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Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Lament


A
lament is defined as a passionate expression of grief. We were given an assignment this week to find an issue that weighs heavy on our hearts (there are so, so many) and write our own lament. I've been going through a book made at the Kona, Hawaii base called A Voice for the Voiceless. It is about gender injustice around the world-- bringing light to the issues and how we can be praying for them to end.
** Note: Something that keeps going over & over in my head is that as we pray, we should also be willing to be the answer to our own prayers. **
So, one of the first issues in the book is AIDS. I've become more passionate about this injustice. If you don't see it as an injustice, let me explain why it most definitely is, at least in other countries. We all probably know by now that AIDS is mainly spread through sexual contact. In Africa, because of their cultural beliefs and the shame (and often ignorance) that comes with this disease, it continues to spread rapidly. There are approximately 12 million orphans in Africa as a result of AIDS. The older generation is quickly dying off while the younger one is still in the dark as to what has been killing off their families and how it can be stopped.

Now, I'm no African, but as I learn more about this I've discovered some reasons that make this such an injustice, particularly for women. In most of Africa, at least rural Africa, there is a cultural practice in which a man with the AIDS virus has sex with a virgin (who is most likely under the age of 18) to "cure" him of the disease. The girl has no say in this. No protection is provided. She gets AIDS.
Even between married couples, sex is something that does not have to be mutual. It is often forced. It is rarely talked about. And for the wives... rarely enjoyed. Faithfulness in marriage is pretty slim. Often this is another access for AIDS to enter a family. When the mother gets it, the children get it. And the disease keeps spreading.

Here's a story to help you understand:

"In a small village in Mozambique, Zorah wakes up early to begin her work; caring for her three children, her aging father-in-law, and harvesting the fields. Since her husband's death a month ago, responsibility has fallen entirely on her. She is tired, but she says nothing, only gathers up a basket of dirty clothes before heading down the riverbank to wash. A doctor who visits the village every week told Zorah that her husband died of AIDS. She didn't know her husband was infected with a virus called HIV when she married him. She didn't know that he knew he was sick. At the time, she was 16 and he was 31. She didn't know he believed that sleeping with a virgin would cure his disease.
She didn't know that using a condom might have protected her from infection, and if she had known, what difference would it have made? She and her husband never talked about sex; he simply demanded it from her. Sometimes he was rough with her and she would bleed. She didn't know that this increased her vulnerability of contracting the disease.
The sun is coming up over the horizon, glinting on the slow moving ripples that mark the river's constant current. Zorah washes a shirt. Her chest hurts, and a dry cough has been troubling her for the past week. This morning she feels feverish and her body is aching. Her husband's illness started out the same way. Within a year he was dead. Zorah wrings out the last shirt as she gazes across the water. She didn't know about AIDS before, but she does now. She knows that it will kill her, too. She knows there is currently no cure. She knows that her family will be left alone. She doesn't know who will care for them.
The tears on her cheeks catch the light of the rising sun. She does not cry for long-- her family is waiting and they are hungry. She picks up the basket of wet clothes and begins the long, slow walk over the dirt road that leads back home."
-- A Voice for the Voiceless

I know this is not a great thing to read about. I know this is not comfortable, it does not make you and me feel good. But this is our reality. And it is a reality that God pleads for us to be aware of and to do something about.
Something that we've talked about in almost every week of lecture is the fact that over 300 verses in the Bible talk about the poor. (Compared to about 4 that refer to the antichrist-- why are so many people obsessed with end times? Just saying.) It seems that in all of our reading, we should get God's perspective and heart for those who are oppressed and rejected from society. Why don't we see this more often? Why haven't I seen this more often? I think it has a lot to do with our culture, and the fact that we've honestly and genuinely gotten lost in our self-improvements and encouraging sermons. Those are not bad, but why have we almost completely forgotten to mention those in need all over the world and that it is our biblical mandate, not suggestion, to do something to help them.
This is long already, and I don't mean to exhaust this subject, but it's been ignored for too long. One scripture study we've done is on James 1:27, "Religion that is pure and undefiled before God the Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their affliction, and to keep oneself unstained from the world." An interesting fact is that in the Greek text, "and" is not present between those two thoughts of caring for orphans and widows & keeping yourself unstained from the world. So if we read it as it should be understood, it would mean this: True worship that the Father accepts is to help the vulnerable TO be unstained. Truthfully, for our worship to be pleasing to God and for our lives to be lived purely and holy, we must serve the poor. All of us.

I would like to tell you that this is easy, but it's not. I wish I could give you a step-by-step list, but I think we all should just ask the Lord what He would have us do. I want to be physically present in their lives-- the literal hands and feet. Maybe you are to be an intercessor, or a financial supporter, or a home that welcomes families in need. There a bagillion things we can do to practically help. Find yours!


Isaiah 58:10
"And if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then your light will rise in the darkness, and your night will become like the noonday."


Sunday, November 14, 2010

Notes: week 6


I'm just now taking the time to compile my thoughts from two weeks ago, our week on Urban Injustice taught by Troy Sherman. It's taken me this long because basically it was the most intense week for me so far. Troy's perspective is really challenging and seriously made me think about how I view life, why I'm here doing this school, and many other things. I'll try to put together bits and pieces that make sense.
Here we go...

  • Why does God seem so distant and silent in the midst of our pain and suffering? Maybe He doesn't know what to do either. He might just sit back and cry harder than we are. Death, suffering, and disease were not part of His creation.
  • Let's let God off the hook: there can be no accusation against Him for what's happening in the world. He Himself came down and paid for what He was never guilty for. There is nothing He hasn't covered.
  • Are you blaming God for anything? Search your heart.
  • Boredom is a luxury!
  • Precepts in both Old and New Testaments can be used to transform nations. Example: burying your waste outside the camp-- this can be taught to communities worldwide who are dying from curable diseases because they use the bathroom anywhere they want.
  • To stop this is difficult. To make an impact is not.
  • Would you like to have an effective prayer life? Be willing to be the answer to your prayers. Or shut up!
  • How could Jesus spend 30 years not doing public ministry and be content? What did He say on the cross? "I've done all You've asked me to do." It's not about doing everything; it's about doing what He has asked you to do today & being satisfied with that.
  • Pay attention to what is most important on God's heart. It is probably what He mentions the most throughout scripture... the poor!
  • Why do you think you need a call from God to help those who suffer? The fact that we have the word "injustice" is enough.
  • 1 Cor. 4:16, You can only lead people as far as you've come yourself.
  • If God gets involved in any issue in the world, He would have to get involved in EVERYTHING. Then the world would be over.
  • There are problems and there are dilemmas. Dilemmas do not have a definite answer. Often we have to choose between bad and worse. (Example: abortion; our belief is to fight against abortion and pass laws to make it illegal. But if you look at crime statistics, about 80% of men in jail who commit crimes are from fatherless homes. Based on statistics, less abortions would equal more crime. What should we do?)
  • Passion about everything results in passion for nothing.
  • Doesn't it seem like the Church is focusing on the wrong thing? Gay marriage, for example. Why are we so passionately fighting against it when our marriages are not even successful? Ouch...
  • Issue of overpopulation: it's been said that the entire world's population can fit in the state of Texas. Is overpopulation the problem? Or is it poor planning and development? Find better solutions, don't just complain.
  • Educate yourself. Watch the news. Become a thinking Christian.
  • Poverty is a circle. Men is squatter camps: not being able to work decreases their masculinity, so rapes increase in the community because the men have no feeling of worth or power in other ways. How can this be fixed? It can be as simple as making soccer fields and teaching them how to play. Just from the introduction of soccer, rapes decreased and the community was improved. Sometimes it's not as complicated as we think!
  • Corruption: we can point the finger and say, "You are the problem," but we need to look at ourselves and ask, "Are we the reason that they are the problem?"
  • "I don't want your money, I want your voice." -Bono; become an advocate. Use what's in your hand.
  • "Yes we can!"

Yeah. That's a lot. I hope it makes sense! I still need to take time and meditate on some of these points. There is definitely a separation between truth and opinion, and it seems like most of that is just an opinion, but I encourage you that if you're offended by something to take it to God. It is possible that we are completely wrong in our thinking. "The world has told us what to think, but has no taught us how to think." In the realm of justice, I'm finding that statement to be more & more true.

Have a great week! This past week was on Human Trafficking and the coming one is Refugees & Immigration. I'll write about that soon enough!
Love to you.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Master vs. Me


Where is the separation
between where I end and where You begin?
Is there any separation at all?
Is it possible...
that parts of me could bring You glory, could please Your heart?
Is it possible that You've always had me in mind
that You delighted in me
before I even chose to love You?

Did you form the part of me
that laughs at funny voices and corny jokes?
What about the part that weeps at harsh words
and is broken for the broken-hearted?
Yeah, that had to be You.

How about the button nose, the curly hair,
the brown eyes?
Was all of this in your mind, God?
Where did the love for Fall-colored leaves
and bright Spring flowers come from?
And the joy of playing with children
and having long conversations with friends...
are all of these from Your heart?

Was it You that put all of this together
and called my name?
Was it You, Jesus?

Because if it was...
this changes everything.
Because if it was...
this means that it's possible.

I can love You.
I can delight in You.
And You can truly delight in Me.

Oh, my God.
I am forever Yours.
Hide me in You
and shine through me.
Because where You begin
is where I begin, too.


I want to thank my dear friend Tasha, who so encouraged me with the simple fact that our God is pleased with how He created us. Even though we stray and entangle ourselves with things that don't matter, He sees our bareness, our potential-- our original design. This is the hope I have, and the reason I treasure people and long for them to know Him: what He can do with us is so much more than anything we could do for ourselves. What He says about us is more meaningful than what anyone else could say to us. And the person He is recreating us to be is more beautiful than who we are striving to be.
I am confident of this:
that I can do nothing outside of Him. But through Him, and in Him, anything is possible.
Despite my inadequacy, my insecurity, my fear... He is God. May I surrender to that truth every single day, humbly following Him, trusting in Him at all times.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010


I'm learning not to lean on my own strength
I'm learning not to hold it all inside
I'm learning to depend on others
and most of all to depend on Christ.
I'm seeing that we truly are a body
that my part is so small
that I am not the carrier of the world's burdens
but I am a part of their healing process.
I'm learning that questions are good
and faith is everything.
I'm learning that it's not about how much I can do--
it's about being obedient to what He tells me to do today.

I'm learning that life is a struggle, and following Christ is living in tension.
I'm also learning that this is the worthiest of all pursuits;
that in the rough and tough, the broken and tattered, the hurt and pain,
my God seems most distant, yet His hope is most real.
And it is this hope that I must hold on to.

I'm learning that I can do it.
I can take it.
I can give it.

Less of my anger, more of His love
less of my control, more of His direction
less of my sympathy, more of His active compassion
less of my fear, more of His confidence
less of my pride, more of His humility

Less of me. More of Jesus.