More on Salty Living

Salt
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I complained to Chris recently that I’ve started Leviticus in my daily Bible plan. I’m not ashamed to admit I have trouble reading the law books. But I started reading, and sent up a quick prayer that God would show me what He wants me to see, in spite of my misgivings about the book.

God answered my prayer.

You shall season all your grain offerings with salt. You shall not let the salt of the covenant with your God be missing from your grain offering; with all your offerings you shall offer salt. (Lev. 2:13)

Salt! I love to read about salt in the Bible! Diving into the scripture revealed something very interesting. The “salt of the covenant” was included in all of the offerings, according to MacArthur’s commentary, because it was emblematic of permanence or loyalty to the covenant. The ESV notes are similar, saying the salt “could thus serve to constantly remind Israel of the permanent nature of its covenant relationship with the Lord.”

If I ever needed a reminder of the permanent nature of my covenant relationship with the Lord, it’s now. The support-raising process is slow and we are anxious to get to Spain. We find ourselves doubting our calling because the preparation is taking awhile. God has managed longer waiting rooms (pretty sure no missionary ever took 40+ years to get to the field). But we also receive reminders of the purpose of this waiting room: preparation and equipping. The formal education we’re pursuing, the opportunities to serve people and to share the Gospel, the types of people we meet, and the time we spend praying and seeking God’s wisdom in support-raising are shaping us to be better at what God has planned for us to do in Spain.

We wish it could happen sooner, because we long to see people in Spain saved for the Glory of God and living the full life Jesus promises.

In the meantime, I will continue to season my prayers with the salt of the covenant: trust in His timing, His plan, and His ability and responsibility to build our support our team and bring us to Spain.

Thank You, Mr. President

Seems kind of strange that a 27 year old gal would have any reason to be grateful for Watergate, much less care about it. I have read a couple of biographies covering the era, but I don’t know a whole lot.

What I do know is that a “ruthless” White House aide named Charles Colson went to prison for his involvement with the Watergate scandal, and he became a born-again Christian just before donning his state-issued gear.

Naturally, the media tried to feed him to the wolves for that one, but his transformation proved genuine and lasting. It culminated (in my opinion, probably not in his) when he founded Prison Fellowship, which is the parent organization of Angel Tree.

A number of other touches factored in to my decision to trust Jesus Christ for salvation, but I know that the family who brought me gifts every year through Angel Tree prayed for my salvation.

Which means that I wouldn’t be a Christian today if Richard Nixon hadn’t broken the law and Charles Colson hadn’t gone to prison for it.

Hallelujah, what a Savior!

I am praying that God uses the passing of Chuck Colson to revitalize prison ministry across America. I know from personal, heart-breaking experience that prisons do not come anywhere near rehabilitating inmates, especially because they continue to defund and disallow faith-based organizations like Prison Fellowship to have direct access to prisoners. Prisons demean souls and institutionalize individuals until they are comfortable behind bars than living a real life. Jesus changes that, and there are many, many saints who can give testimony of a second chance, even without a second chance.

Watch this short video honoring the life of Charles Colson:

The Works of God

I met Mike and his 30-year old daughter Jenny at the coffee shop today. Susanna was staring, as usual, because Mike is an older gentleman and Susanna seems to have a penchant for grandpa-types, so we introduced ourselves.

Mike’s daughter Jenny is in a wheelchair, and severely disabled. She cannot use her arms at all. When I asked if Jenny could communicate, Mike said that she understood a lot of what was said to her but she can’t speak or do much other than blink her agreement. He shared some of the ways they’ve tried to help her communicate. I told him it must be difficult to find the balance between trying different tools and giving her the dignity of just being herself. It humbled me that Mike seemed to really appreciate my comment. I imagine that often, people don’t talk to him in public at all. Many people offered to help him maneuver the coffee shop, which was refreshing to see. As often as I am prone to blather on about Susanna’s sleep schedule to anyone who will listen, I figured this parent would want to share his challenges even more, so I was thankful that it came naturally (this time) to start a conversation.

The blessing of this meeting was that I was able to share a blog I read, The Works of God, with Mike. I explained that the writer is part of a disability ministry of a church in Minneapolis and that I am always encouraged and challenged by what he writes, even though there isn’t anyone in my life with a disability like that. I pray that God will use this blog to speak to Mike.

Sometimes, I’ve fearfully wondered if I am being prepared for some future event and that’s why I am drawn to this blog. God knows. But He used it today to bless Mike, and for that I am grateful.

And if He is using it to prepare me for something, I will raise holy hands in thanks for the grace of preparation!

Memory Making Tip

I do pretty well with annual photo albums (I create photobooks for each year), but I also want Susanna to have a collection of memories from her life that I created with her in mind. Every couple of months, Shutterfly offers a free 5×7 card and a discount on stationary. Sometimes, like at Christmas, I take advantage and order my cards. I sent a few to family members for Valentine’s Day as well.

But one of my favorite ways to take advantage of these cards is to create a little memory for Susanna. You can’t see it here, but this one has 6 additional photos of Susanna’s first Easter on the back as well.

Stationery card
View the entire collection of cards.

I really wanted to share this memory-making idea with you, but you should know Shutterfly compensates me for posting the image link seen here.

Water Daily for Best Results: about planting a church where it will grow

Recently, I learned a statistic from a Perspectives course that I found hard to believe: of all the money that goes towards “missions” in the American church (which is by far the wealthiest and most resource-filled), 5.5 percent goes to the “reached” world. That means places where Christianity is acceptable and local churches exist. It includes all of the developed world and some of the undeveloped world, including North America and yes, Spain. Remember, just because it is reached doesn’t mean it isn’t needy. But, alarmingly, only half a percent (or half a penny of every dollar!) goes towards reaching the unreached world. Unreached means the Gospel has no penetration, churches are secret if they exist at all, and/or preaching is illegal. In short, missions to unreached parts of the world needs a lot of money!

How do you think the remaining 94 percent of money used for world missions is being used? To reach Christians.

It is shocking!

And I would argue that perhaps that means that the American church is spending a lot of money to promote world missions, or to reach cities like Seattle, which is one of the least churched cities in America. But the fruit of that would be more missionaries, and if we were sending more missionaries, wouldn’t those tiny percentages – 5.5 percent and .5 percent – be increasing? If only slightly?

Here’s the stat come to life: I think American church plants are reaching American Christians, and shame on them for it. We should not be stealing Christians from other churches to create and bulk up new churches. It seems to me that big churches “see a need” (what that means must be different for each church), buy a building, send people who live nearby to the new building, and call it a “church plant.”

Maybe that is useful. In America’s least churched region, I am willing to say it probably is useful. Perhaps saturation is a relevant tool for spreading the Gospel. Perhaps.

But let me describe my view of church planting. It’s not glamorous. It’s hard. It’s not for the faint of heart. It’s certainly not for the Sunday Christian.

An area, like a small city, a suburb or a large neighborhood, lacks a Bible-preaching, Jesus-glorifying body of believers. Not a building called a church, but a group of people meeting together for the sole purpose of worshiping God.

God calls a family or a VERY small team of people to move to that area. They move, and spend their days bathing their new home in prayer, getting to know its culture, its way of things, and people. Maybe they meet other parents and the school their kids go to, peers at the local coffee shop, neighbors. They minister to people: maybe they feed the homeless or fix pipes at the local women’s shelter. And as they are going about these tasks, they are introducing people to Jesus. They’re sharing the Gospel in their own words, without the use of big events or invitations to Sunday church. Combined with their ministry to people – maybe a neighbor had a baby and these “church planters” brought a meal and spent some time holding a baby so mama could shower – the Gospel is relevant. When your actions say things, people are willing to listen to your words.

And then, not suddenly but over time (probably a long time), a little Bible study is formed. At first, one other couple comes over sporadically to share a meal and listen to a little bit of Bible teaching and ask their questions. Then, more regularly. Maybe they sing a little hymn that everyone knows from childhood or lyrics printed on a page. And one week, three new people show up.

Other weeks, no one shows up.

Once, the church planters had to start over completely because the Gospel is so offensive to their friends they stop coming altogether and take the others with them.

Months in, the original family discovers that their living room won’t hold all the people coming to study the Bible. So they ask one of the regulars if their much larger home might be used. These new hosts are now serving in their church, but they don’t know it! And then months later, it happens again. And maybe a small group breaks off to study a little differently. There’s some one on one discipleship happening among some of the first believers, so they feel comfortable leading a study.

Not before they know it, but after many months of prayers and crying out to God because people aren’t interested, or leave, or succumb to sin, or become Christians and start serving and then move away, there’s a crowd of people who want to serve their neighborhood corporately. That’s a church.

So they rent out a room in a local community center, or a movie theater, or whatever, and they start having an organized meeting. Someone who plays an instrument has joined the group and he leads music. Two women who love babies volunteer to hold them for the hour that church meets.

And it grows. And thrives. And blossoms. And possibly sends out to another neighborhood with no body of believers.