Essential Aspirations For The New Year 2023!

Aspirations may not be the word you use when you think about making changes or beginning new things in a New Year. Perhaps you use the word resolutions or more honestly yet “illusions” (humor added!).

Regardless of what word you choose, I appreciate the way the Word of God gives me access to the men and women of faith who so much have and continue to influence my life - and I suspect yours too. 

The book of Jude is probably not the place where most of us would go when it comes to considering good New Year’s aspirations or resolutions. However, I have found recently that it is. As we get close to Jude, we can hear his strong emphasis on several things that are essential for us to consider in this new year. 

I invite you to read the following verses found in the only chapter of his book:

“But you, beloved, building yourselves up in your most holy faith and praying in the Holy Spirit, 21 keep yourselves in the love of God, waiting for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ that leads to eternal life. 22 And have mercy on those who doubt; 23 save others by snatching them out of the fire; to others show mercy with fear, hating even the garment stained by the flesh.”

As you can see, there are quite a few action verbs in this few verses. Jude exhorts us to:

  • Build up our most holy faith

  • Pray in the Holy Spirit

  • Keep ourselves in the love of God

  • Await for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ

  • Have mercy on those who doubt

  • Save others out of the fire

  • Show mercy with fear to others

According to Jude, these actions need to be our priorities. For him, our holy faith, our communion in prayer and dependency on the Holy Spirit, being rooted in the love of God, living with our expectations set on Jesus, and relating to other people in God-honoring ways are paramount.

Interestingly, as we read these verbs in our English language, they do sound as imperatives. To anyone’s surprise, the only imperatives in this list are: 

Keep yourself in the love of God, have mercy on those who doubt, save others by snatching them our of the fire, and show mercy with fear to those who are defiled by their own flesh or way of living.

This is not to say that the other exhortations are not as important, it just means that a stronger emphasis is placed on them. The imperatives are not considered options but rather requirements.

My encouragement to us is to sit with these verses and ask the Holy Spirit to speak to each one of us. As we do this, we may find grace to align our hearts and lives with the priorities God has for His children in this short letter. 

Jude ends his letter offering us the basis for our confidence:

“24 Now to him who is able to keep you from stumbling and to present you blameless before the presence of his glory with great joy, 25 to the only God, our Savior, through Jesus Christ our Lord, be glory, majesty, dominion, and authority, before all time and now and forever. Amen.”

May God’s will become our resolutions or aspirations in the New Year 2023!

—Diego Cuartas

The Top of the Christmas List

I am a serial list maker.

At any given point in time, I will have a dozen scrawled lists wadded up in my purse. And ten more scattered by my chair or stuffed in any available orifice in my car.

I love them. I live by them. I need them.

So Christmas is especially fun for me. Lists of seasonal activities to get on the calendar. Lists of chores to accomplish in December. Lists of party foods and groceries to buy. Lists of Pinterest ideas to try. Lists of recipes to find. Lists of Hallmark movies to watch. Lists of Christmas cards to send. You get the idea.

But best of all is the Christmas gift list, quite necessary for a Grammy with more than a few grandchildren who need the perfect gift. Like Old Saint Nick, from Thanksgiving on, I’m making my lists and checking them twice…and many more times after that!

So, the other evening, perusing one of my master copies, I took out my marker and began checking off one name after another.  Check. Check. Check. I was feeling pretty proud of myself. Gift Shopping Mission nearly accomplished, and it wasn’t even Christmas Eve.

From out of nowhere, I heard my younger me singing in a long-ago Christmas program in the magical, darkened and decorated little church of my childhood.

 

“What can I give Jesus? I want to do my part.

What can I give Jesus? The love of all my heart.

My hands and feet. My money too. My praises and my songs.

I’ll give them all to Jesus for all to Him belongs.”

 

Memories flooded over me and tears stung my eyes. That mini-Eileen meant every word she sang, ever-so-slightly off key, that distant night. Like the mythical Little Drummer Boy, she knelt at the manger, staring with adoration and wonder at the babe she already knew as her Savior, and anguished over what she, a shy, empty-handed child, could possibly give Him, the One she loved so very much.

She didn’t even have a drum, so she lisped Him a song the very best she knew how.

I thought about that night and the words of that sweet song and wondered at how I so simply resolved the question back then. But did I ponder what else I could give Him? Besides my praises and my songs, the lyrics suggested I give Jesus my hands, feet, money, and the love of my heart. What would that look like?

I probably made a list!

1.    Dry the dishes and pull weeds. Hands.

2.    Run to Dodge’s Market for Mommy. Feet.

3.    Empty my piggy bank and send my coins to India. Money.

4.    Tell Jesus I love Him every day. Heart.

Check. Check. Check.

There were lots of tasks for a willing and obedient little girl to accomplish to show Jesus her love and gratitude. Especially at Christmas.

And I’m sure He smiled.

And aren’t there lots of tasks for willing and obedient big girls too? Certainly. But I’ve come to believe that my good works, as well-intentioned as they are, aren’t the very best gift I can offer my King.

Will I kneel at the manger and just adore Him?

As a much older and hopefully wiser girl, I realize that my God isn’t just asking me to legalistically check things off some grand, cosmic TO DO list so I can earn His attention and His favor—and maybe even my salvation.

What He really wants, the best gift I can offer Him, is the affection of my whole heart, the inner control center of ME. Essentially, I wrap myself up and lay me at His feet. Every single day. Not just at Christmas.

I then, out of loving surrender, live my life, plan my days, and make my lists, in pursuit of His Kingdom’s priorities and purposes. Because I love Him so much, I want to honor Him in everything, so I will gladly do what He wants (my hands!) anywhere I go (my feet!) and use my resources to bless others as I have been so richly blessed (my money!) by Him. And my lips will suddenly, uncontrollably burst forth in praise and song. Still a bit flat. But it all flows from my heart that is His, over-flowing with His gracious and unmerited love, love that He wants to spill out to others through me. And not just at Christmas.

How can we NOT fall at the manger and worship Him? How can we NOT give Him our whole hearts? How can we NOT place Him at the top of our Christmas Gift lists?

So what will you give Jesus? Your whole heart and all that goes with it?

I know it will make Him smile.

Even if your song is a little off-key.

—Eileen Hill

The Light is the King

Light can be directed or followed. The light that has dawned over the people dwelling in darkness in the region of the shadow of death is one to be followed. It must be followed because it emanates from a King.  After Matthew mentions the fulfillment of Isaiah’s prophecy in 4:16, we find that the “light” that has dawned is a person named Jesus. A few verses later we find this “light” walking and talking to people who walked in darkness. He appears to a few fishermen on the Sea of Galilee and beckons them to “Come, follow Me, and I will make you fishers of men.” The light was to be followed, not wielded.

This truth made it impossible for some to receive the light. Many wanted to use “The light” to satisfy their own desires. After seeing that the light was not able to be directed, they turned away back into the darkness. Many, like King Herod, who liked to be called “The Great,” went so far as to attempt to put out “The light.” 

This Christmas, may we be reminded that the baby in the manger is the “Light of the World”. The baby in the manger is also the King of Kings. There is no light outside His Kingdom. If you have seen Him but still walk in great darkness, maybe it is time to receive Him as King. To experience light in this dark land, one must follow Christ as King. We desperately need this light. On our knees, may we ask God to give us new hearts to exalt His King and Kingdom and not our own. As we struggle with our own sin, may we remember the King comes bearing a cross, with forgiveness of sins and new life for those who lay down their lives and follow Him. Hallelujah. The Light will lead us through the valley of the shadow of death. In the process, He will make us lights in the world, magnifying Jesus, The LIGHT!

Merry Christmas,

—Roger Garrison

Essentials

Ok. Time to simply remind myself of some life essentials.


I want to:

Love and enjoy the love of my beloved, the one who gave himself for me

Truly know, love, and give my life for the human I pledged to love my entire life

Actively intercede for my children, and their spouses, and their children. Bringing them daily to Jesus

Live openly 

Conduct my life in humility so Father does not have to oppose me

Be bold in my call and anointing

Care for whomever Father bring across my heart

Do what I can to serve, in the name of my beloved, wherever I am


—George Davis

 

Carnal Self

Whenever the interest of carnal self is stronger and more predominantly habitual than the interest of God, Christ or everlasting life, there is no true self denial, but where God’s interest is stronger, self denial is sincere.

So says one of the great puritans of the 17th century, Richard Baxter. Though they aren't always easy to read, as the language can be a little dated, let me encourage you to take a look at the Puritans. They are challenging and encouraging, and still very relevant. They’ll also make you think a little harder, well, they do me. The following is taken from a reading I was listening to online. As I was listening these were the notes I jotted down on the subject of self-denial.

  1. What is it that you live for? What is that good which your mind is principally set to obtain on which you set your heart on (pleasing God or pleasing of fleshly mind)? Know this and you may know whether self or God has greatest interest in you. For that is the God that you love most, would please best, and do most for.

  2. Which do you most prize? Do you prize Christ and holiness or pleasures that gratify the flesh?

  3. If truly self-denying, you are ordinarily ruled by God, His word and Spirit and not by carnal self. Whose word and will is it that ordinarily prevails? When God draws and self draws, which do you follow?

  4. Refuse to be ruled by it or love it as your god. Fight it and tread it down as your enemy and strive against it.

  5. If you have true self-denial, there is nothing in the world that is so dear to you that on deliberation you would leave it for God. A trial of the sincerity to part with that that is dearest to the flesh. Nothing so dear to a gracious soul which he cannot part with.

  6. True self-denial is procured by knowledge and love of God, advancing Him in the soul to the debasing of self. The illuminated soul, so much taken with the glory and goodness of the Lord, carries him away from self to God, to the love of God and hopes of glory.

“Oh, that this too solid flesh would melt.” Or to quote another, “What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death?”
“What a wretched man I am!” Indeed. How easily I can be undone by the flesh.

Thankfully, though, we are not left to fight on our own.
To quote another, “We have the Spirit of God working in us, and part of that work of the Holy Spirit is to put to death the old man. To get rid of that fleshly nature that has been that body of death that has beset us for so long.”
I’m thankful to the Lord for His patience and for giving us a helper so that we might overcome.

—Mick Sanderson

What Kind of Following?

Following is a very common aspect of life these days. We follow sports, authors, preachers, health experts, house flippers, stores, political figures, scholars, comedians, worship bands, pet fans, bloggers, friends, and the list goes on. Not only do we follow, but some of us may even have followers! The truth of the matter is that when it comes to following in our day there is hardly any effort or sacrifice involved in doing so. In some cases, following involves a few clicks, a few minutes of browsing through our mobile device or in some more extreme cases it involves dedicating a bit of extra time to read or listen to that podcast.

So, how are we doing in our day when it comes to following Jesus?

My wife and I had a chance recently to watch episodes 1 & 2 of The Chosen Season 3 series. It was fantastic, at least from our perspective. We appreciated the fact that the directors of the series made it a point to highlight the sacrifice involved in following Jesus, at least from what they are portraying of the Gospels’ accounts. The episodes really bring out the cost involved in following Jesus. For some, it was prioritizing their new master over their spouse. For others, following represented the forsaking of an existing vocation or career. For others, it meant facing the very same dangers they were seeking to flee from. For someone like Matthew, the tax collector, it meant relating to the people who hated or rejected him—and by the same token those he had in some cases extorted. For all of them, it meant becoming part of a community they would not choose for themselves! And let’s not forget John the Baptist. Preparing the way for Jesus cost him his own head!

So, my head is spinning just thinking about it. Would you agree that most of what we call following Jesus today is couched in a very safe, comfortable, and low-sacrifice manner? 

I need to wrestle with this as much as you probably do too. 

If anything, this short blog is intended to invite you to reflect on how you would describe your following of Jesus today. Is your following of Jesus guided by attitudes and choices that are safe? Is it guided by comfort? Does comfort tend to set the limits to your faith? Is your following resistant to or void of sacrifices? 

May I suggest that if we don’t pay attention to the kind of following we are doing or pursuing, we may end up living a Christianity where our following is nothing else than an attempt to re-design a Savior and Lord who is domesticated? A Savior and Lord according to our image. And perhaps a Savior and Lord we follow not according to a faith that responds to His revelation but more according to our interpretation, desires, and fears.

May God’s Spirit help us rethink our following of Jesus wherever needed! And may we celebrate the places in our lives where by God’s grace we are following Him with self-abandonment and in true faith! 

—Diego Cuartas

An Unexpected Gift

I am still stuck on generosity.

Maybe it’s because the India Team just left for Omie’s Home.

Maybe it's because Thanksgiving is just around the corner.

Maybe it’s because I still have a story to tell you about generous giving and living.

I hope you will get all these connections after you read on.

It was 8 years ago and I was slowly driving to work, carefully rehearsing in my mind just what I would say to the ladies I cared for. I knew they weren’t going to be happy.

At church the day before, Dot Marketto had approached me with her charming little smile and informed me she desperately needed me to accompany her to India in a few weeks. She only had one other person signed on to go; she needed more help or she would have to cancel her trip. Now Dot can be quite persuasive indeed, but so can the Holy Spirit nudging me deep inside. I told Dot I would pray about it, discuss it with Kenny, and get back to her the next day.

In the car on our way home from church, before I even finished telling my faith-filled, missions-minded husband about my conversation with Dot, he was encouraging me to go. But I protested, listing all my concerns, my hesitations. I would have to quickly obtain a visa and get some dreaded shots. Nearly impossible, anxiously feared. I would have to take off a lot of work. Not easy for a self-employed caregiver whose clients are quite dependent. I would miss Thanksgiving with my family. Bummer. And it cost $3000!! How on earth could I raise that much money in just a couple of weeks? And just who could I ask to support my last-minute trip? We didn’t have it ourselves. That alone seemed to make the trip unreasonable.

So I shook my head. Kenny nodded his. I called Dot.

I would proceed with joining her small team and asked her to pray that all the apparent obstacles to my “yes” would be removed by my Good and Generous Father if this trip was His plan for me. I needed to know.

Then I had to face my ladies. I dreaded the conversation I would have to have.

The morning dragged as I busied myself with my usual tasks. Lunchtime would be the best opportunity to explain my plans to go to India. So, over our tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches, I broke my news. It went much worse than I had anticipated. One of the dear ladies simply cried and the other harshly lashed out at me. Why would I go to such a place and endanger myself? Weren’t there needs here in the United States? Why would Kenny allow me to go? How could I consider leaving my family for Thanksgiving? How could they, my ladies, manage without me? Did I care more for children I hadn’t even met than I did for them? It was hard. My heart was torn.

When I got ready to leave them in the late afternoon, my lady friend who had cried at my plans followed me onto the porch in her wheelchair. She pulled an envelope addressed to me from under her sweater. “This is for you,” she whispered, cautiously looking over her shoulder. “You do so much for us. I went to the bank on Friday and took out some money to give you to help you replace the rug in your bedroom that was ruined when your dear mama lived with you. I know that is the project you are saving your money for. But you can always get a new rug, Eileen, but you can’t always obey God and go on a trip to India to love people who need to know Him. Just don’t tell anybody!”

Ooops! I just told YOU! Will you keep our secret?

I hugged my generous friend, tears running down my cheeks, and climbed in my car. Relief and peace flooded over me. This had been a big hurdle for me, a big condition for me being able to go on to India with a clear conscience. I felt I more than received her permission to take time off; I had her blessing! I knew she would and could influence and convince my other more suspicious friend that they could do without me for a while.

I called Kenny to say I was on my way home and related my clandestine meeting by the back door. My heart was overflowing with gratitude. But, practical as always, Kenny interrupted me and asked me how much money was in the bank envelope she had slipped me. I hadn’t even given it a thought. I was still focusing on and rejoicing that she had so kindly released me to go, giving me the confirmation I needed. “You knucklehead,” he laughed. “Pull over and count the money!”

On the side of the road, colorful fall leaves cascading over my car, I incredulously began to count crisp $100 bills out loud in a very shaky voice. Thirty of them! Yes, you got it. Thirty! $3000. Exactly what I needed for the trip.

I had never told my benefactor the cost of my trip. I hadn’t even mentioned my concern for fund raising. When she visited the bank days earlier, she had no idea I was going anywhere. But my generous Father did. It was He who prompted her love and generosity toward me for one purpose that He had all along planned for another. Not only were my needs totally met, but He confirmed my desire to go with Dot. There was no doubt. Isn’t that just like our awesome God?

And it was, in part, all due to the generosity of one elderly lady who responded to the prompting of the Holy Spirit, the very same Spirit of God Who had prompted me to go to an orphanage and leper colony thousands of miles from Elmer, New Jersey, and love generously in the name of Jesus.

Generous people beautifully reflect the character and the heart of our God. Isn’t that what all His children really want to do, ought to do? Make much of Him? Make Him known for Who He really is? And if living and loving generously accomplishes that amazing purpose, let’s all sign on today! It’s a very good time of year to do so.

Let’s look around our neighborhoods, our places of work, our families, our church and listen to the Holy Spirit prompting us to be generous with our friendship, our hospitality, our free time, our love, our forgiveness, our encouragement, our resources, our talents, and yes, our money too. Needs and brokenness abound. We won’t have to search long and hard.

Let’s not let this Thanksgiving season go by without purposefully and generously blessing someone with an unexpected gift of some kind. Won’t you think about it? Dot’s team is at it right now.

I guarantee you will get more out of it than they will, a very unexpected gift to yourself.

And more than that, it will be a special gift to our loving and generous God Who will get the praise He deserves and the honor due His Name.

Believe me, it doesn’t have to cost you $3000. But it might…

I AM

Please consider Abraham, Job, and Martha…

When facing the imminent death of his son Isaac, Abraham reasoned that, because of God’s promises, God must be able to resurrect the dead (Hebrews 11:19).

When facing his own imminent death, Job stated,

“For I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the last he will stand upon the earth.  And after my skin has been thus destroyed, yet in my flesh I shall see God, whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another.” (Job 19:25-27)

When facing the death of her brother Lazarus, Martha said to Jesus,

 “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died. But even now I know that whatever you ask from God, God will give you.” (John 11:21-22)

Each of these three found themselves facing the greatest enemy, death. In the flesh, all hope was lost. Still, they had hope. Each of them had asked the questions we will ask today:

Is God good? Is He present? Is He able? Does He care for me? Will He act on time? Will He make something beautiful from these ashes? Can He defeat sin without and within? Is He enough?

And, from His mouth they had received an answer.

“I AM”

More powerful than “I have” or “I will”, Jesus tells us,

“I AM” 

“I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die” (John 11:25).

“Behold, I am making all things new.” Also he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true” (Revelation 21:5).

Do you believe this?

Yes brothers and sisters, even now, He is.

On our knees may we pray, “We believe; help our unbelief.”

To God be the Glory,

—Roger Garrison

 

 

 

Growing as a House of Prayer

One of the things that Christians throughout the centuries have done is to align themselves with the persecuted and those bereft of assistance from any other source but God and his people. Prayer, uttered in faith, to our God who sees and hears is practiced as a last resort, and that is such a shame because we are powerless without Father’s work within us. 

Today, I yield my blog space to share the story of what is happening to our brothers and sisters in Nigeria in hopes that as we grow into a house of prayer, will learn to pray with passion for our brothers and sisters worldwide.

Pastor George

In Nigeria, a Christian is killed for their faith every two hours; that’s nearly 13 Christians a day and 372 Christians a month.

They’re sobering statistics—each number is a man, woman, father, mother, son or daughter who die violently just because they follow Jesus.

Research for the 2022 World Watch List reveals that in 2021, more Christians were murdered for their faith in Nigeria than in any other country. Last year, Nigeria accounted for nearly 80% of Christian deaths worldwide, with more than 4,650 believers killed. The death toll once again makes Nigeria the world’s most violent place for Christians—for the second consecutive year.

“We can document that 4,650 Nigerian Christians were killed during the previous reporting period for the 2022 World Watch List,” says Open Doors CEO David Curry.“ Those are just those we know about—and can report. They were tracked, targeted, raped and killed . . . because they were Christians.

The epicenter of jihadist violence 

The numbers paint a horrific picture of what’s happening in Nigeria.

Today, persecution in Nigeria is—simply put—brutally violent, as Islamic extremist groups work to carry out their agenda to Islamize the world’s seventh-largest country. Leveraging the country’s political instability and poor economy, these groups have turned Nigeria and the surrounding Sahel region (Burkina Faso, Cameroon, Chad, Niger) into an epicenter for jihadist violence.

“Generally speaking, there is no single part of Africa that is spared of Islamist insurgency,” says Illia, Open Doors analyst for Nigeria. “The phenomenon—the issue of radicalism—is now expanding and gaining territories. Radical preaching and teaching continue to lead to hostility towards religious minorities, such as Christians.”

In Nigeria, people are living their lives under constant threat of attack from several main groups: Boko Haram, the Islamic State West Africa Province (ISWAP), Fulani militants and criminal gangs who kidnap and murder for ransom with few consequences.

An ongoing and horrific insurgency

In 2015, Pastor Andrew’s village was attacked by the Islamic extremist militant group, Boko Haram. The group destroyed Pastor Andrew’s church and set fire to the entire village. Villagers fled for their lives and went running into the brush to survive. In the panic, some children were separated from their parents and left on their own to care for themselves.

“We saw how the fire consumed the whole village,” Pastor Andrew said. “The persecution was so much that I never imagined we would come together again to worship in the church.”

Pastor Andrew’s village is one of many Boko Haram has attacked since it was founded in 2002. Despite attempts and claims by the Nigerian government to bring down Boko Haram, the extremist group has long been one of the world’s most infamous terrorist groups. The group exploded onto the scene in 2009 during a failed uprising in northern Nigeria and in 2014 generated world attention when they kidnapped more than 300 girls from a finishing school in Chibok.

Boko Haram doesn’t hesitate to specifically target Christians. They see Christianity as a great evil with ties to the West and frequently target churches, often attacking villages where Christians are the majority religious group. To them, Christians are outsiders to be killed.

“The Christians realized that the attacks were against their faith,” Pastor Andrew said. “But after losing everything, they realized God is all you need.”

Kidnapping Christians with impunity

Although Boko Haram targets Christians, they also go after anyone who doesn’t share their narrow view of Islam. That means they often also target more moderate Muslims, or Muslims who don’t come from the same school of radical, hardline preaching they claim.

Continued targeting of Muslims is one reason Boko Haram split into factions in 2016. Now, there are two rival groups, one claiming allegiance to ISIS (now known as ISWAP, or the Islamic State Western Africa Province) that does not attack Muslims and one still primarily known as Boko Haram that continues to attack mosques and Muslim civilians. However, both share a passionate hatred for Christians.

ISWAP has quickly become a formidable force. Most recently, on Friday, January 21, 2022, ISWAP attacked Piyemi village in Borno State, Nigeria. An estimated 21 houses and shops were burnt after being completely looted, a church was destroyed to its foundation, several people were killed and 16 others were kidnapped, including 15 girls. A week earlier, they led an attack on nearby Kautikari village, where they opened fire on villagers, killing three people. They went on to kidnap four girls and loot and raze two churches.

Four years ago, the same group kidnapped Leah Sharibu and 100 other classmates from their girls finishing school in Dapchi. Nightmarishly, Leah’s story is just one of thousands of stories of persecution that happen every year in Nigeria at the hands of extremist groups like ISWAP and Boko Haram.

Middle Belt clashes that impact thousands

Over 38 million people belong to the larger Fulani cluster of ethnic groups found in pockets across 19 Central and West African countries. They speak a variety of languages, including Hausa, English, French and Arabic and are the world’s largest nomadic group. The Fulani people roam a wide territory for their cattle to graze. Among the Fulani, less than one percent are professing Christians; almost 100 percent of them follow Islam. Traditionally, the Fulani are herders, driving cattle across the wide grasslands of west Africa. But climate change and desertification have driven them south, often setting up conflicts with settled Nigerian farmers—many of whom are Christians.

There is an extremist faction of Fulani that goes beyond being just simple herdsmen. Pastor Jeremiah’s village was attacked by Fulani militants in April 2020, and it’s part of a massive wave of violence against Christians in Nigeria’s Middle Belt. In this region, militant Fulani herdsmen push their cattle through the regions where Christians have lived for generations. When these radicals attack, they do so with brutality, burning down homes and churches to gain more land and wipe out the Christian presence in the region.

Pastor Jeremiah described the attack on his village: “We heard gunshots close to our vicinity, so we told our women and children to go to the next town while the men stayed guard. About 15 minutes later, armed Fulani surrounded our town. They came bearing automatic weapons, shooting anyone in sight, and torches to burn down the village.

“It was impossible to protect the town against such heavily armed men, so everyone fled. Some ran deep into the bush, others to the rocks and others tried to run to the next town. The radicals shot at me while I was running. Some of us didn’t make it out alive.”

The militants went from house-to-house and set everything ablaze. Miraculously, Pastor Jeremiah’s church survived the fires. But his village and church is one of thousands that has suffered at the hands of militant Fulani.

Pastor Jeremiah in Nigeria captures the fear and trauma in Nigeria that our family lives with every day: “When we go to sleep at night, we are never sure we will make it to the next day.

Our Nigerian family needs our prayers

Now is the time for us—as brothers and sisters in Christ—to raise up our Nigerian church family in desperate prayer. Our Nigerian family lives each hour under threat of attack, kidnapping or death, simply because they believe in Jesus as Savior.

Let’s pray for the government in Nigeria, that they would quit turning a blind eye and instead support Christian Nigerians.

Nigeria was removed from the U.S.’s new list of “Countries of Particular Concern.” Pray the international community would recognize the insecurity in Nigeria that is allowing violent extremist groups and armed bandits to continue and even increase their terrorist activity.

Let’s pray for those who are harassing, terrorizing and murdering Christians, that God would work in their lives and that their hearts might become flesh again (Matt. 5:44).

Let’s pray for the widows and children growing up without one or both of their parents, that God would comfort them and hold them close to His chest. Pray they’ll feel His supreme peace in the scabbed pits of their hearts.

And let’s pray for those who are being persecuted or who live in fear of persecution, that they might feel God’s abundant comfort in their valleys, His amazing hope in their storms and for their souls to be made whole again amidst painful struggles and unbearable loss.

Taken from:

https://www.opendoorsusa.org/christian-persecution/stories/every-two-hours-a-christian-in-nigeria-is-killed-for-their-faith/?utm_campaign=coschedule&utm_source=facebook_page&utm_medium=Open%20Doors%20USA&fbclid=IwAR1QgHuc31XAhoQmXQUM_c5Zu8M4fQyKg665CrBZWqq1zc9V0-44H69BTpI

 

Riding in Style

Blame Pastor Greg for this one. This blog is entirely his fault…I simply can’t resist the invitation to tell a story. Even one I’ve told before.

For a couple of weeks, Greg has asked us to share how God is blessing others through us and/or how God is blessing us through others. How can any of us be quiet? Sharing our stories multiplies praise to our very generous and deserving Father. And hasn’t He done so very much in our lives?

Several years ago, for a lot of reasons, Kenny and I were in an overwhelming financial mess. We had no idea what to do except cry out to our Father in heaven for help, for direction, for hope. As we struggled through each endless day, it seemed our situation got worse and worse. Even the car we were driving was leased and the lease was up. We would have to rely on Kenny’s vintage pickup to get around.

Now that doesn’t sound like a bad plan at all…except my aging Mama with Alzheimer’s lived with us. She just couldn’t easily get in and out of that vehicle. It was quite a comical adventure hoisting her up and in or carefully lowering her out over the running boards. We petitioned our Father for help. We needed a better way to convey Mama comfortably and safely to her doctor’s appointments and church.

So God impressed on Kenny’s heart to call each of our three children to privately  join us in prayer for a car suitable for Mom Mom’s transport. During the conversation with our oldest son, KJ, he asked how much money we wanted to spend on the car we needed. Without hesitation, Kenny responded, “None.” I think he surprised all three of us with that answer. He had decided to trust God fully. What a step of faith! Me? Not so much. I was shocked, but his bold declaration jump-started my mustard seed sized faith into action.

The very next day, KJ called us back with an incredible story. An associate pastor at a church in North Carolina, he had gone into his office early that morning and was greeted by the church’s elderly secretary. She posed an unbelievable question. “Do you know anybody who needs a car?”

Did he ever!!

This dear lady’s son had a car dealership and kept his mama in reliable used vehicles, upgrading her every few years. He had a newer model ready for her use and told her to find someone who needed her old one, a car literally only driven to church on Sundays (and a few other days) by a little, old lady. It had been well maintained and had very low mileage. She was excited and blessed to give it to us, she said. SHE was blessed??  Isn’t that just so like God?

And it was a Cadillac! Mama was to ride in style with comfortable, heated front seats. It was easily accessible for her too. All because of a very generous Southern lady and her son who were obedient to the prompting of their incredibly generous God who desired to meet the urgent need of this humbled Northern lady and her precious mom.

We had that classic car a long time and were appreciative every single day. Every time we sat in it, we were reminded of the goodness and generosity of our Father. And a mother and son we never met face to face.

We were so very grateful.

Thinking about it all these years later, with a lump in my throat and my eyes misting over, I still am grateful. My heart is filled with thanksgiving and praise to God once more for the blessing of that big, old boat of a car.

And that’s what generosity does. For the giver and the beneficiary.

But most importantly, the Giver of all good gifts, our generous and loving God receives the honor and glory due Him.

In a word, what I’m saying is, Grow up. You’re kingdom subjects. Now live like it. Live out your God created identity. Live generously and graciously toward others, the way God lives toward you.”

 Matthew 5:48 (The Message)

—Eileen Hill

Dependence: A Measure for Maturity

A few days ago I came across one of my lost journals in my basement by accident. I wasn’t too excited since I knew, based on my journaling habits, it probably contained a bunch of blank pages. I opened it to find only two entries. The second one read:

12/16/15

Purpose of parenthood: Connect child to source of life. Root child in living waters. Jesus is the root. He is the way to the Father. He gives us water that keeps us from thirsting again.  Once a child can draw water from the Father, through Jesus, they are ready to live on their own.

 Is it possible that we too often prioritize independence as the main objective of parenthood? Convicted, I asked myself these questions: Is the independence I encourage in my children rooted in an increasing dependence on God? Am I teaching my children how do things on their own or how to do things with Him?  Am I promoting self or God-dependence?

I shared my conviction with my wife who pointed me to Ezekiel 29 to find an example of the terrible consequences of the independence that comes from self-dependence.  Here the Lord says to Pharoah: 

“I am against you, Pharaoh king of Egypt,

you great monster lying among your streams.

You say, “The Nile belongs to me;

                        I made it for myself.”

But I will put hooks in your jaws
                                   and make the fish of your streams stick to your scales.
I will pull you out from among your streams,
                                    with all the fish sticking to your scales.
 I will leave you in the desert,
                                   you and all the fish of your streams.
You will fall on the open field
                                   and not be gathered or picked up.
I will give you as food
                                     to the beasts of the earth and the birds of the sky.”

 In Pharaoh’s case, his independence would lead to dependencies and bondage. This is also the case with our children. The one who believes he owns the Nile will be hooked like a fish. The one who seeks control will be controlled. The one who seeks ownership will be owned. May we not encourage an independence in our children that will lead to this destruction. Independence is not a guaranteed sign of growth in the right direction.

In contrast, the bible tells us of another king who had an independence that came from His dependence on His Father. In fact, He was so dependent that He did nothing apart from His Father. (John 5:19:20). With His Father He was able to escape the corruption in the world caused by evil desires. He was truly free. Like Jesus, may our children’s independence in the world be the byproduct of their dependence on God.

 Our kids are watching more than they are listening. Do they see us as self-made? Have we taken ownership for the Nile in our back yard? Do our words and actions model a personal dependence on God? 

May God help up us to be living testimonies of His provision, and may dependence on God, not independence, be the measure by which we gauge maturity in both the young and old.

To God be the Glory,

—Roger Garrison

New Resolve After 55 Years in My Wheelchair

Who am I that God should be mindful of me? I am poor and needy of God every moment of every day. And God uses everything in my life for His good purposes; nothing is wasted. If these thoughts and questions sound significant to you, please check out this blog by Joni Eareckson Tada, who is “heaven-bent on honoring my Jesus, serving others, finishing the race, and completing the task of testifying to gospel grace.”

What's in a Name?

Looking at the bottom of this blog you’ll see my name is Mick. I was actually Christened Michael Geoffrey, but ever since I can remember, I’ve always been called Mick. Another name I’m called that has, for me, more emotional ties, is Mickey. It has been used, almost exclusively, by my family, especially my sisters and my mum.

Though my name is Michael I've never been called Mike, and it’s a name I just don’t associate with myself. I’ve found that many Americans will immediately call me Mike if I introduce myself as Michael, something that never happened to me in England. So my name is Michael, but you can call me Mick.

For most people names are very important. Most parents take a long time and many heated moments trying to choose a name for their child, even long before the birth. For many cultures the naming of a child is often determined by tradition or a family name that is passed down from generation to generation.

In the bible, in the Gospel of Luke, we are told of two who were called by name, even before they were conceived. When the angel of the Lord appeared to Zechariah he was told, “Your wife Elizabeth will bear a son and you shall call his name John.” Around the same time the angel Gabriel was sent to Mary and told her, “...you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus.” How beautiful is that. The little child developing in the womb is called by name. Is known by God.

And what a name. The name of Jesus. The name above all names, at which every knee will bow. For many of us, a name that was often no more than a swear word, comes to mean everything to us. Bringing life from death. In the same way he called Lazarus out of the tomb, so he called us from death to life, and, I have no doubt, he called us by name.

—Mick Sanderson

We Do Not Know What To Pray For As We Ought To

Paul himself admitted to this deficiency (Romans 8:26). This is a sobering truth we must grapple with if we are going to mature in our understanding of prayer. 

I was encouraged to meditate and study this passage after listening to Andrew Murray’s seventh chapter of his book The Spiritual Life. In this chapter Murray emphasizes the fact that it takes humility to recognize that while we pray for many things, we don’t know how to pray what we need most.

This deficiency in the area of prayer is more than human incompetence on our part. How so? The word we translate “weakness” carries also the idea of sickness or illness. Jesus used this word in John 11:4 when speaking of the sickness that had momentarily taken the life of his friend Lazarus. There is a deep condition that renders us sick and weak when it comes to knowing what to pray as we must. 

Do you approach prayer convinced that what you are praying is always what you should pray for? Or how you should pray for that? Furthermore, do you approach prayer convinced that you are praying the good you ought to pray for your life or the life of others?

Oh that Romans 8:26 will be the Word that infuses repentance and humility in our souls!

It is this kind of humility that will open our hearts to the real help the Holy Spirit wants to offer to us when we pray.

— Diego Cuartas

Keep Out...Please!

It’s kind of our thing.

Both of us in our respective lounge chairs, kicked back, watching one of our shows in our basement family room. I am in my nightgown, snuggled up in my favorite, soft blanket. Our snack trays are littered with my jug of ice water and a wide assortment of goodies, healthy and otherwise.

And it’s late afternoon, early evening. Kenny’s finished work for the day and we are chilling, deciding when and if we want to scrounge up some dinner. Since my total knee replacements this summer, there have been some mighty slim pickings around here.

Then we hear footsteps in the kitchen and our basement door opens. We watch as unfamiliar boots descend into our private sanctuary. “Um, hi,” the stranger mumbles, embarrassed. “I’m your new bug guy.”

Then we remember the sign.

Plastered on our back door is a note card that reads, “Please come right in…thanks!” I had taped it up after my second surgery so I wouldn’t have to get up and answer the door for the nurse, physical therapist, and anybody else dropping by.

I just didn’t mean the exterminator.

Funny. We have had uninvited guests before. Bats, mice, flying squirrels, snakes…ah, the joys of living in the woods with all the critters. We even had a burglar kick in our deck door and rob us blind a few years back. How violated and vulnerable we felt! There is something deeply disturbing and unsettling when the safety, comfort, and privacy of your home is suddenly compromised, shattered.

Even by a bug guy just doing his job.

So I have been thinking about this a lot. I don’t want unexpected or uninvited visitors in my home.

Nor my heart.

But I’m pretty sure there are any number of things just lurking nearby, waiting for the door to open up a tiny crack.

In Genesis, I am reminded of these verses.

“The Lord said to Cain, ‘Why are you angry and why has your face fallen. If you do well, will you not be accepted? And if you do not do well, sin is crouching at the door. Its desire is contrary to you, but you must rule over it.’” (Genesis 4:6-7)

The context of the bigger story here is that God has accepted Abel’s sacrifice but rejected his twin brother Cain’s sacrifice. Cain is furious so God mercifully addresses him, offering him a chance to do things “well.” He presents Cain with the choice to surrender his anger, repent of his wrong attitude, and get his heart right with God. Or he could let sin get the better of him. Cain refuses to listen to God’s gracious words of caution and allows the wickedness of anger crouching at his door to pounce on him, become his master, and rule over him. In a jealous rage, Cain kills his brother. What power sin has!

I think it would be wise for us to take notice.

I am of the scary opinion that sin is always crouching at my door, ready to spring like a hungry killer, an uninvited guest, ready to move in and take over. I am aware of the obvious sins; I keep the door barred and locked tightly against these dark enemies that lure and coax me to lie, steal, slay, cheat, betray, hate, envy, abandon, mistreat, control, and destroy. I fight and I flee with the Spirit’s necessary and inexhaustible strength and insight. When I struggle, I repent of my failure to obey and my wrong attitude. I turn my heart back to my forgiving Father.

But I am afraid there are less recognizable sins that are crouching outside, still inherently sinister and ugly, that I readily throw open the door to without a second glance, without a thought. The welcome sign is on my door.

For me, those sins include sloth, gluttony, poor time management, being satisfied with lesser things, setting up false saviors, selfish desires for ease, pleasure, and comfort, isolationism, ignoring the Spirit’s prompting…oh, my! The list goes on. Do you also have a list of pet sins that you coddle, appease, defend, and invite in?

These sins are just as insidious and dangerous. Why don’t I recognize mine for what they are? Oh, how easily I can get tripped up by the “little” sins that seem so harmless! Oh, dear Father! Help me, help us, to see sin for what it is…ALL sin. Protect us from the evil crouching at our doors! Keep our eyes open to Your Spirit’s leading and our ears tuned to His voice. Keep us in your Word.

“I have stored up your word in my heart, that I might not sin against you. (Psalm 119:11 ESV)

Since I have been thinking on all these things, I have been haunted by a phrase from an old Steve Green song that has been going around and around in my head. It’s a great song called “Higher Ground.” I will close with a few of the lyrics, but, if you get a chance, it is worth a listen on YouTube.

 

In the world, but not of it

Caught in the storm, we’ve got to rise above it

Waves of ungodliness eroding the shore

It’s a treacherous sea, too wild to ignore

 

Build your house above the ocean

Build your house on higher ground

Build above the world’s commotion

And its mesmerizing sound

 

You’re taking your life into your hands

By building your castles in the sand

So build up high above the tide

Build on higher ground

 

God is calling us to remain unstained

In the rising flood of sin

And it’s easier to keep it out

If we don’t invite it in.

 

Take that welcome sign off your door!

More than the bug guy is waiting outside.

—Eileen Hill

To God be the Glory

In Luke 18, we learn that a ruler once asked Jesus, “Good Teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life?” 

Jesus answered,

“Why do you call Me good? No one is good except God alone.

Considering his response, how do we respond to exaltation? Do we embrace or despise the making of our name great? Ultimately, whose glory are we seeking? It seems the ruler in the story approaches Jesus seeking His own glory. I think I am often guilty of the same. Jesus’s response shows us the difference between making our name great and making God’s name great. 

In Psalm 16:2, the psalmist writes, “You are my Lord, apart from you I have no good thing.” Moving forward, may we take every opportunity to glorify God and make His name great. May we become less and He become more. May every praise of us provide an opportunity to glorify God. May God help us.

In Christ,

Roger Garrison

The Light in the Tunnel

Tunnels are necessary things although the scenery is not very good. They can be fun if you don't spend your time lamenting that you cannot see the trees, the sun, of grazing cows on the hill. You can try to make it without taking a breath, sing songs, look at license plates, contemplate the tonnage of the rock or water over your head, notice how many wet drippy places are inside, and, if it's long enough, wait for your tunes or GPS to reconnect. Tunnels can be cool, if you accept them for what they are and sort of make peace with the experience and keep heading toward its end.

The Lincoln Tunnel under the Hudson is not my favorite tunnel - while I am in it. But I do like that burst of sunlight just as you are expelled out of the gloom and smog. Into the midtown skyline and energy. I wonder how many travelers, each having their own similar but distinct experience in that Tunnel, have made their way in and out over the years.

Funny, sandhog workers drill, chisel, blast, and dig a way for us.  Some lose their lives in the process. A vision is cast, sinews are employed, and the rest of us find a useful path to traverse. We use tunnels because they are there and speed us along in our journeys. Many trust them like yellow brick roads through an uneasy forrest while we hum to ourselves "lions, and tigers and bears, oh, my".  

Next time, go a bit slower through your tunnel, physical or otherwise. Embrace the experience, knowing its not strange - well, yes it is if you remember you are driving your car through a mountain or underwater, or through a problem or a season- but be thankful for the useful, transitional thing that it really is.: a way to the light and the shortened distance to where you want or are supposed to be. Into the light.

"Remember those early days after you first saw the light? Those were the hard times! Kicked around in public, targets of every kind of abuse—some days it was you, other days your friends. If some friends went to prison, you stuck by them. If some enemies broke in and seized your goods, you let them go with a smile, knowing they couldn’t touch your real treasure. Nothing they did bothered you, nothing set you back. So don’t throw it all away now. You were sure of yourselves then. It’s still a sure thing! But you need to stick it out, staying with God’s plan so you’ll be there for the promised completion."  The Message, Hebrews 10.32ff.

—George Davis

On the Trail of Giants

“When Jesus referred to John the Baptist as ‘a burning and shining light,’ He was thinking of a candle, which must pay a heavy price to shine. What does it cost a candle to furnish light? It costs its very existence! It costs everything! Even so, to take the light of the saving Gospel into dark Congo cost George Grenfell and the early missionaries everything. Who else will pay that price?”

Giants of the Missionary Trail by Eugene M. Harrison contains short accounts of a few missionaries who served during the 18th and 19th centuries. From their conversion to their calling, and some highlights of their missions work, until they are finally called home. It’s humbling and challenging to read the accounts of these men, and the women who stood alongside them, giving everything, including their lives, to take the Gospel to the ends of the earth.

Adoniram and Ann Judson, called to Burma (now Myanmar).
“For three weeks (just before their arrival) their ship had been tossed about by a fierce monsoon in the Bay of Bengal. Judson’s wife, Ann, became desperately ill and Judson expected her death momentarily. Attended only by her husband, Ann gave birth to her first baby, which soon died and was buried at sea.” On arrival in Rangoon, conditions were bad: “Speedy death, either from disease or at the hands of Burma’s notoriously cruel officials, seemed to stare them in the face and they were sorely tempted to return to America. But as they prayed through the long vigils of the night, the voice of the Lord comforted them, saying, “Fear not, for I am with thee; be not dismayed, for I am thy God.” Assured that their blessed Lord was with them, they determined to go forward, whatever the cost.”

David Livingstone, called to Africa.
After many years taking the Gospel to the people and opening up the country for other missionaries, Livingstone was on his final journey. Suffering many bouts of fever and his feet covered in sores and blisters, his bearers, concerned for his well being, built a hut and put a cot inside for him to lie on. After some time they looked in to see how he was and saw he was kneeling at his bedside praying. Looking in again later, they found that he had died as he was praying.

Jonathan and Rosalind Goforth, called to China. Appointed by their church to open a new field in the northern Province of Hanon.
Rosiland Goforth wrote, “Dr Hudson Taylor, of the China Inland Mission wrote to us, “We understand North Honan is to be your field. It is one of the most anti-foreign provinces in China...Brother, if you would enter that province, you must go forward on your knees. These words gave a key-note to our early pioneer years. Our strength as a mission and as individuals, during those years so fraught with dangers and difficulties, lay in the fact that we did realize the hopelessness of our task apart from divine aid.”

In all these stories, what is evident is the missionaries' love for the Lord and their overwhelming desire to share that love with those living in darkness, and their darkness was great. The people were in bondage. Living in fear of spirits, sorcery, witchcraft, slavery, murder, and cannibalism, and only the light of the Gospel could set them free.

Our last mention is of James Chalmers, called to New Guinea.
After years serving the people of New Guinea and leading many into a saving knowledge of the Gospel, Chalmers set out to visit a new district known for its particularly ferocious tribe of headhunters and cannibals. He was accompanied by Rev. Thomkins, a promising young colleague recently arrived from England. Though the people looked threatening, Chalmers, Thomkins, and a few others went ashore. They were never seen again. It was ascertained later that they had been invited to the village to eat. As soon as they entered, the signal was given for a general massacre. Chalmers and his companions were killed and eaten, their heads being kept as trophies.

So many of these missionaries paid the ultimate price but not before many of the people they reached out to had thrown off their filthy garments for robes of righteousness. Thousands were saved and delivered from darkness, Gospels were translated into new languages, and countries were opened up for future missionaries to follow.

So let’s not forget to keep in prayer those who are currently on the mission field. Sharing the same good news of the Gospel with those whose bondage is just as great as the headhunters and cannibals of New Guinea in James Chalmers day.

—Mick Sanderson

Hope, A Gift We Need to Fan

While hope is fundamentally given to us as a gift, it is for us to work at cultivating it. Thankfully, someone else has been entrusted to empower hope.

I don’t know about you, but there are times when I can muster up an imitation of true hope by fixing my attention or expectation on some experience or reality I think might bring me hope. This is not the kind of hope for which Jesus became human and died. True hope is given to us as a gift. It really is the unavoidable response of a heart that has been reclaimed by Jesus for God. Moreover, it is a permanent hope as the Holy Spirit comes to dwell inside of us. And because this hope is founded on the Trinity, it is a true hope that has a beginning and is able to propel every other kind of hope we can have. It is eternal in nature because it is anchored in our heavenly Father who is described as the “God of hope” (Romans 15:13).

But how do we cultivate or fan hope? In the same passage I just mentioned, there are a couple things that hint to our part. Here is the way the apostle Paul puts it:

“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope. “

According to Paul, hope can abound in our lives. How can this be possible? Simply put: through our believing what God says and being receptive to the work of the Holy Spirit in our lives.

Paul emphasizes that a heart that is hospitable and receptive to God’s Word can experience joy and peace and this, combined with the power what works within us, will cause hope to abound. This plan of God is extraordinary and it involves His part and our part!

Paul’s argument brings up some questions: what drives my life? Whose counsel is most influential over my heart? Whose words shape my soul? Whose work do I come under? Whose power and enablement do I lean on? Am I surrendering to the Holy Spirit or have I opted out for a life of commitment? Commitment that substitutes true surrender?

The redemptive work of Christ has obtained many wonderful things, including the reality that God’s children can be the most hopeful human beings the world has ever known. 

How’s your hope these days?

Are you cultivating hope? Does your strategy includes believing what God says and the very presence and work of His Spirit within you? If this is not the case, you may want to consider what kind of hope is really driving your life.

God of Hope, help us to believe you,

Aid us so that we surrender to your Spirit and welcome His work in us.

—Diego Cuartas