Courage Over Niceness

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On January 15, 2013

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When my kids grow up, if the best that people can say about them is that they are really, really nice, I will be sorely disappointed. 

Yeah, okay, so I’ll be relieved that they didn’t choose a life of drugs; I’ll be glad if Josiah actually avoids a criminal record, and it would be nice to know that they are hard-working, productive citizens. 

But only sort of. 

Because a person can be really, really nice and be a hard-working, productive citizen, and still live an absolutely meaningless life. 

My dream for my kids is that they will live a crazy, bold, risk-taking, culture-changing, selfless lives…for Jesus Christ. 

I pray that they won’t be afraid to sneak into a country that is closed to Christians.  I pray that they will be willing to risk their lives for the gospel.  That they will rather go to prison than compromise what they believe.  I pray that they will desire to get dirty, sacrifice comfort, and love the glory of God more than the praise of men. 

I pray this for HOPAC students too.  And it’s a tall order, I know.  Not exactly something I can control in the lives of our students, or even my own kids.  Really, it’s up to the Holy Spirit to light that fire.  But I can certainly pack in the kindling.

Which is why I am teaching Voice of the Martyr’s Kids of Courage Curriculum in elementary chapel this semester. 

 

 

It’s written for a VBS, but it’s easily adaptable for other settings.  It focuses on five countries where Christians are persecuted, written on a kid’s level.  Yesterday morning, I taught on North Korea.  In later weeks, I will go through Nigeria, India, China, and Egypt. 

 

It’s not pretty to teach kids about suffering around the world.  Not all the stories have happy endings, and they are full of hunger, pain, and lostness.  But strength, perseverance, courage, and of course, joy, permeate the lives of these believers.  And that’s what I want for my kids.

 

Tanzania recently turned up as #24 on the list of countries with the most Christian persecution.  America is not on that list, but yet, it’s pretty obvious that’s where we are headed.   Lines are being drawn in the sand.  Are our kids strong enough to stand their ground?

 

 

Comprehensive

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On January 13, 2013

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Response #1:  Laughter

Quick, Gil, get out your phone and take a picture! 

Do you think the police will accept this reasoning as legitimate when they pull this guy over?

 

Response #2:  Frustration

When will Tanzanians stop seeing Jesus as a good luck charm?  As a talisman that will protect them or give them what they want?  As just another spirit to appease?

 

Response #3:  Rethinking

As much as they’ve got it wrong, so do I.  At least their worldview is comprehensive; at least they automatically integrate the spiritual with the secular.

How often do I trust my insurance over my Jesus? 

 

The Many Faces of Lily

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On January 7, 2013

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3 years, 11 months

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All I Want for Christmas is Cold

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On January 5, 2013

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There have been many times in Dar es Salaam when I have felt something crawling on my stomach.  In alarm, I yank up my shirt, only to find the culprit was a large stream of sweat. 

On December 26th, I packed for our annual week up in the mountains.  I sat in the kids’ room on the floor, surrounded by stacks of clothes.  I was not running a marathon; I was not sitting on a sunny beach; I was not working out in a gym.  I was simply sitting on the floor, moving clothes around, under a ceiling fan.  And I was covered in sweat. 

So you can see why this annual trip is so important to us.  We drive 7 hours, up into the Usambara Mountains of Tanzania.  There’s no historic buildings to see; there’s no family-friendly restaurants with playgrounds to visit; there’s not even any big safari animals or ocean reefs to snorkel on.

There’s just cold.  And really, that’s all we want.  We go with friends, we enjoy the mountain flowers and trees, we play lots of games and have lots of really great conversations.  But mostly, we put on our hoodies and our socks and we sit around in the 60 degree weather and talk about how cold we are.  It’s delicious. 

I think the highlight of the week for the kids was that I actually allowed them to wear pajamas to bed. 

 

This is what the girls did:  Sit around for hours after breakfast, talking.

 

 

 

This is what the boys did:  Play games all day, every day.

 

 

 

Our mission prayer group/Bible study group…..and really, our family away from home.  So, so thankful for these guys.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Making Merry

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On December 30, 2012

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Since it’s almost impossible to buy decent gifts for the kids here, Christmas presents usually arrive via big yellow envelopes.  These particular ones were from our friends at FCC. 

Thank you to everyone who blesses us at Christmas!

 

 

Annual gingerbread house decorating with Caleb and Imani. 

My houses did not collapse this year, so I am improving.  However, as I was wrestling with these ridiculous contraptions, I declared rather loudly to anyone who would listen,

Next year I am buying a kit! 

 

 

 

Making glorious messes has always got to be a part of Christmas.

Skyping in the relatives.

Next year there will be no Skyping!

 

 More glorious messes:  Christmas morning.

And the benefit to hosting 14 additional people on Christmas afternoon?  It all gets cleaned up, lickety split. 

So Gil convinced his mom to purchase a zip line for the kids for Christmas.  (I don’t think, actually, that Grandma realized that this particular gift means that her grandchildren will be whizzing across our yard at tremendous speeds and almost crashing into trees…with no helmet.)

 

Thanks to Grandma for purchasing it;

Carley’s family for carting it over here;

and Tony and Devin for their help in putting it up.

 

 

 

It was a whiz-bang Christmas.

 

 

 

It was also a Claimjumper Christmas. 

 

It all started with the meat. 

My friends Alyssa and Lauren and I went to a day-long women’s retreat in November.  A gift was given to each woman who attended:  a recipe and little bag of spices to make Claimjumper’s Corned Beef.

 

We decided right then and there that we would make the beef for Christmas.  AND that therefore, we needed an entire Claimjumper’s Christmas.  Logical conclusion, don’t you think?

 

So we scoured the internet for recipes.  And oh my.  I have amazing friends. 

 

Bacon wrapped shrimp, citrus salad, Thai salad, BBQ salad, mozzarella cheese sticks, cheese-potato cakes, twice-baked potatoes with chicken.  And corned beef.  We should open our own Claimjumpers. 

 

Yes, those are Hershey’s kiss cookies, made from kisses that have been at the bottom of my freezer since August.  However, they are not very well suited to Tanzania, since they could only be out of the freezer for about 10 minutes before they turned into Hershey’s kiss puddles.  But that’s okay, 10 minutes is enough! 

 

And of course, it would not be a Claimjumper’s Christmas without

The Motherlode. 

Except mine was only 5 layers, instead of 6.  I couldn’t fit six under my cake container. 

 

Heri ya Krismas! 

 

Next year….next year.  Next year I will be home for Christmas!

But wait.  This is home too.  And I will miss it.

 

Be still, my divided heart. 

 

 

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