The Wonder Of It

Twenty years ago—man, that makes me sound old—I served as a Journeyman Missionary with what was then the Foreign Mission Board and is now imbConnecting outside Johannesburg, South Africa. I worked in Soweto near daily doing relief work, church planting, theological education, and my primary role as a regional youth worker assisting our Baptist churches around Joburg.

At my first youth rallies I met Aaron Maselwane (pictured here). Yes, the name helped, but there it more to it. Gregarious, talented, intelligent and articulate, Aaron is a leader by nature. Just over ten years ago he came to the states in a singing group. My family had the pleasure of hosting him then. And since the explosion of Facebook we've reconnected therein. Enduring friendships with brothers in Christ bring such joy.

When I needed to recall the lyrics of South African Gospel song for a writing project this week, I thought, "I'll message Aaron."

Yesterday afternoon he wrote back. I noticed he was online right then and wrote, "Hey, you're online now!" He shot back, "Yes I am. We could even Skype for posterity of the music." So we did.

Within minutes we were connected on Skype. Face-to-face, over two decades since first meeting, over 9000 miles, over seven time zones. What a joy not only to hear my friend but to see him as well! (And for free. Thank you, Skype.)

Aaron and I both observed the wonder of it. All the time and space between us and here we were. He on his desktop PC outside Joburg. Me on my MacBook Pro in Nebraska. We talked about life, work, friends, and family. We squeezed a lot in until we lost connection. He had warned that might happen on his end. It was a joy! And throughout it it we expressed the wonder of it.

The wonder of technology. The wonder of friendship. The wonder of unity in Christ. The wonder of it all.

It got me to thinking. We both needed computers and high speed internet to have that conversation and it worked best when we were both awake given the time difference. Yet I can pray anytime, anywhere, about anything. No special equipment. No time difference. No concern for losing the connection on the other end. Our God is faithful. He calls us to pray. Make the connection. Live in the wonder of it.

And, by the way, the reason I couldn't remember the verses to that song: There are none. Maybe I'm not so old after all...

Sisterhood of the Great Commandment

I am who I am as a Christ-follower and pastor due to the Sisterhood of the Great Commandment. This Great Commandment love humbles and honors all who consider how much they have received. Meet a few Sisters whose love has influenced this pastor.

As a scrawny seven-year-old, I remember sitting on the white bench in our narrow Sunday School room, listening to Miss Nita explain the “gos-pill.” If only I could take the gos-pill, then I would go to Heaven when I died. Church seemed longer that Sunday waiting to talk to my parents. After worship, I raced to the car rather than racing around the church.  When my parents asked the standard Sunday question, “What did you learn in Sunday School today?” I had a burning question for them: “Do you have a gos-pill so I can take it and go to Heaven when I die?”

Soon my parents discerned what we know as adults: The Gospel can be accepted as simply as a pill can be taken. Miss Nita’s gos-pill opened my heart. My parents explained the Gospel that day and I trusted Christ.  

I wonder how many of you teach antsy-pants little boys? Do you wonder if you are making a difference? Do you picture their future with Christ?

Thank you, Miss Nita, and each Sister of the Great Commandment serving in Sunday School and nursery.

As a bed-headed, grumbly-tummy teenager I would often make my way to the kitchen to break the fast well before the breakfast hour. Each of these mornings, there in the living room, quiet hearted, Bible opened, and head bowed in prayer or study was my Momma. Morning after morning. Year after year. 

I heard about a “quiet time” at my first youth camp, but had already seen it in action for years through my Momma’s example. I knew its effect too as my Momma stood by me through the sometimes stormy teenage years. Always patient. Always willing to listen.  A disciple of Jesus, not only in her disciplined study, but more so in her loving application.

Sisters, I know you may be tired. Being a mother is tough. Single moms have the toughest job on earth. Yet, if it were not for you Moms, the world would stop spinning.  We can not make it without your loving sacrifice. Can you make it without daily recounting the sacrificial the love of Christ?

Thank you, Momma, and every Sister following Jesus as examples to others within the Great Commandment.

Crusty was Howard. Elegant was Maxie. He was a hard-working, thick-handed farmer with a dirty pick-up. She was a classy, artist who drove a spotless luxury car whose home was straight out of a decorator’s magazine. More than aesthetic beauty, however, was the welcoming hospitality within. 

They took in this collegiate preacher boy as needed. Their hospitality included a room so fancy I was near afraid to sleep, and a breakfast so big I’d need to put in a hard day’s work. 

One day I noticed a package slip as I peeked into my PO box. Cookies from home?  No, a mail order package. Nice pants and a handsome shirt. And a simple note, “Just because. Maxie.”

Don’t you just love to give the perfect gift? The unexpected? Does your giving mirror that of the Heavenly Father?

Thank you, Maxie, and each Sister who gives from a Great Commandment heart. 

A busy missions fair. A busy missionary nurse. Busy because she was taking blood pressures or because she was so charming? I said to my buddy, “I am going to get my blood pressure checked too.” Moments later her hands were on arm and my heart was aflutter. Months later she was my wife. 

Nearly fourteen years, three churches and three children later I can tell you story after story of the amazing, sacrificial love of my bride, Melanie. Tears welling now as some memories are too precious to share. Influenced by godly women herself, she has poured out her life for our family, our church family and friends. I am amazed by her.

Do you know that kind of motherly love? I pray you do. Have you experienced that kind of sacrifice? Maybe you have lived that love?

Thank you, Melanie, and every Sister who is a sacrificially loving Great Commandment wife. 

Further members of the Sisterhood who have served God by loving me as family, friends or within our church are Gran, Vicki, Cheryl, Dorothy, Karen, Barbara, Modena, Kay, Vi, Bea, Sarah, Kimberly, Sylvana, Cammy, Avis, Anita, Nancy, and Mary. God has used these dear Sisters have shaped the pastor’s heart within me.

Matthew 22:37-39 holds the motto of the Sisterhood of the Great Commandment. Jesus replied: ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’

It means love God and others with all you’ve got. You Sisters do this so well. Agape love is self-sacrificing love that puts others first. It is the amazing love God has uses to woo us and shape us.

And, Sisters, we would not be who we are without you. Your influence is immeasurable. Thank you for your loving service 

Long live the Sisterhood of the Great Commandment!

Note: Sisterhood of the Great Commandment was written on contract for the May 2011 HomeLife Magazine. Unfortuantely, it was never published there returning rights to me 90 days later. This is its first publication. I share it on Mother's Day 2013 as a thank you to those mentioned and all our dear sisters in Christ. Photo: Love this one of M, JM & me; October 2012; by the talented Myra McCracken.

If you'd like to share a word of praise of thanks for a member of the Sisterhood who influenceed you, then please leave a comment and share this post too.

How NOT to Grow Close

A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another. John 13:34-35

"Thanks, Jesus, but that's not for me. Loving others... I don't really have time. Frankly, I don't want to take the risk. To be honest, I don't really care about others. And, if you want, I've got a few more excuses. Anything to keep me from having to put myself out there."

If this is you, then here are a few suggestions on how NOT to grow close with other Christ followers:

  • DO NOT spend time with other church members outside of church. You already see them an hour or so a week. Who really wants more close friends? You don’t need anyone. You’re fine all by yourself. Who really wants to get to know anyone else better?
  • DO NOT seek out and meet the needs of church members. Like we said, you are fine by yourself. They should be just fine by themselves too. Why would you want to burden yourself with someone else’s problems? You can just say you love them—and smile or even put an arm around them—but don’t actually do anything about it.
  • DO NOT let anyone know the real you. You don’t even like the real you sometimes, what makes you think they will? And if they know the real you, well, that might be... humbling. And you don’t want that. Keep to yourself. Don’t let anyone in. It’s safer for everyone that way.
  • DO NOT encourage others. We don’t wanna throw praise around. We don’t want folks to have any reason for vanity. No, don’t encourage them even if they seem down or discouraged. You might get trapped into truly caring for them.
  • DO NOT show any excitement about God’s work in your life or anyone else’s. If you talk like that, then people might talk about you too. You don’t want people to think God really moves in your lives, do you? They might think you are weird.
  • DO NOT get connected or volunteer for anything. Just smile and nod when someone asks, but walk right by the sign up. Just tell them you’ll pray about it. Of course, you really won't.
  • DO NOT say anything good to, or about, anyone. If you absolutely want to make sure to keep others far away, then let them have it. Gossip. Slander. Talk ugly. Be mean. Whatever it takes. If none of the previous suggestions work, then this one should for sure.

The above suggestions are what NOT to do. They are meant in jest. Yet they contain truth.

Trusting that you really DO want to grow close in your love for others, what do you suggest?

Leave a comment below including your creative ideas on growing close through loving others.

They Call Me Mr. H

They call me Mr. H. 

I'm a volunteer in my youngest's class. Their teacher, the amazing Mrs. B, is a kindergarten whisperer. I am sure of it. She posses super powers of instruction and order. Kindergarteners can not resist. Enamored as if spell bound. I can see why. She loves them. It shows.

Her own hyphenated surname demanded succinctness for the precious one’s continually calling it. She became Mrs. B. Over the weeks she has gently, with continual modeling, changed my moniker from “John Mark’s Dad” to “Mr. H.” And so I am.  

Yesterday morning I was about my normal volunteer routine. Writing stories for 15 minutes each with three boys. Improvement is evident. Their language skills. Their vocabulary. Their penmanship. I am blessed to observe these changes for just a few minutes each week with each young man. These encounters go something like this.

Little guy comes to my volunteer table. I stand, yet stoop, to give a man-worthy greeting. A fist bump. A high five. A hand shake. We settle into our stubby chairs. I ask him to read me the last story he wrote while assessing if I can decipher his words as he reads to me. Then we engage in Q&A to find a story we might write together. Once the topic is settled, we begin writing one “turtle talk” sounded out letter at a time. In 15 minutes we have recorded a real life story from their own unique kindergarten boy perspective. It’s delightful. 

And then: Lunch. I go too. And then: Recess! I play too. Tag and soccer and anything the kids wanna play. I make a daddyfied fool of myself. It is delightful. Really. 

Hearing, “Goodbye Mr. H,” ring out from little friend’s voices I felt thoroughly satisfied with life. So fortunate. I love my wife. I love my kids. I love my church. I love my town. And what have I done to merit such grace? I am so thoroughly blessed. 

A text, “Have you seen the news?” News app openned. Delight shattered. Sandy Hook Elementary. Newtown, Connecticut. Visceral response. Heart pounding. Mind racing. Face flushing. Spirit bursting. Eyes welling. Guilt crashing.

I was just in a kindergarten class. My son’s class. And then.

This. Monstrous. Unthinkable. This. Across the country yet so close to home.

Details I do not want to know. Grief I can not imagine. Lives forever changed. And a question to which no answer will ever be enough: Why? 

Our world contains wickedness. Our minds are capable of atrocities. Our hearts betray evil.

Yet this same world contains love. Minds to create solutions. Hearts breaking with compassion.

Come together, My Friends. Grief. Mourn. Wail. Pray. Comfort. Love.

Love others. Love them beyond what is natural. Love them as Christ giving himself. Love them to delight. Love them. And make a difference. To everyone you meet.

They call me Mr. H.

H is for heartbroken.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. For as we share abundantly in Christ's sufferings, so through Christ we share abundantly in comfort too. 2 Corinthians 1:3-5

Storm Servers Prayers

Just received an email from my web host, Squarespace, informing me that their facility in Lower Manhattan has flooded & will go down any time. Not sure exactly what this means for my site, our church site, or the countless others hosted by Squarespace & other web hosts on the East Coast.

One thing I am sure of: We will continue to pray & support all those effected by this storm. We must pray & give today & in the weeks ahead. This one will cause damage of biblical proportions. This one reminds us that we are not as powerful as we think. This one reminds us of our need to prayerfully depend on the Creator & Sustainer.

The Lord reigns; he is robed in majesty;
the Lord is robed; he has put on strength as his belt.
Yes, the world is established; it shall never be moved.
Your throne is established from of old;
you are from everlasting.
The floods have lifted up, O Lord,
the floods have lifted up their voice;
the floods lift up their roaring.
Mightier than the thunders of many waters,
mightier than the waves of the sea,
the Lord on high is mighty!
Your decrees are very trustworthy;
holiness befits your house,
Lord, forevermore.

—Psalm 93—