Finding Truth

Millenials Leaving Church in Droves, Study Finds.  This is the big news circulating this week.  In reality, it’s not that concerning since it’s really just a decline in cultural Christians, not committed followers of Christ.

However, the inability of Christians to pass on their faith to their children is a concern.  Increasingly, university students are not taught critical thinking in their classes, they are indoctrinated into a religion of secularism in the name of “tolerance.”  Yet our churches, and often even our Christian high schools, are simply not preparing students for the real-world onslaught of secular ideas.

The article above states:  “Christianity in the United States hasn’t done a good job of engaging serious Christian reflection with young people, in ways that would be relevant to their lives.”  After spending 13 years in ministry with high school and college students, I absolutely agree. True, disturbing, and yet inspiring.  Let’s change that.

So I’m writing today with a plea to every Christian parent.  If you want your child to take their faith past high school and college, if you want them to really be able to impact culture, if you want them to not just know and love the gospel, but have a confidence in the gospel, then you must train them in worldview analysis.  

If I was talking to you right now, I would probably be getting way too loud and way too passionate, and Gil would gently remind me that I’m sitting right next to you and I can talk in a normal voice.

Oh, my friends.  I have sat with so many college students in my living room, who are attending some of the best universities in America, and had long talks with them about the intellectual challenges they are facing in their classrooms.  The war is on in our culture, and the pawns are our children.  Yes, the gospel is what saves them.   But they must have the tools–they must have the confidence–to know why it is true.  Why Christianity is superior any other philosophy.  Why they don’t need to be ashamed of what they believe.  How they can learn to ask the right questions which will disarm any secular philosophy–even in their college classrooms.

My point today is to make a passionate plea for every Christian parent to read this book.

Finding Truth:  5 Principles for Unmasking Atheism, Secularism, and Other God Substitutes

Nancy Pearcey is my all-time favorite author.  Her first book, Total Truth, is by far the most influential book I have ever read.  It’s still my favorite, but Finding Truth is shorter and more practical, so it’s a really good place to start.

This book is not an easy read, but it is utterly fascinating.  Nancy Pearcey has an amazing way of taking complex topics and bringing them down to a level that even a non-academic person can understand.  Worldview and philosophy are not light subjects.  However, understanding them is absolutely essential to giving our kids teeth to their faith and giving them the chance to really impact our culture. 

This is not an apologetics book for Christianity.  This is a book that trains the reader how to think–how to analyze any concept, take it back to its origins, and determine its truthfulness.

If you do not start with God, you must start somewhere else.  You must propose something else as the ultimate, eternal, uncreated reality that is the cause and source of everything else.  The important question is not which starting points are religious or secular, but which claims stand up to testing. (Nancy Pearcey)

I would love for every young person to read and digest this book before college.  But if that’s just not going to happen, then every parent needs to read it and teach these things to their kids.  The concepts in this book, once learned, apply to everyday life–movies, books, newspaper headlines, cultural trends.  The possibilities are endless for teaching kids to learn to think both philosophically and biblically–which really go hand-in-hand.

Will you join with me in this quest?  Read it and tell me what you think!

24 Hours (A Day in My Life): A Messed Up Knee and Legendary Traffic

Wednesday, May 13

8:30 pm:  Gil is home from playing basketball, and limping and wincing.  “I think I really messed up my knee,” he tells me.  “I’ll need to go to the doctor tomorrow if it’s not feeling better.”  I know he’s serious because he almost never voluntarily wants to go to the doctor.

Thursday, May 14

6:15 am:  I am up and getting the kids ready for school.  Gil tells me that we will indeed need to see the doctor today.  It’s his right knee that is injured, so I will need to drive.

7:30 am:  I get the kids off to school, and go to my mom’s prayer group.  I cancel my Swahili lesson and our meetings with our team leader.

9:30 am:  We have stalled going to the clinic, hoping to avoid rush hour traffic.  We’ve had two weeks of solid rain, significantly damaging many roads.  We’ve been avoiding going to town lately, because we heard that the already bad traffic become atrocious.  But since it’s not raining today, and we avoided rush hour, we are hoping it won’t be too bad.

The clinic is 9 miles away.

11:15 am:  We arrive at the clinic.  Obviously, our hopes were dashed for a decent traffic day.  One hour and 45 minutes for 9 miles.  That’s bad even for Dar es Salaam.

We wait at the clinic.

12:45 pm:  Gil finally sees a doctor, who gives him crutches, and also a referral for an MRI at a hospital.  We grab some lunch and head over to the hospital.

We wait at the hospital.  I make a few phone calls to make sure our kids will be picked up from school and taken care of.  My friend Alyssa saves the day.  I love her.

3:00 pm:  Gil gets his MRI.  The doctor checks it out and wants to order an x-ray as well.  However, the x-ray machine is broken and won’t be ready for another hour.  We decide it is better to wait rather than trying this journey again tomorrow.

5:00 pm:  Gil gets his x-ray.

5:17 pm:  We are on the road to go home.  We have 10 miles to drive from the hospital to our house.

9:00 pm:  We arrive home.  That’s 10 miles in 3 hours and 45 minutes, in case you don’t want to do the math.

Conclusions:

1)  I can’t even describe the traffic here.  It’s not traffic, it’s TRAFFIC.  Yes, I’ve lived in Los Angeles.  This is nothing like that.  In Dar es Salaam, at peak traffic times, people make four lanes–or five, or six–out of two.  People drive on the side walks.  No one pays attention to stop lights.  Cars are going everywhere.  After driving 6 hours yesterday, I am utterly exhausted.

2)  We’ll get the results for Gil’s knee on Saturday.  Praying he doesn’t need surgery, or if he does, that it can be done here.  Although, if he does have to fly to South Africa for surgery, it might actually take less time to travel there than driving to the hospital in Dar es Salaam.

3)  We are now in the market for a helicopter.  Anyone got a used one lying around?

37 minutes…..HA HA HA.

Longing for a Better Country…..guest posting over at “A Life Overseas!”

This is a pretty exciting day for me!  I finally got brave enough to submit some of my writing to a missions blog I follow….and today, I am guest posting!  

Follow this link over to “A Life Overseas” to read my post, a memoir of loss in Africa.  

I never got to say good-bye, either to the country or the people I loved.  Liberia haunts my dreams; it remains an unfinished part of my life to this day.

Dear Birthmother

My children are mine, no doubt about it.  Legally, emotionally, forever and always, through late-night fears and throw-up on the floor, first toddling steps, fingerprints on the walls, bright scrawled drawings on my refrigerator.

They grin at me and yell “Mommy!” when the tooth comes out.

They look to me and whine, “Mommy…………” when life is unfair.

They cling to me and whisper, “Mommy” when the doctor comes at them with a needle.

I am Mommy.  But you are too.

There is a part of them that is yours, and always will be.  I look for you sometimes, in their faces, in their movements, in their reactions.  I wonder if you have the same shoulder dimples, if you have the same almond-shaped eyes, if you have that slight frame.

One of you gave your life bearing my child.  Tragedy. Sorrow.  So unnecessary, because if you had given birth in another country, you would never have died.

I think about that day, when my child was taking her first breath, and hours later, you were taking your last.  Did you get to hold her?  Did her fingers curl around yours?  Did you get to comprehend, at least for a few minutes, the beautiful miracle you brought into the world?  Or did fear and pain overwhelm it all?

And the other two, you who held my child for nine months.  You felt her kick against you.  You watched your belly grow large with him.  A miracle, a life, a breathing, feeling, child in the image of God, growing inside you, yet you felt only

despair.

What caused your hopelessness?  Was it the lack of love in your life?  Were you afraid of losing your only chance at an education?  Was it rejection by your own mother, your empty purse, a broken heart?

I wish I had known you.  I wish I could have come alongside of you and given you hope, and helped you realize that there could be another way, that this child who was knit inside of you for nine months could have always been yours.

If I met you today, I would collapse at your feet and thank you.  The child you bore made me a Mommy.  The child you bore has overflowed my cup.  The child you bore is beautiful and intelligent and loving and full of hope.

I wish you could see her.  I wish you could see him.  I wish you could see me.  I wish we could help you fill the holes in your heart.  I wish for hope for you.  And Redemption.

Your sorrow meant my joy.  Your loss was my gain.  I am sad that you will never know.

Dear Birthmother, you have given me an indescribable gift.  I am forever indebted to you.

Truth on the No Good, Very Bad Days

The day started when one of my kids woke me up a half hour before my alarm.  “My bed is all wet,” the child mourned.

And that was just the beginning.

“Mom!  I spilled my smoothie all over myself.”

“Mom!  Look out the window!  Leo chewed up another patio chair!”  Leo is the dog we recently acquired.  He happens to be the Most Obnoxious Dog on Earth.

“Mom! Daddy says he has a migraine.”

Of course, all of these things were also happening in semi-darkness, since we’re having electricity issues (again) and currently none of our overhead lights are working.

“Grace, go get the fan from your room so that we can try to dry the laundry from yesterday.”  “Mom!  The top of the fan broke off!”  Of course it did.

That was all before 7:15…which is also when I remembered that we had a flat tire, which we had not changed because yesterday it was pouring rain.

The kids were 45 minutes late to school.

I’m with Alexander; I want to move to Australia.

It doesn’t help that this comes during a time when I am battling discouragement.  Ministry isn’t going as well as we had hoped; things are hard; we don’t feel good at this; we feel out of our league.  I have been anxious and emotional.

Then this morning I read, Truth affects our emotions when it is believed.

Yes.  What is the Truth I need to believe today?

His grace is sufficient.  Give thanks in all circumstances.  Cast all your anxiety on him, because he cares for you.  In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.*

Some will say, “Well, that doesn’t work for me.  When I hear truth, it doesn’t have an emotional effect on me.  It doesn’t take away my anxiety”…..If the Bible’s arguments are not having an effect on you, it’s because you have little faith in what it says.  Faith is massively important here.  We must trust.  We must believe what Jesus says.  (John Piper)

If the Bible doesn’t apply to days like today, then it doesn’t apply at all.

Here’s to believing.

* (2 Cor. 2:9, I Thes. 5:18, I Peter 5:7, Prov. 3:6)

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