women. In addition to trafficking for commercial sexual exploitation and brides, there is also traffic of male babies for adoption.12

The U.S. Department of State’s 2004 Trafficking in Persons Report noted, “Chinese women are trafficked to Australia, Burma, Canada, Malaysia, Japan, Taiwan, the Philippines, Europe, and the United States” for purposes of prostitution.13 China is given a Tier 2 ranking in the report, indicating that its government does not comply with the minimum standards of the U.S. Trafficking Victims Protection Act of 2000 but that it is making significant efforts to come into compliance.14

Military Metaphor or War

2006-03-19T14:18:00.000-08:00

There is a conversation going on on Phil Laeger's blog which was continued from Larry's blog. Stephen makes a comment that The Salvation Army is engaged in a real war and not just using military metaphor.

I don't think it matters as much to me if we are in a real war or if we are using warfare metaphor to describe the life that we live as Christians. What matters to me is that we are called to share the gospel with millions of people who do not know Christ. By using military terminology we are hurting our opportunities to share the gospel with millions of people who have seen Christians over the centuries abuse power to try and spread the gospel through physical, military force rather than the force of love. Whether we are in a real battle or a metaphoric battle, we should drop describing our actions in battle terms because it is ineffective and hurtful to our purposes.

What do you think?

Flying Kites at Night

2006-03-13T20:28:00.000-08:00

I was pretty blessed by One Time blind this past weekend. They were great on the stage and all but I was actually blessed by something different.

We were at youth councils on the beach in Jekyll Island Georgia. Saturday morning at 7:30 am there was a polar bear swim in the ocean. I am on the staff that put on the weekend but I was not interested in waking up that early or in going in the freezing cold water. Reluctantly I went down to the water, anyway. One Time Blind was a guest drama group that we had hired to come to the weekend. The two girls from the group got up and came out to the polar bear swim.

I was shocked to see them. They were an outside group and many times the outside groups only show up to the meetings which they are on the schedule. But here were these girls making me look silly for having wanted to stay in the hotel room.

Not only that but later that night they also came to the young adult pizza party and had what I considered to be some of the worst pizza I have ever tasted. One of their members couldn't even eat pizza and they had the option to go into town but they wanted to be with us.

Following the young adult party they wanted to go fly kites on the beach. Now mind you it was like 1:30 in the morning. But their merch table had glow sticks on it and they had decided that they wanted to see what would happen if they attach their glow sticks to the kites and fly them at night. As we walked down toward the beach we noticed that the wind wasn't really blowing.

The kites that we had were worth about a dollar and broke as we ran down the beach dragging them through the sand because there wasn't enough wind to get the kites in the air. Failure? Maybe not.

I was so thankful for the spontaneous, craziness of the moment. I was thankful to stand on the beach and look out over the wet sand to the place where the water had receded to as a result of low tide. I was thankful to see the sky stretch on for miles over the ocean.

I was thankful because somewhere along the way a small bit of the passion has slipped. It used to be that the kite flying would have been my idea and I would have went swimming just for fun. Life had lost a touch of luster. And the group reminded me to keep having fun.

This Much and No More!

2006-03-06T09:59:00.000-08:00

Yesterday,I went to worship at the Lakewood Corps. Captain Marion Platt spoke on the passage of scripture from Acts 5 which outlines the story about Ananias and Saphira. They had sold a piece of their property, gave some of the money to the church and then told everyone that they gave all of the money to the church. They wanted the credit without the sacrifice. Better yet, they wanted to take from community without giving to community. Its a shady way of doing business. They thought they could get ahead by taking more out than they put in.

Continuing on from my last post, Did he or didn't he? The rich young ruler wanted to be a part of the community. He had given the preliminary elements but he had held back from the community that which he was most uniquely endowed to contribute. God blesses all those who earnestly believe in Him. But some are blessed monetarily, some through wisdom, some through relationships, some through gifts of healing and the list goes on. But the strongest gifts that we are given are also the ones that are most difficult to give back to God's kingdom.

If we want to be a part of God's kingdom then we must give what is our best. As one of my friends has put so elegantly:

Thank you for showing me the emptiness of all I held onto, I surrender it all, I surrender my everything for you. P. Laeger (AKA P Diddy)

So in the case of the widow who took her last penny and dropped it in the offering plate, Abraham who raised the knife in the air over his son, or Keith Green who said he wouldn't play music any more until God blessed him or the rich young ruler who walked away sad...we all have an opportunity to give that "Best" thing which God has given us back to Him.

And He is able to make the camel walk right through the eye of the needle.

Did He or Didn't He?

2006-02-28T18:25:00.000-08:00

Today some friends and I were discussing the parable of the rich young ruler. You know, its the one where Jesus says to the rich young ruler, "Don't steal" "Don't lie" ect. and you will find the kingdom of God.

The rich young ruler replies that he has already done all that. Then Jesus says, "Well then sell all of your posessions and give them to the poor." At this point, in my understanding the rich young ruler went away sad because in my understanding it was the one thing that he couldn't give.

But in all three versions of the story all it says is that the rich young ruler went away sad. Now somebody may comment that the Greek says this or that...I don't know...

But I realized, thanks to my friend Bernie, that maybe, just maybe the rich young ruler did give away all his possessions. Perhaps this is more a commentary on the sacrifice it takes to follow Jesus and the emotions of sadness that we may sometimes have to feel when we are holy and set apart for him.

And of course I don't think that sadness lasts always. I don't think that the rich young ruler remained sad (if he did give away all his things). I think that eventually he became a content middle aged pauper or something...full of joy, living in the kingdom.

Kind of gets me thinking about living in the kingdom myself.

God is so good

2006-02-26T19:48:00.000-08:00

This spoke to me tonight...

God Is So Good
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

1. God is so good, God is so good,
God is so good, God's so good to me.

2. God cares for me, God cares for me,
God cares for me, God's so good to me.

3. God loves me so, God loves me so,
God loves me so, God's so good to me.

4. God is so good, God is so good,
God is so good, God's so good to me.

Making it my home

2006-02-23T06:45:00.000-08:00

Home is where we feel comfortable or as the overused phrase goes, "where the heart is."

My wife and I recently moved into a new house (may 2005). Following the examples of some courageous salvationist, Major John and Marty Needham, Captains Geoff and Sandra Ryan, Captains Stephen Court and Danielle Strickland we were inspired to move into the heart of the city.

Frankly, I was scared to death. My perception of the inner city was that it was hostile to people like me. People like me? What do I mean? Middle class, white, suburban, best schools all my life, low crime...ect. I thought my mere presence in this area would provoke violence against me and my family.

Things were quiet for the summer and I started to feel a little comfortable there. I thought, "It may just not be that bad." Then in August, a new neighbor moved into our block. It was obvious by the foot traffick and gun shots that came with the new neighbor that this was a bad element in the neighborhood. It took three months but the police eventually caught on and the Highly trained drug task force officers arrested my new neighbor. We had a visitor in the middle of the night the night of the arrests that blocked my car in and came knocking on my back door.

I had taken a self defense class once and the instructor had told us that nothing good ever comes from behind. The guy was arrested on my property when he didn't have a good reason for being there.

All of my past fears kicked back up again. For two weeks we stayed out of the house. I read on Carole's web site that when she went to Eastern Europe she started praying, "Lord, Make this my home."

That thought has stayed with me. I began praying that prayer. I had been living in a house but I wanted it to be my home.

The other day my next door neighbor, a recent transfer from New Orleans came over and asked for prayer because her husband, an alchoholic had disappeared two days before with her truck. We prayed with her and a couple of days later he showed back up. She has taken him to the hospital for help (again). Then the next night my neighbor across the street, a single mom with five children who works outside the city, had her car repossessed at 4 am. She came and asked for a ride to the grocery store the next day. My dad was over and we were happy to take her.

And over the course of time I have begun to have a different perspective about the place where I sleep at night. I may not be an outsider. I am just one of them. My home is in a dangerous place. But it isn't just my house that is there. It is my heart and my neighbors. And I am thankful for the models of courage that have led me here.

February

2006-02-20T13:14:00.000-08:00

Found this on the web somewhere:

Whatever storms we have weathered,
whatever difficulties we have endured these
past few weeks,
We are at least grateful now for a noticeable
lengthening of days:
For more abundant sunlight glancing off icicles,
resplendent upon snowy fields.
We have reached a turning point in winter, and
though remote, Spring seems possible now.
Nevertheless, February spreads out before us,
a short but often frigid month – winter’s
doldrums, we would say.
Holiday gaiety is already half-forgotten; daf-
fodils, those harbingers of Spring, still are
deeply dormant.
And what consolations has February to offer?
What does it promise besides four weeks of
cold, Lenten discipline and lessons in self-
denial?
It is, thank heaven, a month restricted in most
years to twenty-eight days. Who would
wish it more?
And yet, this can be a precious time; an oppor-
tunity for making and renewing connections,
for forging bonds of community.
A dearth of distractions is the hidden blessing
of February:
No World Series, Kris Kringle or Cows on the
Concourse.
It is free of graduations; weddings and vaca-
tions are also few.
What good, then, is February?
Of all the months of the year, it is the one
during which we can be most present for
one another –
At home, in the workplace and in our spiritual
community. If this unpraised and underap-
preciated month is in may ways a test of
our endurance, may it also be a test of our
affections.
And may we remember that when we hold
onto each other and skate through it
together,
February can be warm, and it can be quite
lovely. (MAS, 2002)

Republic of Georgia

2006-02-17T06:02:00.000-08:00

I have been to the Republic of Georgia on three different mission trips. Whenever I tell people this they generally look at me with a blank stare as if to say, "you live in Georgia." Then I go on to explain to them that it is a country in the former soviet union.

The first trip that I took to Georgia was in 1995. It was just a couple of years after the soviet union fell so the air of democracy was still fresh at the time. We spent ten weeks there running camps for refugee children, doing open airs, preaching in church, teaching in Sunday School and visiting corps members homes. It was the most intensive soldier training I have ever seen. It changed my heart and life. From that point on I knew that I wanted to be involved with life changing ministry.

The Second trip that I took to Georgia was in 1999. My fried Curtis was working there at the time as the Divisional Youth Officer. A group of friends and I had put together a band to play some songs at our youth councils here in Georgia, USA. I started to think about the kids in Georgia. Our youth councils could drop thousands of dollars on a weekend event. Our brass bands take trips each year which cost thousands of dollars. Why could we not spend some money to send this band over to georgia so their kids could enjoy what our kids take for granted? Well, I put together a proposal, and I began to realize how political things can get in a headquarters city. But I knew that this would be a good thing so I stuck with it. And God opened the doors and the trip happened.

We spent a month there ministering through our music but also through relationships. I saw my friends find they same love for Georgia that I had. I saw kids ministered to through out music. I saw a vision accomplished.

My third trip I went back to Georgia by myself upon the request of Gia and Eka Salarishvilli. They were corps officers of the Rustavi corps and they wanted me to come up with ideas for them in their teen ministry. What I saw on this trip broke my heart. Water was only on from 6am-8am each day. The School systems were inefficient and corrupt. Unemployment rates were extremely high. Hopelessness was prevalent.

On this trip I met three boys who were around 12, had never been to school, begged for money all day and then used the money to buy bags of glue to sniff. They were filthy dirty. As a shower every day american, it was difficult for me to love them. But I heard God saying, "Touch their poverty!" It was his voice that broke my heart. I reached out and have never been the same since.

Short term mission trips can change people's lives. They can add a depth of perspective and character not achievable in the states. I have heard some say why do we spend so much time sending our youth off on these "adventures?" It is because "God loves the world so much that He sent His only son that whosoever (this means the dirty street kids on drugs who don't have an ounce of hope to hang their hat on are as eligible as the businessman down the street) will may be saved."

Run Away to Join the Circus

2006-02-15T06:54:00.000-08:00

I took my wife to Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey last night for V-day. It was great. As I was sitting there watching the clowns, the trapeze artists, the lion tamers and the ladies riding the elephants the circus master said,"raise your hand if you have ever wondered what it would be like to run away and join the circus." Then he pointed to everyone and said, "well...these people DID!"

Being and imaginative, literallist, ADD, Daydreamer I of course drifted off into my thoughts about what it would be like to run away and join the circus. These people were tremendous performers. My mind first went to the economic possibilities. Maybe this is a way into show business? But then I thought that is probably not it. And then I wondered about there salaries. Maybe they make really good money. I checked with my wife. I am sure she was startled when about ten minutes after the announcement had been made I blurted out of no where, "Do you think they get paid very well."

Her laugh brought me back to reality. Stupid question. She graciously responded, "I don't think so." I went back to my dreaming. So could it be the lure of the bright colors, the wonder of making people laugh and the joy of living in a community of people that are all set on one purpose? Could it be an alternate lifestyle than the one offered in the current culture? Could these people actually be searching for something that transcends the every day?

No that couldn't be it either! That would be more absurd than them making huge salaries. People in this world these days just don't think like that anymore, do they? I mean people think goals, money, success. I was shocked out of my norm and spent the rest of the time wondering what it would be like to be on the road with them.

Gettin the Word Out

2006-02-01T12:34:00.000-08:00

I saw this car the other day driving through my neighborhood. Feel free to give him a call if you disagree...

Dependency

2006-01-24T07:46:00.000-08:00

I was just having a conversation over break with some of the Divisional Staff about how the world service money from America supports the majority of the Salvation Army ministries in the world.

We talked about how we could change that trend so that the army would be stronger. We wanted to know if there could be ways found so that the Army could support its work in each country through resources found in their countries? The thought came up that we in America don't believe in self support. Our largest corps in Atlanta is given heavy support funds, our teenagers don't pay their own way to youth councils, it just isn't a principle we teach.

As I walked away from the conversation my mind began to drift to the terrorist attacks of 911. If the Salvation Army world and the youth of America are so heavily dependent upon the financial resources extracted from America's economy, what happens if the economy tanks? Will we lose the mission and testimony of the Army world wide?

Roots

2006-01-17T07:43:00.000-08:00

I am still trying to process this last weekend. As an event I felt it went well! It was encouraging to hear the conversations that were happening around the corps building as a result of the meetings. The attendance was high. The Territorial cabinet was there. Salvationist from other Territories were there. It was cool.

But I think the coolest part for me was when God showed up for me personally. It was the last song of the event. Graham Kendrick was the guest worship leader for the weekend. He wrote "Shine Jesus Shine." Well I used to really get into that song but that was about ten years ago. That's how I knew I was having a God moment. The Spirit was breaking through to me. The words were new once again!

All weekend we had begun every meeting by lighting candles in the outline of a cross. We were told that the early Christians had just such a tradition and that it represented Christ's living presence with us in the room. It was in this context in a dimly lit room that I heard these words...

Lord, the light of your love is shining
In the midst of the darkness, shining
Jesus, Light of the world, shine upon us
Set us free by the truth you now bring us
Shine on me, shine on me

Shine, Jesus, shine
Fill this land with the Father's glory
Blaze, Spirit, blaze
Set our hearts on fire
Flow, river, flow
Flood the nations with grace and mercy
Send forth your word
Lord, and let there be light

Lord, I come to your awesome presence
From the shadows into your radiance
By the blood I may enter your brightness
Search me, try me, consume all my darkness
Shine on me, shine on me

As we gaze on your kingly brightness
So our faces display your likeness
Ever changing from glory to glory
Mirrored here may our lives tell your story
Shine on me, shine on me

Graham Kendrick
Copyright © 1987 Make Way Music,

operation II

2006-01-10T08:01:00.000-08:00

Just to let you know that my friend's wife has been permitted to come home from hospital. It was felt that her further recovery would be best suited to being at home. The miraculous news is that the tumours were not malignant this time. It really is a miracle. We praise the Lord.
Thank you for your prayers and faith.

End of the Spear

2006-01-10T07:49:00.000-08:00

I went to a preview of the above movie. They have sent me the following letter that they want me to send out to my friends. I am posting the letter instead. I thought the movie was good and the story is definitely powerful but I am still trying to get my head around the way they used the same actor with just a baseball cap and a long haired wig as an age enhancement for a character who had aged 30 supposed years...here's there letter...

Subject Line: End of the Spear- a must see film !
Hello Friends,
Recently, I had the opportunity to see a "sneak preview" of a motion
picture film called End of the Spear. It was incredible! It is the
story of Jim Elliot, Nate Saint, and their three young missionary friends
who were speared to death in the jungles of Ecuador exactly 50 years ago.
The amazing story of conversion and forgiveness that resulted from the
wife and sister of these young missionaries, continuing to reach out to
the tribe is a wonderful witness to the power of our Lord Jesus Christ.
The film has been endorsed by hundreds of ministry heads such as James
Robison, Joyce Meyer, John Maxwell, John Bevere, Ted Haggard, and Peter
Bradley- The President of the International Bible Society.
End of the Spear is releasing in 1200 theatres nationwide on January 20th.
The way the film is produced makes it very "non-threatening" to an
unbeliever, so it would be great to bring your non Christian friends to as
well. (Lots of action and danger) .
You can visit www.endofthespear.com to view a trailer, and to locate the
theatre nearest you under "Group Sales" on the home page, and if you want
to, it would be great to forward this information to your buddy list and
ask them to email their buddy list, etc. !! As we spread the word, and
box office sales rise, it is one more significant step in using the power
of film to shape the culture of our nation and the world in a positive,
God-centered direction.
Have an awesome New Year !!!

Operation

2006-01-03T06:24:00.000-08:00

The following is an email from my friend whose wife underwent surgery last week. Please pray for them...

She had her operation on Thursday. As on previous occasions, she was wheeled into the theatre singing aloud 'In thee O Lord do I put my trust'. Amazing - and quite an experience for the theatre technicians ! She was 'away' for five and a half hours. As expected, it proved to be a very serious operation indeed. and the surgeons told me that had serious anxieties for her. Three surgeons worked on her throughout the operation with other doctors in support.
Major complications arose as a result of her previous operations. This is not the time and place for too much detail, suffice to say that her remaining internal organs had to be surgically separated before the new stoma for her ileostomy could be fashioned.
It is mainly as a result of this that she is in so much pain. It was not medically possible to give her an epidural, so her main form of pain control is morphine. This is causing her to be very confused and distressed, all of which is compounded by her blindness which she is still adjusting to, of course. It is very hard for her not to have any idea where she is and what is going on around her. The hospital asked me to stay with her as much as possible, especially through the nights, so I have been doing that. I've done a 20 hour stint, had a six hour break, and now I have just come home from a 15 hour period with her. I am now going to grab some sleep before going back this afternoon.
The doctors say the next few days are critical to her recovery, but the encouraging news is that all the 'numbers' (temperature, blood pressure etc) are settling down. She has now been allowed to drink, but it will be some time before she can take any food, She remains very poorly, in a lot of pain and confusion, and in the high dependency unit, but we believe she will continue to improve.

The Poor Will Always Be With You

2005-12-30T07:36:00.000-08:00

I have been thinking about poverty the last couple of days. Jesus said the poor will always be with you. I remember reading somewhere that poverty, physical poverty (I know there is a spiritual poverty as well, but this isn't what I am talking about) is really alienation from a society on the basis of wealth. The term poor is a relative term. So in a society like in the US our poor may have hot water, electricity, TV ect. But they are still poor because they are alienated (haves vs. have nots). But there has to be a difference between poor and struggle for survival. There are areas in the world where poverty has placed people in a daily fight for survival.

I have heard this statement, that the poor will always be with us, said many times as a reason why Christian churches don't need to focus on the poor in society. They need to focus on worshipping Jesus because the point of the passage is that the poor will always be with you. So when it comes to poverty that breeds inhumane conditions, the church still doesn't engage. Why? Because the poor will always be with you so they see this as a losing battle. No matter how much they engage it won't change the situation.

But I wonder if perhaps the situation can change. Perhaps the whole level of the world's living can be raised so that those who are considered poor, or alienated from the general society because of their wealth, will still have everything they need to live. I think of it in terms of illness and doctors. What if the doctors were to say you know the sick have always been with us and always will be. Everytime we come up with a cure a new disease comes along. Instead lets just focus on studying medicine and never applying it. The world would be a much worse place. The truth is that because of the doctors intentional efforts to solve medical issues the expected living age and quality of life has risen.

Wonder what would happen if the whole church engaged itself with the poor?

Fat with Material Goods

2005-12-27T07:12:00.000-08:00

I was reading the Easter to Easter devotional today. Major Hinson uses the passage when Jesus went into the Temple and cleared out the money changers to prepare a place for prayer. This area was supposed to be a place of prayer "for all nations." Instead it had become the market place of only one nation.

I had a vision of our own country. In this vision we were all in that area of the Temple. There we were carrying on our religious functions in the wealthiest of manners. We bought the nicest buildings, furnished them with altars we couldn't afford, went into debt to attract people for the kingdom.

But across the world and across the street in some cases, children made altars out of trash piles and prayed for God to save them.

Christmas!

2005-12-25T19:50:00.000-08:00

Well, just a little over an hour left in a day that I have been thinking about since June. My favorite season of the year. So forgive me if I am feeling just a little bit down. I am so glad that New Years falls just after Christmas. It gives me something to look forward to after the big day. I just want to take a moment to thank God for all that He is and does in this world and my life.

The world is a mighty messed up place. I got news from a friend today that his wife will be going through a major surgery within the next week. She has cancer and the situation does not look good. So today, while the rest of the world is merry, I doubt that they are "feeling" so merry. And honestly, it is difficult for me to feel merry with the weight of this news on my shoulders. It just seems like Christmas should be different. It seems like the world should be different.

Several friends have blogged about how Christ's virgin birth into this world was so fairytailish and yet we have heard the story so many times that it has become mundane. Well pain doesn't allow it to be mundane. Christ, this anomaly, is the reality of hope in a sinful world.

Merry Christmas!

Predestination

2005-12-24T07:33:00.000-08:00

What's the difference between an Arminian who doesn't believe and act on behalf of world evangelism and a person who believes in predestination?

Not much.

For predestination believes that some people are predestined to hell.

And all over the world there are people who have never heard the gospel. And how can they believe if they haven't heard? And how can they be saved if they don't believe?

So if you believe that God wants all men to be saved then YOU must help provide them the opportunity. You can sit around in North America all day and debate the predestination and sovreignty character of God, but faith without works is dead.

So do you truly believe if you aren't actively engaged in bringing hope to the nations?

Would you rather?

2005-12-23T13:51:00.000-08:00

Would you rather win a million dollars or solve global poverty?

My Grandfather

2005-12-22T19:38:00.000-08:00

My Grandfather was a veteran of world war II. He was wounded twice. He had metal from the shrapnel that hit him that worked its way out of his eyes his entire life. He was a farmer. He owned over a couple hundred acres of farm land in Tennessee. He was up every morning before 5 am to study the Bible before starting his day. When he passed away they found thousands of dollars stored in some of his overalls in his closet because he didn't trust banks. He never talked on the phone. Most of his life was spent without indoor plumbing. He was a simple man. He had a twinkle in his eye whenever one of his grandchildren were mentioned. When did he pass away? 1997. Why am I writing about him now? Because I am sitting in my wife's grandmother's house. My wife's grandfather passed away this year and we are down here with their family for the first Christmas without him. Since its Christmas and all perhaps there is someone we can all thank God for whether they are still with us or with Him.

Ice Storm

2005-12-15T06:59:00.000-08:00

In honor of the ice storm that swept through last evening:

Tree of white, leaves from sight,
Ice covered, frost bitten, dark of night,
Do you dare trust the Sun to melt the pain,
Or do thoughts of refreezing, your war paths tame?

Oh Beautiful, but frost covered tree,
listen to hear the warm melody,
open your branches where the birds may sing,
Open your branches its spring, Its Spring!

I've been tagged

2005-12-13T11:31:00.000-08:00

Five things about something...

1. I know how to say "the frog is ribbotting in the marsh" in Kartuli which is the official language of The Republic of Georgia.
2. I hate tag games.
3. Will Bill Gates give me some money now?
4. I hate forwarded emails.
5. I love Christmas and start thinking about it in June.

PS I am not going to tag anyone so no one else has to go through this.

Doing the Most Good

2005-12-05T20:16:00.000-08:00

Ok. So I am late to the party but it took me a while to form an opinion I wanted to share on this one...

I was in class tonight and we were using the analogy of a lake as the way organizations and churches work. On the outside of an organization all you see is the surface. As on the outside of the lake all you may see is the water and some ducks. But underneath the surface there all kinds of dynamics going on.

For instance, people see bell ringers, thrift stores and disaster canteens. That is the surface of the organization. But underneath the surface are the myths that we all buy into...listen to one:

While women weep as they do now, I'll fight.
While children go hungry as they do now, I'll fight.
While men go to prison, in and out, in and out, I'll fight.
While there remains one drunkard, one poor girl on the streets,
While there remains one dark soul without the light of God I'll fight, I'll fight to the very end!

W. Booth (supposedly)

And another:

"Wherever on earth there is a soul, there, in measure, must beat the heart of The Salvation Army." -Mrs. Commissioner Booth Tucker

These are the statements buried way down, deep in the mud of the so called organizational lake. Though they are not readily seen by the public they are foundational to the whole chemistry of the lake.

What I feel is that I wish, personally, that our brand came from somewhere deeper in our organizational fabric. To me it is a bobber when it should be an anchor. There was a Christian song that was popular a few years ago that went:

I'm diving in, I'm going deep in over my head,
I want to be Caught in the rush, lost in the flow,
in over my head, I want to go
The river's deep, the river's wide, the river's water is alive
So sink or swim, I'm diving in

Stephen Curtis Chapman

Joy asked how to do we engage the public with our faith? Well in my mind our organization has to do it with its statements as well as our soldiers with their personal ones.

Atlanta Race Riots of 1906

2005-11-29T10:24:00.000-08:00

A race riot occurred in Atlanta during the night and early morning of September 22-23, 1906, during which a mob of ten thousand white people assaulted every African American they could find. The Atlanta Constitution reported that "in some portions of the streets, the sidewalks ran red with the blood of dead and dying negroes." Du Bois went to Atlanta as soon as he heard about the riot and wrote "A Litany of Atlanta" on his way to the city. It was published on Oct. 11, 1906, in both The Voice of the Negro and The Independent. [JZ]

A Litany of Atlanta
By W. E. Burghardt Du Bois
Done at Atlanta, in the Day of Death, 1906(1)

O Silent God, Thou whose voice afar in mist and mystery hath left our ears an-hungered in these fearful days --
Hear us, good Lord!
Listen to us, Thy children: our faces dark with doubt are made a mockery in Thy sanctuary. With uplifted hands we front Thy heaven, O God, crying:
We beseech Thee to hear us, good Lord!
We are not better than our fellows, Lord, we are but weak and human men. When our devils do deviltry, curse Thou the doer and the deed: curse them as we curse them, do to them all and more than ever they have done to innocence and weakness, to womanhood and home.
Have mercy upon us, miserable sinners!
And yet whose is the deeper guilt? Who made these devils? Who nursed them in crime and fed them on injustice? Who ravished and debauched their mothers and their grandmothers? Who bought and sold their crime, and waxed fat and rich on public iniquity?
Thou knowest, good God!
Is this Thy justice, O Father, that guile be easier than innocence, and the innocent crucified for the guilt of the untouched guilty?
Justice, O judge of men!
Wherefore do we pray? Is not the God of the fathers dead? Have not seers seen in Heaven's halls Thine hearsed and lifeless form stark amidst the black and rolling smoke of sin; where all along bow bitter forms of endless dead?
Awake, Thou that sleepest!
Thou art not dead, but flown afar, up hills of endless light, thru blazing corridors of suns, where worlds do swing of good and gentle men, of women strong and free-far from the cozenage, black hypocrisy and chaste prostitution of this shameful speck of dust!
Turn again, O Lord, leave us not to perish in our sin!
From lust of body and lust of blood
Great God, deliver us!
From lust of power and lust of gold,
Great God, deliver us!
From the leagued lying of despot and of brute,
Great God, deliver us!
A city lay in travail, God our Lord, and from her loins sprang twin Murder and Black Hate. Red was the midnight; clang, crack and cry of death and fury filled
the air and trembled underneath the stars when church spires pointed silently to Thee. And all this was to sate the greed of greedy men who hide behind the veil of vengeance!
Bend us Thine ear, O Lord!
In the pale, still morning we looked upon the deed. We stopped our ears and held our leaping hands, but they -did they not wag their heads and leer and cry with bloody jaws: Cease from Crime! The word was mockery, for thus they train a hundred crimes while we do cure one.
Turn again our captivity, O Lord!
Behold this maimed and broken thing; dear God, it was an humble black man who toiled and sweat to save a bit from the pittance paid him. They told him: Work and Rise. He worked. Did this man sin? Nay, but some one told how some one said another did -- one whom he had never seen nor known. Yet for that man's crime this man lieth maimed and murdered, his wife naked to shame, his children, to poverty and evil.
Hear us, O Heavenly Father!
Doth not this justice of hell stink in Thy nostrils, O God? How long shall the mounting flood of innocent blood roar in Thine ears and pound in our hearts for vengeance? Pile the pale frenzy of blood-crazed brutes who do such deeds high on Thine altar, Jehovah Jireh, and burn it in hell forever and forever!
Forgive us, good Lord; we know not what we say!
Bewildered we are, and passion-tost, mad with the madness of a mobbed and mocked and murdered people; straining at the armposts of Thy Throne, we raise our shackled hands and charge Thee, God, by the bones of our stolen fathers, by the tears of our dead mothers, by the very blood of Thy crucified Christ: What meaneth this? Tell us the Plan; give us the Sign!
Keep not thou silence, O God!
Sit no longer blind, Lord God, deaf to our prayer and dumb to our dumb suffering. Surely Thou too art not white, O Lord, a pale, bloodless, heartless thing?
Ah! Christ of all the Pities!
Forgive the thought! Forgive these wild, blasphemous words. Thou art still the God of our black fathers, and in Thy soul's soul sit some soft darkenings of the evening, some shadowings of the velvet night.
But whisper -- speak -- call, great God, for Thy silence is white terror to our hearts! The way, O God, show us the way and point us the path.
Whither? North is greed and South is blood; within, the coward, and without, the liar. Whither? To death?
Amen! Welcome dark sleep!
Whither? To life? But not this life, dear God, not this. Let the cup pass from us, tempt us not beyond our strength, for there is that clamoring and clawing within, to whose voice we would not listen, yet shudder lest we must, and it is red, Ah! God! It is a red and awful shape.
Selah!
In yonder East trembles a star.
Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord!
Thy will, O Lord, be done!
Kyrie Eleison!
Lord, we have done these pleading, wavering words.
We beseech Thee to hear us, good Lord!
We bow our heads and hearken soft to the sobbing of women and little children.
We beseech Thee to hear us, good Lord!
Our voices sink in silence and in night.
Hear us, good Lord!
In night, O God of a godless land!
Amen!
In silence, O Silent God.
Selah!

A Response to Marty's Blog on U2

2005-11-23T06:26:00.000-08:00

hey Marty:
I went to see Donald Miller, Sara Groves and some other band that used to be cool...ummm...forgot their name...ummm...uhhh...Jars something Clay or whatever...that same night that you went to see U2. When we got there Donnie as I call him was reading from one of his books (and that was all he did that night, no speaking) and it was actually pretty good, then came Sara and she rocked actually, and then came the Jars and they surprised me some and I actually enjoyed it, although I tried my best to talk Kell and Lesley into going to look for this local fudge shop during their set...to no avail...But I have to say that at this "Christian" concert, I never seemed to get to this same moment of worship that you spoke about in the context of the drifting weed (I know the weed had nothing to do with the worship experience). Point being...I am left wondering if you can program worship or not? And perhaps if I had been less focused on the fudge as you were less focused on the weed (hopefully) thenI would have been more focused on God...of course, then I could do the same thing in Church on Sundays no matter how traditional the meeting...and of course that's not what your blog is saying at all...its saying U2 is AWESOME and something about that brought you to the throne of God...so maybe we need AWESOME worship leaders like you and Phil just to REALLY ROCK OUT so the rest of us postmodern freaks can really get into the presence of GOD in our very unique personal way.

Baptism

2005-11-21T07:31:00.000-08:00

I have been thinking about a couple of reasons I have heard we don't do baptism. I have some questions:

I heard:

Our uniform is our baptism. Baptism is just a sign of our conversion. This is what our uniform does for us.

My question:

If we are to pick a sign should we not pick the one that best represents the action that has taken place? In that case I would pick water baptism over wearing the uniform because it represents dying with Christ (going down into the water) and rising again in the power of the Holy Spirit (coming up out of the water). When it is done, it is done. You can't deny that you have been baptised.

Wearing the uniform on the other hand can be put on and taken off (unfortunately this is the model of salvation that we struggle with...how many times do we say, "how do we keep our youth saved between youth councils?")

I hear:

Baptism is not essential to salvation therefore we shouldn't do it.

My question:

Should we only do the bare essentials? Should we not live in the abundant life? Tithing is not essential to salvation. Should we not do that? Wearing a wedding ring is only a sign of my marriage. Does it downgrade the quality of my marriage to wear that sign? Should I take off the ring?

Guard Against Greed

2005-11-14T06:15:00.000-08:00

This is a devotional written by Captain Roni Robbins for the Southern Territory's Easter to Easter Campaign. Sometimes I see new program ideas motivated only by being able to secure more funding. When I hear someone presenting an idea in the back of my mind I am thinking and what will be the price tag? How many ideas do you hear where it cost no money? These are the thoughts that have come to me after reading the devotional below...

Acts 16:19-24a

Money and greed caused an outcry of opposition against the gospel. The owners of the enslaved girl had lost their top moneymaker.She had been delivered by the power of Christ. As a result,her owners were frustrated, angry, and full of vengeance. Theyapprehended Paul and Silas and violently dragged them before thecity magistrates.Money and greed also caused corruption of the publicofficials. They gave in to the influential owners and to the public. Truejustice was by-passed. Paul and Silas were not allowed to answerfor themselves; in fact, they were not even allowed to speak. If thecourt had been interested in true justice, the magistrates would havediscovered that the two men were Roman citizens much sooner thanthey did. They would have also found out that the two men had onlyhelped a poor enslaved girl.However, the officials and rulers allowed themselves to beinfluenced and guided by their own selfishness and self-seekingpurposes. Tempted by money and greed and the promptings ofinfluential people, they gave in.As we ‘serve helpfully,’ we need to clearly understand thatboth personally and organizationally, we are not exempt from thesesame temptations of money and greed. As Frederick Booth-Tuckersaid, “Money is the rock on which many a good religiousorganization has made spiritual shipwreck.” He went on toadmonish, “Let us fling the devil’s golden bribes back in his face!”This is sound advice. salvationists, we must guard againstany form of greed or covetousness. Let us covenant that we will notforfeit our soul for the sake of money and greed (Mark 8:36). Wecannot afford to allow salvationism to be spiritually shipwrecked bycrags of covetousness.

Convicted Gang Member's Journal

2005-11-11T08:18:00.000-08:00

For any of you who are praying for our situation I wanted to give you a glimpse of a journal from a convicted gang member...

In the streets its eye for an eye. your homie is your eyes and ears. People locked down scream free me. Gangster die a violent death wit closed caskets to horrible to view to the public eye. No man can be trusted. But you remain loyal to your thugs, hoping to rise higher than those who hate and are jealous and despise you.

apathy

2005-11-08T11:31:00.000-08:00

I always journal when I write a sermon. Tonight I will be speaking at the training school for their teen praise meeting. I am using Jeremiah 29:11 as the scripture. But the topic is apathy. Do our teens have a vision for their lives? I wonder if the reason that many of them are apathetic towards things of the spirit is because they don't have a vision for their life that matches the calling of Jesus Christ.

I know so many of us don't figure out what we are going to do until we are finished with college. But perhaps that is a problem. Our relationship with Jesus is not just a fifteen minute time period that we spend each day reading a devotional. Our relationship with Jesus integrates every aspect of our lives. What is it that we dream about during the day while we are at school or work? What do we wish we were doing? Who is it that we wish we could be?

John Calvin (I know I immediately turned some folks off by mentioning his name, but this quote has nothing to do with eternal security or predestination) believed that it was important to have a set time and place to go to church. He thought that institutionalizing the services helped remind humans to worship God. He thought that humans were likely to be lazy with out a set structure to encourage them to worship. Isn't it the cry of our day to move away from institution towards a more casual worship? I know I am a voice for this type of movement. And I think we will have to make this move if we are going to be relevant!

But...

... if it is causing apathy then perhaps we need to adjust our strategies slightly to call for accountability among our members. Otherwise, our move to embrace the culture will not produce disciples.

Color of Skin - Content of Character

2005-11-05T20:00:00.000-08:00

When my next door neighbor first moved in several months ago, someone called the dog pound on his dogs. He immediately assumed that it was me. I asked him why? He said it was because I was new to the neighborhood and no one else in the neighborhood would have done that. I wondered inside if it had to do with being one of the only "white" folks in the neighborhood. Something felt wrong about it.

Then I realized what discrimination was like. The way many people African American, Jew or Muslim are discriminated against by the European Americans. Sometimes in the depths of our hearts its the color of their skin that influences our perceptions of the content of their character. Perhaps it was good for once to feel what that is like. To be judged for something that I didn't do simply because of some external factor (either being new in the neighborhood or perhaps the color of my skin).

Maybe the dream still waits to be realized!

Fear

2005-11-04T06:55:00.000-08:00

Last night I was reading some notes for a class I am taking. The subject was fear and leadership. The priniciple was that leaders must deal with their fear or they will not be able to lead without abusing their power.

I went to bed. At 12:15 I heard noises next door. Someone was being arrested, again. At 2:15 am I woke up and my security lights were on. I heard a knock at my back door. Kelly grabbed the phone and held it in case we needed to call the police. I went to the back door. The person had parked their car within six inches of my car. It blocked the drive way from an escape of either car. I went to the back door and asked who it was...no answer. I went to Kelly and told her to make the call.

The person went to the front door. I didn't recognize him. The police showed up. The person didn't have a good story for why he was there. The police arrested him. His car wouldn't start...they towed it away. Kell and I spent the rest of the night at the in-laws house.

Am I afraid? Yes.

The Loss of a Friend

2005-11-03T05:54:00.000-08:00

What mixed feelings urban ministry can bring! Yesterday there was a major raid in our neighborhood. The swat team came in unmarked police cars and took out several guys from our neighborhood. For some months now we have been struggling with an increase in foot traffic around our house. We were afraid because many people who were desperate and could be potentially dangerous were walking past our house on a constant basis. We made friends with some of the guys that were involved in this. One guy in particular I have had many deep discussions with. Although his life is not lined up with God's purposes at present God worked through him to minister to me on several occassions. Yesterday the police had him lying face down to the ground with handcuffs on his wrists. The feeling is a wierd mixture of relief that some of the safety issues for our neighborhood will improve and sorrow for a friend who is now going through some very real and difficult transitions. Don't get me wrong he deserves what is happening...but we all deserve some sort of punishment don't we? But Christ's love reaches even beyond our evil to minister to our hearts!

Coming Home

2005-02-26T19:26:00.000-08:00

A title that I despise but it seemed appropriate for this poem that I wrote:

Coming Home

Lord, in this moment I ask you,
Make your home within my heart
Let all thoughts of leaving leave you
May you finish where you start
Hear confessions, How I need you,
Purify my darkest parts.

Lord, in this moment I praise you,
Your the master of this home,
I am but a palace for you,
Without you I am alone
Rule my every intention
Till I am a worthy throne.

Lord, in this moment I praise thee,
Weak, timid, lost and afraid
The small strength that is within me
Isn’t enough for each day
Through my weakness your strength fills me,
Puts your glory on display

Make this willing home a blessing
To those near and far away
Let the street kids join in singing
“This is the day the Lord has made”
With the angels backup voices
Telling of the price He paid

All that He is lives within me
Pray His word and do not cease
Then I work out what is in me
And His power is released
Victory! Victory! Victory!
Sin’s destruction is deceased!

When this home has served out its time
Then my eyes at last will close
And no longer see sin and crime
With the king I will repose
All thoughts of leaving will leave me
I will cleave the lord of hosts!

Preparing for the battle

2005-02-01T11:02:00.000-08:00

Christ knew the will of God and the reality of the future. This replaced vision in Him. He did not cast a desirable outcome before Himself and then seek to move people there. He aligned Himself with what He knew was His role in history and in the future and then He led people to do the same. Christian leaders don’t have the joy, burden or responsibility of knowing the end from the beginning. But surely this knowing God’s will versus planning a desired outcome is the kind of leadership that God desires from Christian leaders.

When Christ was administering the last supper He must have had so much joy, anticipation and heaviness in His heart. And yet I can only see Him 100% enjoying the fellowship time that He spent with His disciples. This is another important lesson for leaders; the night before the war deserves a time of love, fellowship and general easiness.

Prayer is also another part of the preparation for the big battle. Would Peter have faltered had he stayed up in prayer?

Jeremiah 33:3..."seeking God's way"

2005-01-26T13:42:00.000-08:00

Why do you oh Lord seem so hard to find?
If you are very near, why seek with ALL heart, soul and mind?
The best of things are free, so why withhold from me,
eternity, mystery of trinity, vision of your majesty?

Why does my tower of Babel never reach beyond the clouds?
Why my faith in Jesus so threatened by death shrouds?
Why abundant life, fenced in by this mess called earth?
Why the Pearl traded, for things that have no worth?

Can this flickering flame of faith be fanned to holy fire?
Can the Christ of cleansing blood burn out each base desire?
Show me great unsearchable things the way I do not know,
My king, my lamb, my source of strength, increase this candle's glow!

Managing Life

2005-01-12T19:39:00.000-08:00

I wish I didn't have to manage life. The problem with having a vision for where I want to go in life is that I then think that I am responsible for getting there. So I get so frustrated when unexpected things throw off my plans. I have been talking about the class that I was supposed to take at Columbia next week for months. I took off a week vacation and have spent nearly three and half weeks reading four books to get ready for this class. Yesterday I found out that the class was cancelled and would not be rescheduled. This sets me back a few months on my graduation date which would have been next Sept. I was planning on finishing up that in Sept. then studying and taking my GRE before Dec. and starting to work on a degree in international development next Jan. So now I am under quite a bit of a time crunch.

But you know life can throw you some positive curves as well. As I was driving home from work today I saw a guy driving a moving truck next to me. I hadn't seen him in over a year and had lost contact. So I waved him down and we had a talk. He gave me his number. He was struggling with some life issues the last time I had seen him and he still is. i got his card. It looks like the Lord has just provided another person to add to my network of faith relationships.

Guess this all comes back to God's providence and plans rather than mine...why is this lesson so hard to learn?

Transformation

2005-01-11T19:43:00.000-08:00

I have been focused on determining between God's agenda and my agenda. What I have found is that I don't spend enough time in prayer. Many times I am afraid to spend time in prayer because I may find out that things that I have been pushing for the Lord doesn't want for me. But when I do go to the Lord in prayer I find out that I have nothing to be afraid of. I am ok with letting go of things that He doesn't want for me and many times I am given confidence that He has placed certain visions in my life in order for me to accomplish them for Him.

Lucy is cool

2005-01-03T18:53:00.000-08:00

When I say Lucy is cool it is one of those things that I had to come to realize rather than one of those things that I knew instantly. Who is Lucy? She is a retired officer at my corps. I don't mean to sound disrespectful but when I think of retired officer I usually don't think cool. I usually think "those people who don't want me to worship in my heart language" or "those people who don't understand why I don't particulary love the uniform" ect.

That is what I thought of Lucy before I got to know her. Lucy is radical. She believes that if you pour your life into the life of someone else and give what God has given you to that other person then you will become God's tool in that person's life. I know that's not radical. The thing that's radical is that she actually does it. I have watched her over time start one on one relationships with some of the younger ladies in the corps and I have seen them change to become bold witnesses for Christ.

She does something that our generation is prophetically crying out to the generation that she belongs to. We say, "Its about relationships!" We go on our tirades talking about how the church has to many programs and isn't focused on what really matters. But we spend so much time complaining that we don't have the time for the relationships either.

We need to be radical, not just talk about it! Quite frankly I need to be more radical. I have tried to become more intentional about building witnessing relationships. I have a few that I feel are just that. But I make an appointment and go and have lunch with someone and it goes well but then there is a lull in the relationship before there is another chance to get back together. Since I only have about three relationships that I feel are witnessing relationships there are weeks that pass without any real witnessing opportunities. This has led me to believe that I need to build more witnessing relationships so that I am cultivating multiple relationships and living a constant radical life.

My New Year's resolution? I just made it while typing...By the end of this year I want to cultivate enough deep relationships with non-believers that I will have one quality witnessing conversation every day.

Tsunami

2005-01-02T13:37:00.000-08:00

I am amazed at how many people have died in the Tsunami. On 911 we experienced the death of several thousand people and it impacted the whole country. Of course, that was a deliberate attack and it took away our feelings of security. But what about those people that live in the countries that were hit by this Tsunami? I don't think it would be an overstatement to say that some of them probably are afraid to walk next to the ocean. It has taken away their security as well.

I was pleased to see that the US has decided to give 350 million to help the recovery efforts. As the only "superpower" as they say I think that it gives us the responsibility to lead in supporting not only this clean up effort but also to lead in helping the people of the two thirds world to have safety and development.

First Blog

2005-01-02T13:04:00.000-08:00

I have been wanting to do this for a while. So I was just having a lazy Sunday afternoon and thought I would put this together.