The Tech War

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This could be a scary and dangerous topic. Some of you are shutting your ears and walking the opposite direction right now because, as one of the men in our church would comment, I'm about to make your toes quite warm.

Perhaps that is true. But you see, this is more of a testimony than a sermon. Just lately, I went through a season where I was a lot more lax with technology—or more specifically social media—than I had been for awhile. A lot of it was because I was tired, and some was simply for a distraction, but I have learned a lot in the process. 

Number one, it wasn't completely worth it. Although I got some spiritual food out of some of the better channels, I got to a place where I was begging God for more of His Spirit. Mercifully, He showed me the importance of having enough quiet space in my mind for His Spirit to speak.

Second, I have come to see how easy it is to drown things out with whatever social media platform we pick. It's more fun to watch some funny guy make jokes online than to think about the fact that I feel unloved or hold anger towards someone in the deep recesses of my soul. 

A third thing I have discovered is that it is very easy for us as a generation to become lazy spiritual seekers. It's simpler to type a question into Google and find a pat answer from a variety of sources, than to actually take time to sit before God, search His Word, and hear His voice on the matter. The consequences of too much of this will be a generation of confused, anemic Christians who have only the opinions of others to stand upon.

Fourth, what you take in is what you think about. If I watch documentaries on trafficking, guess what my dreams are about! Now in no way am I downplaying that good movies can be beneficial. Neither can we avoid what is true, but I've found it essential to siphon what I put into my mind so that it remains lovely, pure, honest, and of good report. 

I have come to believe that just like many other things in life, social media and the internet is being monopolized by Satan as a subtle and crafty means to attack the Church of Jesus Christ. If he can't get us to believe untruth in outright lies, He'll bring it to us in sugar-coated entertainment. 

Each one must decide for himself, but as soldiers of the Cross of Christ, it is crucial to consider every single area that is open to attack. Even the strongest soldiers die in battle if they aren't alert and are missing some pieces of armour. 

Am I perfect? Absolutely not. I don’t have all the answers or have it altogether. As I told my students recently, I fight the war every day too. But perhaps this is an issue we need to start facing. Not in shame, not in fear, but in honesty and courage. Together.

A Life of Purpose

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Many people tend to wander through life aimlessly, taking each day as it comes and letting things happen as they will. Others fly through it like a tornado, trying to find excitement in each moment before that grave day when their breath falls silent. And the question begs to be answered... What is our purpose? It breaks my heart when I observe people who have no passion for living. They simply exist. They breathe and take up space in life because that is all that they know how to do. They live the life of least resistance, blending in to the surrounding vibes with little thought of what matters or is true. They've never entertained the thought that they could make a difference in life and so they don't even try. Life is simply a set of events that happen as they will and need to be survived.

Then there are people who take life by the handles and make it work for them. They are the investors, the planners, the get-it-done-on-timers; always responsible, always volunteering, always making a difference. And yet catastrophe hits even them, and they are forced to ask, "What is life really about? Is success guaranteed by promotions, good job interviews, raising a large family, making a lot of money, or staying on good terms with the people around you?"

This past Thursday morning, we skimmed through the book of Acts during our school assembly devotions. We looked for places where the Apostles displayed a life of zeal and courage, and the instances were many. I asked my students, what made the disciples do those things? What made them risk their lives like that? One student replied, "Because of Jesus." And I have to agree. They had been given much and they were willing to give much in return. 

I am convinced that in order to live life well, one must have a vision, and, I think it's safe to say, that the higher the vision, the deeper the dedication. Everyone wants to be part of something important in life. Nobody really wants to reach the end of their life and realize it was wasted. Unfortunately, too many people wait until it's too late to begin living a life worthwhile. As our Saviour Himself stated, "Life is more than food and clothing." It was obvious in the way He lived. 

Were all the things He did grand and glorious? Were all the things He did oustanding? I would venture to say it depends on what scale of measurement you use. You see, He spoke. He cried. He gave. He blessed. He burned with righteous anger. He healed. He listened, and loved in the small moments as well as the great. And then He died the most influential death on the planet. Whether small or great, every single thing He accompished was done for a purpose.

So, perhaps if you feel unfulfilled and unsure of what life is about, you ought to ask Him. He seems to have had a vision higher than any human I have ever met. The interesting thing is, that He is able to pass it on and his followers seem to end up in the same life of zeal and self-sacrifice that he did. Just ask Him. I think He'll have a pretty good answer for you. 

For The Child Who Survived

There's a saying that states, "If you treat everyone like they're hurting, you're right 99% of the time." I've been doing a lot of thinking, and processing lately, and this post is for those who were never heard, those who were unloved, those who were hurt, and those who remained deeply scarred. The following scenarios contain a mixture of fiction and nonfiction. If any of them resonate with you, just remember God loves and cares deeply. 

I was the one who shrivelled inside because I was never good enough. I wanted to please you Daddy, but somehow I could never reach the target. The chores weren't done right. I should've been able to play baseball like my brother, and I was never as good at things as you were when you were young. 

I'm sorry, Daddy. Really, I am. I keep hoping that one day I'll be the son you always wanted.

 

I was the one who stood up tall and took care of my Mommy when she couldn't take care of me. Outside I was strong. Everyone told me so. When Mommy became a crying mess, I calmed her down and then held my siblings, so they would feel safe. I turned 16 and took her to psychiatrist appointments. I talked to the doctors and helped her with meds. Sometimes I was tired, but I kept doing my job.

Maybe someday I'll get to be a kid again, but not for now.

 

I was the middle child, the forgotten one. It seemed my older brother got everything. He got to ride a bike first, and I got the hand-me-downs. He got to help Daddy fix the shed roof, but I had to pick up nails from the ground. Sometimes I wondered if Mommy and Daddy really loved me. Daddy was happy when my oldest brother turned 11 and could drive the tractor. But when I turned 11, he said I was too young and so my oldest brother just kept doing it. Daddy said I'd probably hit a fence post anyway.

Maybe someday I'll do something great in life, but I doubt I really matter anyway.

I was the one who wasn't normal. I would have loved to run and jump like everyone else on the playground, but cerebral palsy kept me stuck in my chair. Mom and Dad said I was special, so I tried to smile at everybody, but some days I just wanted to be like the others so badly. Why couldn't I do high jump and play King's Base? The other day I said I wanted to get my license, but Mom just got a weird look on her face. Whatever that was all about. 

I just wish I could be like everyone else.

 

I was the one who protected everyone. I don't know what you had against Mom, Dad, but somehow it made me spitting mad when you'd criticize and yell at her. Is there no way we can be good enough? I hate the fact that we have to look good in public and pretend everything is fine. Maybe one day I can forgive you, but at this rate, I'm afraid I'll turn out right like you. 

But then, I never was much of anybody anyway.

 

I was the one who starved myself. When Mom and Dad went through a divorce, I lost it. I remember the screaming and yelling, and the nights I hid under the covers, pinching the fat on my body. I hated it. If I would just be good enough, surely all this ugliness would go away. I lifted weights and jogged for miles. I avoided sugars and limited fats, and then... I almost died. The nurses told me I had anorexia and made me eat a lot of that gross fattening food.

I still hate myself. If I'd just be a better daughter, they'd surely get back together.

I was the one who was adopted. I love my new mom and dad but it hurts that someone didn't want me. I wonder where my real mom is anyway. I must've been some horrible person for her just to pitch me like that. Who disowns their own kid anyway? People tease me at school too. 

I wonder what's wrong with me? I should never have been born. 

 

And somewhere you have a story. The one that eats at your insides and keeps begging for attention. Some children grow up with love and protection; others do not. Life is difficult, and people let us down. The list of stories above could have gone on for a long long time. I've heard enough people's heartbreak, and had enough of my own to know that there is a vast variety of stories that people carry. 

This weekend I came across the shortest verse in the Bible, John 11:35 - Jesus wept. I looked at it and was flooded with the overwhelming compassion and love that Jesus has for all of us. He doesn't always provide easy and quick answers to our situations. (Many of our whys may never be answered on this side of eternity.) But I do know that He is the One that has come to sit with us in our pain. He is the One that binds up the broken-hearted and brings sight to blind eyes. He delivers captives and brings freedom to the oppressed. There is no situation too hard or too deep for His love. Sometimes it takes years to truly heal, but He will do it in His timing and His way. Trust Him. ❤️

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He Loves You...

Herod, the desperate ruler of Judea, privately called the wisemen to a meeting in that well-known year that scholars believe was around 4 B.C. Apparently a child had been born who was threatening his royal position, and he was going to make sure that no itty bitty boy would usurp his spot as king. He gave the wisemen this order. "Go to Bethlehem and search carefully for the child, and when you find him, let me know, so that I too may go and worship Him." Matthew 2:8

Go and worship him too? These words caught my attention and my brain shot out onto a thought path. How many people today also say they want to worship Him, but it's simply to please other people or to try to make themselves feel good? How many people say all the right words, but their hearts aren't in it? How many people attend church and look perfect on the outside but inside they are like caves of dead bones, to quote John the Baptist. 

A week ago yesterday, we had our Christmas Program at school. As teachers we put a lot of thought into how and why we select the words and songs we do, but this year my brain felt like a blank sheet of paper. Absolutely clueless. As I stood before the group of students one morning before practise, I told them the story. I proceeded to explain how I had been completely blank when it came to ideas for a program, and how typically I have at least a clue what it will be about in the summer or at least when school starts. But this year, the well was dry. I related how I had told one of my coteachers that I guess God knows my brain has enough to handle right now and will give the ideas when it's time. And so it came to pass on Monday or Tuesday of the week I took a break to rest my weary body, that I spoke to God and said, "Well Lord, maybe it's time for some program ideas." And just like that, as faithfully as He always does, He put the theme into my mind. Within a few hours, the entire program, minus a couple songs and some editing, was in order. 

Now you may smile and say, "Well, you finally had time to think, or it was just your imagination." Indeed, both of those were tools in the process, but over several years of teaching, I have come to know a God who understands and uses us in our weakness. He delights to fill us with His Spirit and give us guidance, inspiration, and passion if we will only yield our broken and empty vessels to Him.

As I thought about Herod's method of worshipping, I pictured him atop his jewelled throne, looking down at this tiny baby from his prestigious position, or at best, arriving at the place where Christ and his parents lived with a grand carriage, lots of servants, and quite probably a lot of honour and show directed at himself. Next, I pictured the wisemen, bowing with their faces to the ground, humbly prostrating themselves before a baby King. Completely surrendered and offering what they had to give. 

And I wondered about the kind of worshippers we are today. I believe there are those who want the glory for themselves. It is easy to fall into this selfish human trap of doing good deeds, and organizing charitable pursuits, all for the praise. They may ask God for selfish things and serve Him for what they can get out of it. Of course, when hardships come, they will be forced to make a choice, and find it quite easy to walk away from a God who no longer serves their selfish purpose. In the process, these people competely miss their true need for salvation.

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But then there are those who are broken. Humble and contrite, with eyes wide open to their desperate need for salvation and love. They come to the throne, confident that they will be heard because of the mercy of the God they have come to know. 

They are the type that break bottles of perfume and pour it on the Saviour's feet. They sing songs of worship simply because they are grateful deep down inside. The smile because they know they are loved and redeemed. 

I ended my story to my students, and looked at them. They stood their listening attentively as I spoke, "You know. You can do this entire program. You can sing the songs well and recite your part perfectly, but if you miss the point that He loves you, you've missed it all. He came for you. He died for you. He was mocked, beaten, spit on, and tortured just for you.

And so it is. He loves you. Nothing you can ever do, will change the fact that He died for you. Your worst sins, your ugliest pride, and your blindest selfishness, cannot get rid of His deep love. He's looking at you. He wants you. 

What will you do about it?

The Deborah's of Today

It was at the "Conference of Cults" in 1945, that a young couple, Richard and Sabina Wurmbrand, sat listening as one by one, various church leaders rose to express their allegiance to Hitler and his communistic party. Not a single one spoke out against the untruth of the Nazi regime. 

As the meeting continued and many other believers sat there afraid to speak up, Sabina turned to her husband and said, "Stand up and wash away this shame from the face of Christ! They are spitting in His face!" To which Richard replied, "If I do, you will lose your husband."

Her response was swift and sure. "I don't wish to have a coward as a husband." 

With that, he turned, walked up to the podium, spoke against communism, and declared Christ as Lord. As a result, some other church leaders also spoke up with courage.

I wonder how many of us as women today would have responded like Sabina in that situation. I believe the temptation to dissolve into a puddle of tears and beg Richard not to go up to the podium would have been very strong. I also wonder how Richard would have responded had Sabina become a crying mess. Would he have ignored her or taken her in his arms and missed the call of God. Sabina had the clear choice to encourage or discourage her husband, and ultimately to love herself or God. 

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    As women, one of our most important callings is to        encourage and support the men in our lives, be that 

    husbands, teenage sons, brothers, etc. My question        is, do we help them be more or less? When we      

    respond to them with negativity and fear, we pull 

    them down instead of building them up. A true 

    woman of God must be wholly surrendered and walk 

    in faith in order to build instead of destroy. If we 

    follow our selfish inclinations to maintain our own 

    safety, we can effectively dampen the impact our 

    leaders can have. 

    I have observed many women in my lifetime and have 

    seen some interesting habits. There are women who 

    take God at his word and stand behind their men 

    encouraging them to walk boldly. These faithful 

    saints effectively help their husbands and sons be all 

    that God has called them to be. Then I have observed 

    women who fret constantly and are often second-guessing their husband's ability or choices. These unfortunate men must either tune out their wife's negative tone or succumb to being manipulated into living a life that is far from the courageous one they were called to. 

I believe that it is very important that we as women train ourselves to walk in trust. If we want courageous men and leaders, it is very important that we walk in courage too. Let our voices be the ones that support men in spiritual battle and standing for truth. Let our deeds be the ones that enable them to fulfill their life's callings. Let our attitudes be the ones that remind them that they are capable with God's help. Let our surrendered hearts set them free to go wholly forward. 

We are the church of today. The battle is hot and we need warriors who will rise to the challenge. As women we have the power to encourage or discourage. We can choose to pray heaven's power down upon those we love or walk in discouraged defeat. We can choose whether to look at our difficulties or God's possibilities. 

You, my dear friend, are called. You are called to be a daughter of the Most High King. You are called to to fill the unique roll of a woman in whatever circumstance God has put you. Whether a grandmother, mother, teacher, youth girl, or auntie. You are called. ❤️ 

* Read more of Richard and Sabina's story at lifeonthealtar.com

What If You Wouldn't Be Afraid?

This morning I listened to a podcast on Anabaptist Perspectives in which John Ghanim shares his story of leaving his life as a Muslim in Yemen and becoming an all-out Jesus follower. You can listen to it here if you wish: https://open.spotify.com/episode

What is fascinating to me, is how this podcast was shared with me at this certain time. You see, I have already been thinking about fear over the last few week. To the point that, a week or so ago, I posted a sticky note on my prayer wall with the words "Break the Bondage of Fear" inscribed on it. 

Of course, when we pray prayers like that, God begins to answer. And answer He has; in multiple tiny ways. I won't forget the time that I held back from witnessing to a clearly unsaved man because I thought the person beside me should have the chance to lead out. When I got home, God clearly reprimanded me and said, "Never again do you wait for someone else to make a move. You must be willing to go first." So I died to the notion of trying to please others before my Saviour. 

And as He keeps working, I am beginning to wonder...

What if we would begin to measure our lives by His Word instead if others' opinions? What if we would dare share our thoughts and ideas for the furtherance of God's kingdom, without fearing criticism? What if we would embrace other people's new ideas with openness and humility, rather than shutting them down in fear of where the new path might lead? What if we would use the talents God has given us for His glory, instead of fearing failure and humiliation? What if we loved people so much that we would set aside any fear of persecution in order to bring them to Jesus Christ? What if we would be so convinced of God's calling on our lives, that other people's misunderstandings wouldn't hinder us? What if we would love Jesus so wholeheartedly that we would surrender our entire lives and any self-preservation to Him? 

I wonder what would happen in our lives... I wonder what would happen in our churches... I wonder what would happen to this world...

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Fly High!

We all have people in our lives who get to us at times, circumstances that are difficult, or frustrating bloopers. Each and every time, we have a choice: Fall or rise, optimist or pessimist, hope or discouragement, truth or lies. 

I was reminded of this as I spoke with a friend recently. What do we do when people see differently than we do and criticize us? What do we do, when there are hopeless situations that we can't change? What about the problems that look like they'll never budge? What do we do?

I've thought about this numerous times over the last week as I lay on the couch, and I've run to the Bible for answers when my hands came up empty. Jesus made it very clear to me that humility and love are key. There is absolutely no space for self on the road to glory. 

And oh, the absolute joy that comes when we pick the high road. Let me explain. If God has authorized you to walk a certain path and someone else criticizes you out of jealousy or misunderstanding, simply fix Your eyes on Jesus and keep walking. Let the rest fall. He has a destination in mind for you. If you're in the middle of pain or discouragement, do the same. God has it all figured out and you can trust Him. Keep walking with your gaze forward.

Too often, we let small things get us down: someone's opinion, a smashed plate, gossip, someone's late arrival, or our own shortcomings. Really and truly, these are tiny details in the grand picture of life. Don't let them steal your purpose or focus. You must rise on the wings of faith. Rise in prayer and praise. Rise by trusting your Creator and Saviour. He will come through and you will be able to fly above all the difficulties that Satan would love to trip you with. Fly high my friend. Your destination is heaven.