26
Apr 2012

Leap Frog & Launching Pads

There are a lot of short-term mission trip critics in the world. I’m one of them, probably. Part of my criticism of short-term mission trips as we know them to be in the Western culture actually stems from my first short-term trip to Juarez, Mexico:

I think I came back more changed, more impacted, more transformed than any one kid we loved and served over our week at the home.

But wait…

We’re going down there to change…impact…transform them, right?

And so the folly begins…

I read a good article from Jamie the Very Worst Missionary the other day. (She gave herself that name, not me.) Taking a snippet from her post, she says this: http://www.theveryworstmissionary.com/2012/04/healthy-short-term-missions-do-it-like.html)

This is how Jesus sent “short-term teams” in Luke, chapter 10:

“After this the Lord appointed 72 others. He sent them out two by two ahead of him. They went to every town and place where he was about to go.

He told them, "The harvest is huge, but the workers are few. So ask the Lord of the harvest to send out workers into his harvest field.

Go! I am sending you out like lambs among wolves. Do not take a purse or bag or sandals. And don't greet anyone on the road.

When you enter a house, first say, 'May this house be blessed with peace.' If someone there loves peace, your blessing of peace will rest on him. If not, it will return to you. Stay in that house. Eat and drink anything they give you. Workers are worthy of their pay. Do not move around from house to house.

When you enter a town and are welcomed, eat what is set down in front of you. Heal the sick people who are there. Tell them, 'God's kingdom is near you.

… The 72 returned with joy. They said, "Lord, even the demons obey us when we speak in your name."

Soooo.... basically, we do it, like, exactly opposite to the way Jesus did.

Where Jesus appointed, we take volunteers.

Where Jesus sent pairs, we send herds.

Where Jesus admonished for danger and quiet humility along the road, we opt for vacation destinations and loud self-congratulations.

Where Jesus asks to be bringers of peace, we often bring chaos.

Where Jesus designed an opportunity for a disciple to lean into a new family, learn a new culture, and serve under the head of a household (who best knows his own need), we march in with a plan and the resources to git'er'done – completely missing out on the gift of being “a worker worth his wages”.

What if the original picture of “short-term teams” was meant to show us this valuable step in the process of discipleship, where we can learn dependence on God, love for others, and how to serve well?.....

Perhaps the first step to creating healthy short-term missions can be found in stripping them down to their most basic form, creating them to look more like part of the discipleship process. What if we unashamedly refocused the dynamics of a “mission” trip onto the one being sent, and removed pseudo-humanitarian efforts (which are often more harm than good) altogether?

In July, and for the first time ever, we might actually constitute what Jamie would call a “herd.” We’ve got twenty people going! We probably will have some matching t-shirts, because matching t-shirts are awesome, and…well…any time you add 20 more people to a home of 60+ kids….what was chaos will inevitably become Chaos².

And so every indication is we’re like the rest. We’re adding to the multi-billion dollar industry. We’re taking a glorified vacation (ok, maybe not true here...don't know if Juarez makes anybody's Top 10 Vacation Destinations), patting ourselves on the back for a “job well done” and then going back to mainstream American life of chaos³.

So it’s got me thinking. It’s got us at Ace in the City thinking, maybe we can do things better. We should always be seeking to do things better….more like Christ....

I do believe that our weeks spent at the Emmanuel Children’s Home in Juarez are good, and a time well-spent.

I do believe that real relationships can develop over the course of a week. (A few of my closest friends are there! )

I do believe that the kids and the staff can be mutually encouraged. (And do benefit from a slight relief of responsibilities. At least their shoulders get a break….)

I do believe that a week of piggy-back rides, smiles, hugs can make a lasting impact. (See: http://acehoops.posterous.com/incredible)

I do believe in what we do, and in this investment of time and energy.

However, and this is where I came back full circle with many of the criticisms of short-term mission trips—I do think we can all place a heavier emphasis on “the one being sent.”

My prayer for trip-goers is that this trip will be a launching pad for future, deeper, more committed, Kingdom work—a stepping stone to more radical love, selfless giving, and relentless passion and energy. (And we'll be intentional about training and preparing for this trip with this goal in mind.)

As the Spirit leads, pray for them as well! 

Jesus gave a good example to follow. Read Matthew 4. Prior to Jesus beginning His ministry, what does He do? He intentionally goes into the wilderness. He intentionally puts Himself into a situation where He’d be tested.

The wilderness was a launching pad for Jesus.

But His ministry began in the wilderness. It began with the hunger, the pain, the trials. Being stretched and challenged and under fire. It began with a test. It began with emptying Himself, staying committed to the will of His Father, no matter what.

My prayer for the team of 20 in July is that our trip may be part of their wilderness experience.  What’s your wilderness experience?  The wilderness can take a thousand faces, but my encouragement to all of us, with Jesus as our example, is to seek that wilderness experience! Seek the hunger, the pain, the trials. Seek being stretched and challenged and under fire. Seek emptying ourselves.

For we should Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever we face trials of many kinds, because we know that the testing of our faith produces perseverance.

Our goal should be to come out like Jesus did, proven and tested.

Into the wilderness we go. 

Keep pressing on…

20
Apr 2012

[Almost] Grown-Up

[Tim A.]

I'm almost grown up. Or so I think so anyway. And these feelings have only been validated from recent events like the basketball growing from my wife's tummy (it's actually a boy!), signing up for parent/teacher conferences, and finding myself eating Honey Bunches of Oats in the morning. 

May be a kid at heart--hopefully always will be--but I woke up this morning with some heavy and adult things on my heart.

What do I want my kid to know? 

What kind of father do I want to be?

If I knew that my time here on this earth was limited, what would I do?

And so I did something very manly and adult-like, I journaled:

Extend grace to him like my Savior extends me grace.

Pray for my child to extend ME grace as his Savior extends him grace.

Fly down to Juarez to give my second-family and all my ninos hugs and kisses.

Explain that private education (no names) can be amazing. The loans that follow, not-so-amazing...

Serve, love and encourage Em in ways so selflessly and naturally it's as if serving, and loving and encouraging somebody other than yourself is actually easy.(Which we know, of course, is a lie. It does not come easy. And lying is not ok, but striving to be more like Christ is...)

Eat Coco Pebbles occasionally because I can. And because they are good.

Display superior physical and athletic ability over him (modestly, of course) until he is in college. (And then, I'd still love to hang tough...)

Be humble in winning, gracious in losing. (It's a list, I'm not saying I'm there yet...)

Be a father of prayer.

Be a father that walks in faith, and evidences the power of prayer in my life.

Be engaged in the things that my God cares about. Seek justice, love mercy, and walk humbly...

Works hard, has fun. Borderline immature, but gets the job done.

Run in such a way as to win the prize. Live like there's no tomorrow.Keep pressing on...

I don't think I'm going to make a habit of this journaling thing, but a friend of mine encourages people to make a list every day of five things to get done--that this is one ingredient towards a healthy life.

You're time here is limited. Reality check. And I'd like to be found caring about things that actually matter. Your turn: Make that list. Check it twice. Then make it happen.

Today's a gift. 

Thank you, God, for waking me up today. May every waking moment I have, every waking moment you've given me, be used for Your glory. Amen.

Run in such a way as to win the prize. Live like there's no tomorrow. Keep pressing on....

 

 

25
Mar 2012

Amor Por Juarez

Another incredible week at Emmanuel...one I am sure none of us will ever forget. 

So many great memories...the children's service, delicious meals, countless hugs and kisses from the beautiful niños, Wii dance party at Adams', carne asada with Keren and Armando, Kung Fu Panda with the boys, mural painting, the beautiful view from the roof, watching the kids put on their Spring school program the list could go on and on!

We are so blessed to have spent time with such incredible people in such an amazing place...

22
Mar 2012

Incredible

This place never disappoints. 

It's incredible.

Yesterday some of the leaders led the weekly Thursday "Youth Service." Usually, it's a time of praise, worship, skits, some sort of teaching and prayer. Fun to see the kids in a different (although oftentimes still hyper!) setting.

In the past, these youth services emerge as the highlight of the trip. As of tonight, it's sealed in the bag...yet again....absolutely INCREDIBLE. (I'm still in process mode.)

Two profound things happened (and I apologize upfront because even the words cannot paint the picture of what we experienced):

(1) One of the leaders, Becky, invited the "Minnesotans" to the front of the Church. She then asked for hands of kids to come up and stand by one of the Minnesotans and share with the group about somethng he/she was thankful for in that person. Almost all the hands when up, but she only chose 1-2 kids to stand by each of us.

She then allowed each little nino/nina share what was on their hearts. 

"I'm thankful for piggyback rides."

"I'm thankful for being my benefactor."

These were the typical (and GREAT!!) answers. Then it came to little Keller, who stood next to Chris, who stands, at 6'3, a good two feet taller than this little girl. With eyes already tearing, she looked up at him and said:

"You play with me like my dad always used to play with me. But now my dad is dead, so I'm thankful for being like my dad."

Let those words sink in.  

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Hit him (and us) like a ton of bricks. Heavy stuff. Real and honest and vulnerable, coming from a girl no older than eight or nine... 

We are not heroes. The real heroes are the leaders of the home here, and the men and women of God they're raising up in this place. We just have the privilege of joining in on what's going on, even for a week. But to hear the innocence of this littler girl, the tears in her eyes, as she looked up at Chris, thanking him for loving her like her dad once loved her (and like her Heavenly Father loves her).....It makes it all worth it.

Worth the money. Worth the time. And energy. And tears. Crossing the border and into the bloody mess that Juarez is...it's all worth it. Because, even for a week, the love of Jesus Christ radiates through the relationships that develop. It's incredible.

(2) After the kids had the opportunity to share with the group how/why they were thankful for us, Becky then asked us to extend our arms forward, palms held up and then invited the kids to come up and put their hands on our hands, their hands on our heads or shoulders and pray for us. A song was played...ALL the kids got up. Five year olds coming and holding on to my leg...pushing their way through the thicket of hands to get a hold of just one of my fingers or my precious 6th graders placing their hands on my head. Praying for me, and moving from Minnesotan to Minnesotan doing the same thing. INCREDIBLE!

I am 28-years-young, and I know I still would have an issue getting up with my peers praying for people. But to them, it's an opportunity they WOULD NEVER pass by. (Someone tonight even said that they'd buy us computers or televisions or anything we wanted if they had the money, but instead they can and will give us prayers, because prayers last for an eternity! Incredible!!)

It is my hope and my prayer that we can bless the kids during our week here. It is my hope and prayer that we can love the kids like Christ loves them, and give a glimpse of what God's Kingdom will look like! 

This place never disappoints. Time and time again, my hopes and my prayers seem to be answered, and usually in a way where WE ARE blessed by the kids. Where we leave seeing the face of Christ and getting a glimpse into the Kindgom that's coming.

Christ is coming. God will restore His Kindgom. He doesn't need us to make that happen, but He nonetheless invites us to be a part of it. As was encouraged to the group this morning during devotions, let your life reflect Jesus Christ resurrected. 

Thank you for praying for us. Thanks for all your love and support. Thanks for allowing your loved ones to be a part of this team and this trip. 

Keep pressing on.

 

 

 

22
Mar 2012

The Blanket Game!

The internet is up and running again! We'll try to get a few more blogs of pics and videos up over the next two days! But, we are safe. It's been a great past few days. Lots of great stories to share...

Speaking of videos, my family especially would be SOOOO proud of me. Growing up, my siblings would play this game that we titled "The Blanket Game." We usually played it when we were stuck inside on a cold winter's night, and the game entailed a pitch black room where one individual would be blindfolded (or covered with a blanket). The "Blanket" had to stay on his/her knees, moving around the room in efforts to tag somebody else (who could see once the eyes adjusted and was obviously more mobile than the "Blanket"). The point of the game was to obviously never become the Blanket. Not sure if my mom knew we played this game, but we did--for hours and hours on end....

Monday was cold here. And the kids were stuck inside, so--of course--what game did I introduce to the kids? A variation of the "Blanket Game." Here's a sneak peak.....

20
Mar 2012

Snow and Slow Responses

Hey all! Sorry for the lack of blogs yesterday. The internet is down (I am blogging on my phone), which has made it difficult to keep you up-to-date. The internet might be down because of the high winds and snow (yes, SNOW!) we received last night. But, things are going great! Today we are helping in the classrooms and beginning our art project/mural. Should be a good time. Thanks for the prayers! We will hopefully be able to send you some more pics and videos later today. Keep pressing on...

19
Mar 2012

Meet Scotti

Scotti is a Junior at Bethel University. She enjoys eating LongJohn donuts by first eating the chocolate frosting then enjoys the golden outermost layer (after scraping it off), and finally rolls up the rest of the donut into a big ball where she delights her mouth with two big bites. Everyone, meet Scotti.

Scotti

If you had to eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?

                Doughnuts. No comparison to a gas station long john with custard filling.  

What is the one thing you were most looking forward to on this trip?

                Getting to see the kids that I have previously met and continuing to build relationships with the kids and people down here…and Armando’s burgers.

In five years, what do you hope you are doing?

                In five years, I hope to be done with grad school and have at this point hopefully figured out some sort of career path. Or I don’t know and just become an RD.

Stranded on an island, choice of one book, one movie and one musical album. Go!

                Book: A Wrinkle in Time. Movie: Silence of the Lambs. Album: Michael Jackson-Michael

What is your most embarrassing moment?

                Sophomore year of basketball in college, I went to set a pick for my point guard and managed to fall, thereby tripping her. She fell, lost the ball and the other team went to score an uncontested layup. At this point it became a four-point game. Not my best moment as an “athlete.”

What is your favorite Bible verse?

                Jeremiah 29:11. “For I know the Plans I have for you,” declares the Lord. “Plans to prosper and not to harm, plans to give you hope and a future.”  

18
Mar 2012

Gone with the wind!

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18
Mar 2012

Meet Ariel

Ariel is a happy-go-lucky optimist who turns blotchy-red when nervous. Everyone, meet Ariel:

Ariel

 

If you had to eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?

                I would eat Pad Thai any day, anywhere.

What is the one thing you were most looking forward to on this trip?

                I was most looking forward to spending time with some of my best friends and getting to know and love on the kids that I have heard so much about. 

In five years, what do you hope you are doing?

                In five years I would like to be working in the swimming world.  Coaching or training the technical aspect of the sport is what I would love to do. Being married would be nice too.

Stranded on an island, choice of one book, one movie and one musical album. Go!

                I would bring the Bible, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, Jason Aldean- My Kind of Party

What is your most embarrassing moment?

My dad had one of his clients and his girlfriend over for dinner one fine evening. I was trying to make a good impression and make conversation so when they were talking about the sport of curling, I chimed in and said, “Oh curling is such a stupid sport!” It turned out that my dad’s client’s girlfriend was a curler...

What is your favorite Bible verse?

                1 Corinthians 10:31, “So whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.”