Some thoughts on Matthew 2

“…weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more.” (Matt. 2:18 and Jer. 31:15)

Just days after celebrating the birth of Jesus, this passage in Matthew 2 where Joseph, Mary and Jesus fled to Egypt was what I woke up to as the assigned passage for today in an app I use.  And I found myself tearing up as I thought of how many women and whole villages or cities are weeping for their children today “and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more”.  Far more, I’m sure, than I can fathom.  In Iraq, Syria, South Sudan and Nigeria – and probably so many other places I know nothing about.

There is some debate over whether or not Joseph, Mary and Jesus were refugees in this passage.  I’d say there’s a pretty good case for calling them political refugees as Jesus’ life was in danger precisely because Herod had heard the King of the Jews had been born (vs. 2-3).  When he realized the Magi had left without reporting to him where the baby was, he ordered all of the baby boys in and around Bethlehem (for that was where the Messiah was to be born) to be killed.  All the baby boys age 2 and under were no more.  All of them, well except the One who escaped in the night.  All so that King Herod could keep his throne secure.  And, surely, there were many mothers who refused to be comforted.

But regardless of the terminology we choose to use, one thing is clear to me from this passage – Joseph, Mary and Jesus very much know what it’s like to flee for their safety.  They have far more in common with refugees and asylum seekers around the world today than I do.  They know the sorrow and insecurity intimately.  They also know what it’s like to be led through such treacherous circumstances by the very hand of God, through the dreams Joseph had (vs. 13, 19).  Even their initial escape in the night came about this way (vs. 13-14).  And I’ve heard of similar stories among today’s refugees and people facing persecution.  Miracles, visions, dreams – signs and wonders from the very hand of God.  For the same God who led Joseph then is inviting these ones (and all of us) to trust Him now.  He is calling out even to those who do not yet know Him.

And He sees the women weeping for their children.  He sees them – in the Middle East, in Africa, in Asia – everywhere they weep.  And we know the very heart of God is this, “When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, ‘The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.’” (Matt. 9:36-38).  “Harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd” – how many in the world today fit that description?  How many literal lives depend on an outside intervention, or a miracle from God, at this very moment?

We know he sees them, so my question is, “Do we?”  And if so, how can we respond?

(Disclaimer: I acknowledge that the refugee crisis is a complicated situation and there are varying political views on the subject.  I’m not trying to speak to politics here.  I just want us to “see” them, let our hearts be moved, and ask God what we as individuals (or groups) can do.  From the stories I’ve heard, there is a great harvest coming in, and I believe if we pray and do as God leads, it will be even greater.)

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My Top 10 Reads of 2016

I just thought I’d take a few minutes to share some of my favorites from this year’s reads.  Most of the books I read this year were by authors that were new to me.  And I went out of my way to read about some topics I hadn’t previously explored or from perspectives that might be very different from mine – and I really enjoyed doing so.

These are not in any particular order.

We Are Not the Hero: A Missionary’s Guide to Sharing Christ, Not a Culture of Dependency by Jean Johnson – especially great for anyone from America (or really anywhere in the West) who is engaging in cross-cultural ministry.  Lots of great insight.

I am Malala: The Girl Who Stood Up for Education and Was Shot by the Taliban by Malala Yousafzai – such an inspiring story!

Secrets of the Secret Place: Keys to Igniting Your Personal Time with God by Bob Sorge – I used it as a devotional, and will go through it again.  Lots of great nuggets!

Seeking Refuge: On the Shores of the Global Refugee Crisis by Stephan Bauman – Such a great explanation of the current refugee crisis and lots of stories from the front lines.

Orphan Justice: How to Care for Orphans Beyond Adopting by Johnny Carr and Laura Captari – A must read for anyone with a heart for orphans and vulnerable children.  Lots of Biblical insight as well as suggestions for practical application.

One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are by Ann Voskamp – Such an encouraging book.  The beauty of looking for gifts from God even in the hard or mundane.  I do struggle some with her writing style, to be honest, but the content is more than worth the effort.

The Urban Halo by Craig Greenfield – Such a compelling account of serving the poor.  And it’s a super fast read.

Church Behind the Wire: A Story of Faith in the Killing Fields by Barnabas Mam – I picked this up after my trip to the Cambodian Killing Fields earlier this year.  It’s an incredible testimony of the grace of God.

Leaders Eat Last: Why Some Teams Pull Together and Others Don’t by Simon Sinek – I think this one should be required for all leaders, and perhaps for all humans everywhere.  This was my second time reading it – both his books and his Ted talks are great!

America’s Original Sin: Racism, White Privilege, and the Bridge to a New America by Jim Wallis – Such a challenging book – I highly, highly recommend it.

Onward: Engaging the Culture without Losing the Gospel by Russell Moore – While I’m sure I don’t agree with him on quite everything, I became a huge fan of Dr. Russell Moore this year.  I find his stance on many things both challenging and refreshing.

Ok, that’s 11.  But close enough.  🙂  And I haven’t actually finished the last two, but I am learning and being challenged so much from them that I had to include them in this list.

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Entering In

In high school I worked on the school newspaper.  Writing pieces and creating page layouts was what got me out of bed in the morning – well, that and playing soccer.  And I seriously considered pursuing a career in journalism but decided it was a “dirty, dirty field,” and I didn’t want to be a part of it.  I did not want to be the one interviewing people in their moment of deepest grief.  I did not want to live under the pressure of racing for the juiciest angle of the latest breaking news story.  And I did not want to live with the constant stress of looming deadlines and the quest to create something out of nothing.

To be fair to the field of journalism, perhaps that’s not exactly what it is.  But with all the wisdom of my 17 years, I decided it simply wasn’t for me.  Now here I sit some 19 years later and realize there’s a lot of “journalist” in me.  In all of us, I think.  We want to know the nitty gritty of other people’s pain without actually entering into it.

From the words of a reporter in the movie Big Miracle: “It’s our job to report the story, not become emotionally involved.”

And therein lies the problem, to be human IS to be emotionally involved, especially when it comes to pain and suffering.

My recent musings started with this dream I had a couple weeks ago: Some people were playing a video game about a boy living in a ghetto.  The quest was to survive the dangers of his neighborhood.  As a friend and I watched the people playing the game, he mockingly called it “Insta-ghetto”.  He didn’t elaborate on why he didn’t like the game, but it was clear that he did not.  I was standing there trying to make sense of it – why people would like a game like this – when a loud voice interrupted my thoughts.  “Everybody wants to know what it’s like.  Nobody wants to know how it feels.”  

When I woke up, I just sat on my bed for a few minutes thinking, “Man, this is really heavy for a Saturday morning.”  It was.  It is.  But it’s true.  We are so accustomed to seeing pain that we’ve become desensitized.  So often we want to know the details just to satisfy our own curiosity.  We want to know what it was like, but we would never want to feel it ourselves.  And we don’t naturally want to enter into someone else’s pain – we each have enough of our own.  The reality is that entering in takes time, which is not something we’re too quick to give.  Even as I sat on my bed after this dream my thoughts alternated between “This is heavy” and “I don’t have time for this right now – I’m late for breakfast with my friend.”

I’m not sure I have any grand answers for this disparity.  But what I’m thinking is this: If we’re reading, hearing or watching a story of suffering and we’re not moved by it, we should probably close the browser.  If we are motivated simply by our own curiosity, let’s not even click the link.  If we’re not moved to pray, if we’re not moved to act, we have not benefited from the experience.  And if we encounter the story and stay emotionally uninvolved, we have only added more pain to the sufferer’s load.  I think we should ask ourselves, “How would I feel if shared my most heartbreaking moment with a room full of people only to see that each person staring back at me is stoic and unmoved?  How would I feel if people came up to me afterward with smiles on their faces thanking me for educating them?”  That would be awful – but it’s in effect what we do through social media everyday.

Ten minutes from now – or five or one – when yet another heartbreaking story (as we like to call them) pops up on our Facebook feeds, whether it’s a shooting or something horrific involving ISIS or the plight of a refugee, let’s enter in.  Let’s become emotionally involved.  And let’s cry out to the Father to bring justice – our Father who sees every tear, who is always moved with compassion toward us, and who has and does enter into our pain.  If we’re not willing to do this in that moment, let’s not click the link.  Let’s not ask people to tell our minds what it was like if we’re not willing to enter in with our hearts.

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Outings with the Team from the Orphan Justice Center/IHOP-KC

It’s been a while since I’ve blogged and since this month’s email update didn’t include any pics I thought I’d assemble a few here.  It was great having the team here, catching up with some old friends and making some new ones.  Here’s a little compilation of some of our fun outings.

Hope you enjoy!  🙂

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After 4 Months: What I Miss about America & What I Love about Thailand

Four months ago today I stepped off of a plane after about 1.5 days of travel.  As is often the case, part of me feels like I’ve been here much longer than that, and part of me feels like it’s been much shorter.  I’ve been thinking about what I miss in America and what I love about living here, and I thought I’d share the list.  🙂

Some of the things I miss about America:
– More than anything I miss my family and friends.
– Restaurants like Chipotle, Panera and Chick-Fil-A…and Godiva Chocolate Cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory…and also flavored coffee creamer.
– Hairspray that isn’t ridiculously expensive and doesn’t make my hair sticky or rock hard.
– Being able to walk into a restaurant and actually know what the options are…even when someone tells me the name of a dish on the menu I usually still have no idea what the dish is made of.
– Truly understanding (some of) the people around me and feeling understood.
– The conveniences of an oven, a dryer (especially right now during rainy season), a bathtub (most places just have showers) and air conditioning (I still get to enjoy AC some places, just not at home, but I’m sure I will feel compelled to change this before next hot season).

Some of the things I love about my life in Thailand and am very thankful for:
– The smiles of the people and the beautiful hearts of those I’ve gotten to know.
– Leisurely rides in the beautiful mountains on my motorbike.
– The scenery – our area is so unbelievably green – the tea and rice fields as well as the mountains.  And I look forward to the day when I can go south to the gorgeous beaches.  🙂
– Easy access to technology that lets me communicate with people I love in the states.
– Getting to see elephants.
– The food – though there are several foods here I’m not so sure about (I have yet to eat crickets, slugs or any dish made with pig blood), there are numerous foods here I love.  I just have to tell them “mai pet” – “no spice” – and then it typically ends up being as spicy as I can comfortably handle.  I’m also thankful that the grocery store sells many American foods.
– Thai barbecue – meat, shrimp, squid, mushrooms, and veggies, etc. cooked right at your table.  Delicious!!!

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Pics from my mini-retreat :)

I spent a night just outside the city for a little retreat.  Very refreshing!  I hope you enjoy the pics!  🙂

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After being in Thailand 2 months I FINALLY went to a waterfall!

It was breath-taking!  Unfortunately I can’t get to the waterfall on my motorbike so I won’t be able to go there often.  The road is so rough it really requires a vehicle with 4WD, which is what the friend I went with has.  I hope you enjoy the pics!   🙂

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