Saturday, September 29, 2012

It's the Becoming


It's the actually doing the thing you say you're going to do. 


It's the saying yes when God says to do the thing you swore you'd never do. 


It's the realizing you could never do it on your own. 


 


It's the waking before the sun, before the noise, before the goings on of the day just to get a glimpse of the Father.


 




 


It's the praying for someone else what you desperately want for yourself. 


 


It's the daily walking to the ministry for which you haven't been gifted, prepared, or excited. 


It's the praying for strength for every single one of those days. 


It's the knowing that strength will come. 


 


It's the deciding to hold and love on a diaperless baby.


 




 


It's the climbing a million stone steps, moving a million concrete blocks, preaching a million unexpected sermons, with joy instead of grumbling.

It's the washing of the feet of the destitute. 


 


It's the preferring your teammate, contact, or a complete stranger when you think it's ridiculous. 


 


It's the exchanging of emails with a stranger so you can continue having  conversations about the eternal.  


 


It's the mourning over the children you have to leave behind after calling them your own for three weeks. 


It's the acknowledging that they were never yours to begin with. 


 




 



It's the believing that God is still good when He doesn't do what you think is right.

It's the speaking out life over other people. 


It's the receiving those words of life that were spoken over you. 


 


It's the letting go, the moving on, the extending of grace when they are words of death instead.


It's the believing that healing, redemption, and restoration are on the other side. 


It's the getting there because you let Him carry you. 


 


It's the sharing of mine for the sake of ours


 


It's the determining to be vulnerable.


It's the knowing. 


It's the being known. 


 


It's the walking with authority because you know you're loved. 


 




 


It's the deciding to make the hard choice, break the pattern, let go of things that are good for the things that are great. 


 


It's the longing just to hear His voice. 


It's the learning how to listen. 


 


It's the fixing of your eyes on Jesus.


It's the asking Him to purify your heart so you can see. 


 


It's the giving up of the control you never had. 


It's the walking in freedom when you don't even know where you're going. 


It's the trusting that He knows. And He has you.


 





Saturday, September 22, 2012

I Can See Everest from My House

We are in Nepal.
You can just leave me here.  
Really.
I love it.

The work.





The scenery.






 

The people.










We spend our brief hours of official ministry time hanging out with 18 students at a Bible school in Kathmandu, which was started in 2007 by our contact, Reuben Rai.  Our assignment?  To teach them basic computer skills.  Session topics on the list included blogging, photo and video editing, everything Microsoft Office, and "How to Tweet."  We never got around to the last one, which was kind of a bummer, but I did help two of our students set up their very own blogs!  Feel free to check them out, leave some comments...  Encourage them to post more than one...



Students come to this school from all over Nepal with their Bibles, notebooks, clothes, and registration money in hand.  If they don’t have the tuition fee for the month-long term, they can pay in rice, potatoes, beans, flour, chicken, or essentially anything they have.  In addition to our highly technical computer training, our precious students learn about things like church planting, discipleship, Bible distribution, and Nepali church history.

Hinduism, followed by Buddhism, is the dominant religion in Nepal.  The Christian church is fairly young here, and many of the students are first or second generation believers.  Regardless of their ages (15-50) and the few possessions they can call their own, they are all excited to return to their home villages and spread the Good News.





And I’m excited for them.

Their graduation ceremony was held in the Methodist Church, which is merely a small room at the bottom of the dorm type building where we live.  I got a little teary during one of the “commencement addresses,” reflecting on the number of lives changed through this program and the way God is blowing up this country for His glory.  Many Christians are persecuted here in Nepal – beaten, excommunicated, left by their spouses, cast out by the families that raised them – yet the numbers continue to grow.  And the people are on fire.  It’s beautiful.

It was at that moment that I started seeing pictures of myself:  trekking through the wild, spreading the gospel throughout the Himalayas, teaching at the Bible school, adopting Nepalese kids… becoming a part of the movement.  Embracing what God is already doing here.  

I can’t yet claim that God is calling me to Nepal, but I can say that peace is all I felt.  

We’ll see what happens.




Hiking through the mountains of Tatopani


Baptism in the river


Residents of the Buddhist "Monkey Temple"



Buddhist temple
 



Mt. Everest from my (airplane) window