Author: Amy Medina Page 106 of 235

No One Can Accuse Me of Not Going Through Labor

For two months, our attempt at another adoption has been at a stand still, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

Last week, I found out that there was something I could do, so I seized the day.

I left the house at 10:45 am, after my Swahili lesson.  I got home at 4:45 pm.  That is six hours, in case you are counting.

I traveled approximately 28 miles, round trip.  However, four of those six hours were spent in the car, in traffic.  For 28 miles.  Welcome to Dar es Salaam.

I went to two social welfare offices.  One social worker was incredibly helpful, though considering she had never been given a filing cabinet, had to search for my paperwork through a series of plastic bags.  The other social worker was not very happy to see me, but grudgingly accepted my paperwork.

I got lost on the way home because road construction sent me down streets I was not familiar with.  I accidentally drove down a one-way street…..right next to a police station.  I got a ticket.  They wanted to give me two tickets, but I managed to squeeze out a few tears and they only gave me one.

After all of that, finally, things are moving again.  We still don’t have a final answer as to whether we will be allowed to adopt a fourth child, but at least we’re moving in the right direction.

I’ve never been through actual birth labor.  But this kind of labor has got to count for something, right?

Evil Spirits and Electricity Problems

Imagine that your state is having an energy crisis.  It can’t produce enough electricity to cover the needs of your state, and the energy facilities are old and need to be updated.  As a result, you start having power outages on a regular basis.

Sometimes it’s just a couple hours in a day.  Sometimes it’s 12 hours in a day.   You never know exactly when you will lose power or for how long.

Imagine trying to do business in these conditions.  When there’s no power, not only is there no light in your office building or store or school, but no computer, no cash register, no internet.  The traffic lights don’t work, so traffic snarls and it takes you twice as long to get anywhere.  This goes on for weeks….months.

Oh–and it’s summer.  Temperatures average in the 90’s everyday.  When the power is out, no air conditioning.  No fans.

Then imagine, that in the midst of this, an enormous scandal comes to the surface.  The governor of your state has actually been pilfering the energy budget.  Money that could have gone to producing more energy, or repairing old facilities, has actually gone into his pocket.  To tune of 120 million dollars.

This is a true story.

Just a few days ago, it came out that the Tanzanian Prime Minister (along with a few others) stole $120 million dollars from the energy budget.

Some members of parliament are asking him to resign.  Others actually want him to stick around. Interestingly enough, the exact same thing happened with Tanzania’s previous prime minister, just a few years ago.  He did actually have to resign.  But there’s no indication there was ever a trial.  In fact, it seems he may still be one of the richest men in Tanzania.  So there’s not a lot of hope that justice will be done the second time around.

And yet, life goes on.  We lost power for 12 hours one day last week.  Yesterday, it was off for 9 hours. Yet there is no picketing, no rioting, no public outrage.

In Africa, this is barely a scandal.  It is ordinary life.

Why is this?  Tanzania is one of the poorest countries in the world.  Yet even when something like this happens, the people sadly shrug their shoulders and get on with life.  The power goes off again, and my heart breaks for the shopkeeper whose entire supply of ice cream melts.  The power goes off again, and my heart breaks for the welder who sits idle.  The power goes off again, and my heart breaks for the hard-working carpenter who can’t pay his kids’ school fees. The power goes off again, and millions upon millions of productive hours are lost, all across the country.

And the man responsible simply “resigns” and lives his life in luxury.

Why is this happening?

Worldview.

Ideas have consequences.

In Africa, animism is the predominant worldview.  Even among many who claim to be Christian or Muslim.

Animism is the belief system that the world is governed by capricious, irrational spirit beings.  They are unpredictable and usually mean.  There is no rhyme or reason to what they do.  You cannot control them and there is very little point in trying.

Thus, many Africans believe:

We are poor and will always be poor.

Why try to change it?

There is nothing we can do.

We are trapped in poverty.

Those who are in power–the chiefs, the government officials, even many times the pastors–they are higher in the spiritual hierarchy.  If you mess with them, you mess with the spirits.  If you mess with them, you’re bringing a heck of a lot of trouble on yourself.

Thus,

you don’t question them.

You don’t hold them accountable.

“Animists have fled from the righteous and holy Creator to a multitude of gods who act arbitrarily, on their own inscrutable whims–the perfect models of corrupt power.” (Darrow Miller, Discipling Nations)

Ideas

have

consequences!

This is why Africa does not need more government aid.  This is why Africa does not simply need more wells or more shoes or more schools.

Until the underlying worldview is addressed, there will not be change in Africa.  This is why Africa needs the gospel to penetrate its worldview.

What does biblical Christianity have to offer Africa?

The idea that progress is possible.  Our Creator gave us the earth to subdue and cultivate.  We can control it; it does not control us.  Hard work, creativity, and efficiency can make a difference.

The idea that every man is equal and under the authority of his Creator.  There is no spiritual hierarchy.  We are accountable to God; we will one day give an account for our actions.  Integrity, honesty, and justice are to be cherished and upheld in a God-fearing community.

“Having justice linked to the unchanging nature of a holy God undermines the power structures of animistic society.” (Darrow Miller)

Earlier this year, sociologist Robert Woodberry published his research that throughout the history of nations, the more Christian missionaries have been in a country, the greater the presence of democracy and justice in that country.

Stunningly, a few years ago atheistic journalist Matthew Paris wrote an article titled, “As an atheist, I truly believe Africa needs God.”  He said:

“Christianity, post-Reformation and post-Luther, with its teaching of a direct, personal, two-way link between the individual and God, unmediated by the collective, and unsubordinate to any other human being, smashes straight through the philosophical/spiritual framework [of animism.]”

Of course, though I absolutely believe in the power of God and the Truth of His worldview, Christians themselves can be wretched.  I am not defending everything that’s been done in the name of Christ.  I also believe that just as the animistic worldview in Africa needs to be challenged by biblical truth, so does the secularist worldview in my own country.

But when you consider that two of Tanzania’s prime ministers, back-to-back, steal millions from the energy budget and get away with it, you’ve got to wonder what’s really got to happen for change to take place.

“Those who want Africa to walk tall amid 21st-century global competition must not kid themselves that providing the material means or even the knowhow that accompanies what we call development will make the change.  A whole belief system must first be supplanted.”  (Matthew Paris)

The problem is not poverty.  The problem is not a lack of resources.  The problem is not a lack of education.

The problem is the human heart.  And that, my friends, is changed only through the gospel of Jesus Christ.

24 Hours

Friday, November 22nd, 5:00 pm:  Pumpkin pies came out of the oven.  Sadly, I do not have Costco this year.  I am back to cooking pumpkin pies from this:

This ain’t no mamsy-pamsy carving pumpkin.  This is a PUMPKIN.  You couldn’t carve this pumpkin unless you had a chain saw.  We had to hack the thing open.  Thankfully, it made delicious pies.

Receive a text message from Lauren.  Can you cook two chickens for tomorrow?  Our turkey option fell through so we are just doing chicken. 

I found out later that “the turkey option” was going to cost $126.  Yeah, chicken sounds delicious.

6:00 pm:  We head out to dinner at Verna’s.  Verna is a South African woman who serves Mexican food in her front yard on Friday nights.  In Tanzania.  Yep, this is a crazy world we live in.  On the way to Verna’s, we stop by the butcher and pick up two chickens.  

9:00 pm:  I stick one of the chickens in the crock pot and the other in the fridge.  

Saturday, November 23rd, 8:00 am:  Feed starving children.

Take chicken out of crock pot; pull it apart.  Stick in the other one.  

Make bread dough.  Leave it to rise.  

9:00 am:  Alyssa gets dropped off at my house.  We’re going to the Artisan Market.  Or rather, WE’RE GOING TO THE ARTISAN MARKET!


So this is the thing.  I don’t get to go shopping very often, except for things like fruit and bread and laundry detergent.  Now, I’m not a big shopper in general, but after months go by with no shopping, I get pretty excited when it’s the time of year for the Artisan Market.  It comes around only once a year, when about 85 artisans gather from all over Tanzania to showcase their creativity.  

I told Gil, “I’m going to spend a lot of money today. But since these are all non-profits, it’s practically like I’m giving the money to charity.”  He just rolled his eyes.  

But seriously, friends, look at this stuff.  Wouldn’t you get excited too?

This is what I bought for myself (those are ornaments on the left).  Sadly, I can’t show you the rest of my purchases because Christmas is coming and I can’t keep certain people from reading this post.  

By the way, if you are just totally jealous that I got to shop here, just hop on over to Karamaand find a lot of the same things.  

12:00 pm:  Alyssa and I drag ourselves away from the Artisan Market.  We stopped at a store on the way home because Alyssa needed sage for her stuffing.  

1:30 pm:  I arrive home and jump into a frenzy of frantic activity.  In case you haven’t figured it out, we are celebrating Thanksgiving today.  Yes, I know it’s Saturday the 23rd.  But the last Thursday of the month is only a national holiday in the United States of America.  For the rest of the world, it’s an ordinary work day.  Thus, we celebrate on Saturday.

I turn my risen dough into rolls.  I make a green salad.  I cut up the other chicken.  I make a chocolate mousse pie.  All in an hour and a half.  I am a sweaty mess by the time I am done.  (It’s about 90 degrees here these days).  With Gil’s help, it all gets done.  Yes, it was pushing it to go to the Artisan Market the morning of Thanksgiving, but seriously, how could I have passed up the ARTISAN MARKET?


3:00 pm:  We head to Ben and Lauren’s house for Thanksgiving.  Every year, it’s tradition to celebrate with our Reach Global team.  We are all in different ministries, so we rarely see them other than about once a month, but here, they are family.  Our kids call them Aunt and Uncle and Grandma and Grandpa.  None of us are blood related, and they can’t ever really replace our actual family, but they sure bring us a lot of joy.  

The afternoon is filled with chicken and mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie, running children, and lots and lots of laughter.  Just as Thanksgiving should be.  

9:00 pm:  Stick the kids in the shower; put them to bed.  Head to the kitchen to wash up; put the leftovers in the fridge; put the dishes away.  

Open a cupboard a spot The Cockroach.  

AHA!  This horrible creature has been pooping in my cabinet for the last couple of weeks but has evaded capture.  So now that I have spotted him, war is on.  Gil is out watching a soccer game (we don’t have TV stations so he watches games at a hotel) so it is just Amy vs. The Cockroach.

I spend 15 minutes chasing him all throughout my cupboards, but in the end, I am victorious.  With satisfaction, I watch him writhe in agony to his death.  That’s what you get for pooping in my cupboards.  

I’m sorry to end this post so digustingly. But you want to know my life?  This is my life.  The Good, the Bad, and the Cockroaches.

Everything Good

So we’re new to this Reach Tanzania thing.  You know, the pastoral training program we just joined a few months ago.

But last week, we got to join in the celebration of the completion of the 2014 Certificate Program.  It was one of those days of Everything Good.  When you see God working and you know you are doing what you are supposed to be doing.

And this is what our students (all who are currently serving in church leadership) are saying:

My life is changing.  I came here like I was blind and now I see.  In the area of my marriage, before it was bad, but now I enjoy my marriage.

I learned how to prepare a sermon.  Before I took these courses, I thought that the more Scripture references I used, the more spiritual I was.  But really I was just taking a bunch of luggage and throwing it at my congregation.  I have now learned how to preach and teach.  I came to realize that I can have just one point from the Scripture when I give a sermon.  

Life change as leadership is not the works but the heart.  God does not look at our works but the intentions of our heart.

Reach Tanzania is the place where lives are changed!  These teachings have helped me a lot to arrange my sermons.  I can use stories, I can use questions, and to teach using only one point.  

The teaching that really changed my life is the life of Christ Jesus of Nazareth.  (Gil taught that class!)

From the Life of Christ class, I learned about discipleship.  Discipleship is about leading and teaching someone through example.  

I always wanted to be noticed as a team leader.  I wanted many people in my ministry.  I have learned I can invest my time even for one person who is ready to grow.  



I have learned how to read the Bible.  When I used to read the Bible and I came to a part I didn’t understand, I would just jump to another place, or close the Bible.  But since I came here to learn, I have learned how to read my Bible.

What a blessing to know these faithful men and women!  In January, we start with a new group of students, and we get to start from the beginning this time instead of joining in the middle.  We’ve only just begun….and yet we already get to see the fruit.  God is good.


Soul Earthquake

I love my life, and that’s why I’m terrified to write this.

I really have a great life.  I live in a beautiful country; I have a great husband and kids; I have a regular paycheck and money in the bank.  I have health insurance that will fly me to any place in the world in an emergency.  I love my job; it is fulfilling and exciting.

Sure, you know, there’s ticks and mosquitoes and electricity problems (it’s off as I write this) and I miss my mom and blah blah blah.  But really?  Are those things really that big of a deal?  Have I sacrificed anything for the kingdom of God?  Because actually, I really like my life.  For the most part, I am safe; I am comfortable; I am happy.

The level of terror I feel at the thought of giving it up is the indication of how tightly I am holding onto it all.

“[A Russian pastor] hugged each one of us [his children].  Then he said:  ‘All around the country, the authorities are rounding up followers of Jesus and demanding that they deny their faith.  Sometimes, when they refuse, the authorities will line up whole families and hang them by the neck until they are dead.  I don’t want that to happen to our family, so I am praying that once they put me in prison, they will leave you and your mother alone.  However,‘ and here he paused and made eye contact with us, ‘If I am in prison and I hear that my wife and my children have been hung to death rather than deny Jesus, I will be the most proud man in that prison!’”  

Often, it’s easy to look around us at our organized sidewalks and our life insurance policies and our carpeted church buildings and Christian radio stations and assume that this life is the norm for Christians.  Because for us, it is normal.

“We haven’t made books and movies out of these stories [of persecution] that you have been hearing.  For us, persecution is like the sun coming up in the east.  It happens all the time.  It’s the way things are.  There is nothing unusual or unexpected about it.”  (from Russia)

Our comfortable life is not normal for most Christians in most parts of the world.  It wasn’t normal during the time of the New Testament.  In fact, looking at history, we have to say that both the religious freedom and material comfort of America are actually quite unprecedented.

“After we were out of earshot of that young house-church leader, my host leaned toward me and whispered, ‘He’s going to be someone God can use in a powerful way someday.  But you cannot trust what he says now; he hasn’t been to prison yet.”  (from China)

Sometimes I think, “Surely God wouldn’t let that happen to us.  American Christians aren’t really going to ever be under threat of prison.  Churches aren’t really going to have their buildings confiscated.  We couldn’t possibly ever really lose our jobs because of our faith in Christ.”

Right?

Right?

God wouldn’t let that happen.

And if we can’t trust God to keep that from happening to us, then surely we can trust America itself–the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Right?

“Perhaps the question should not be, ‘Why are others persecuted?’ Perhaps the better question is ‘Why are we not?'”

And yet, it is coming, isn’t it?

For centuries, American Christians have enjoyed the reputation of being honest, moral, good people.  Maybe a little backward, but good people.  We’re losing that, aren’t we?  Bigoted, hateful, narrow-minded–that’s becoming our reputation now.  Granted, some of that is our own fault!  But mostly, it’s because of the gospel.

What about when it gets worse?  What about when people can’t get a job, or lose their jobs, because of their beliefs?  (It’s already starting!)  What about when churches lose their tax exempt status?  And we can’t afford our church buildings?  Or our pastors?  Just this year, Christian groups were kicked off of all 23 University of California campuses.  And the ideas that start in the universities always trickle down to the rest of life.

“Every morning one of the guards would take some of his own human waste and spread it on the piece of toast that he brought to my father to breakfast.”

 It’s not a matter of if anymore, it’s a matter of when.  Will we see imprisonments in America in our lifetime?  In our kids’ lifetime?  I don’t know.  I don’t want to be an alarmist.

But when we read Everyone who wants to live a godly life in Christ Jesus will be persecuted (II Tim. 3:12), shouldn’t that be our expectation?  Shouldn’t we realize that this brief respite of religious freedom in American history has been unusual?

No matter how far it goes in our lifetime, it is certainly worth pondering.

How much am I willing to give up for Christ’s sake?

My reputation?  My career?  My education?  My house?  My children?

We are so used to having our cake and eating it too, that we are in danger of not being willing to sacrifice anything for the kingdom of God.

And let me assure you again:  I am terrified.  I love my life.

Then I read things like this:

“Looking back now, I understand that one of the most accurate ways to detect and measure the activity of God is to note the amount of opposition that is present.  The stronger the persecution, the more significant the spiritual vitality of the believers.”  



Are we ready?

Am I ready?  To sacrifice, to let go, to truly love?

I read this book last week.  One of the endorsers said, “This is not a book.  This is a soul earthquake.”

All of the quotes in this post came from this book.  Yes, an earthquake went through my soul.

I was terrified and furious and indignant.

But I was also energized and triumphant.  I wanted to shout and pump my fists in the air.  If our God is with us, then what can stand against us?  

Bring it on!

Bring it on!  

“One of the house-church leaders actually asked me, ‘Do you know what prison is for us?  It is how we get our theological education.  Prison in China is for us like seminary is for training church leaders in your country.'”



He is worth it!

Jesus is worth it!

“If we spend our lives so afraid of suffering, so averse to sacrifice, that we avoid even the risk of persecution…then we might never discover the true wonder, joy and power of a resurrection faith.”



I grit my teeth and set my sights on things above.  I love my life, but I love Jesus more.

Page 106 of 235

Powered by WordPress & Theme by Anders Norén

Verified by MonsterInsights