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I’m So Grateful – I Can’t Give Enough

Originally published in Nov. 2012. Minor adjustments made to update timelines.

About 35 years, my son Andrew had a best friend named Brett. Brett’s mom (Abby) was blind. A bump on the head as she went down a water slide a few months after she was married, coupled with complications from diabetes, left her blind. Every year during the United Way campaign, she spoke morning, noon and night to employee groups. Her schedule was grueling, her energy completely taken up by this.

Most people told her she was doing “too much”. I asked her about it at one point and she said this: “Almost all of my rehab, the places that taught me how to live a full life as a blind woman, who taught me how to care for a baby as a blind mother – they were organizations supported by the United Way. I am so grateful. How can I not give back? There’s probably nothing they could ask me to do that would be ‘too much’.”

So why am I thinking about that story these days?

When I first heard Abby say that all those years ago, I was struck by how little of that attitude I saw in the church. The passion to give of ourselves out of gratitude, to say “there is nothing that would be too much to ask because I’ve received so much”. To give willingly. To offer everything. Instead, too often I saw a mentality that seemed more along these lines: “How little can I get away with giving? Do I have to tithe from my gross salary or can it be from my net salary? How much do I have to do in order to be okay with God?”

There seems to be a stewardship sermon season in many churches, often in the fall. I’ve heard a lot of them over the years – and heard another one on Sunday. I’ve heard good ones, bad ones, ones that gave me a bigger picture and ones that felt like a scolding. Ones that made me want to grow in this area and ones that felt totally disconnected from the very real season of life I found myself in. Some talk just about “trusting”. Only a few have truly wrestled with the tension between “trusting” and being “wise” or “planning well” (both of which are also scriptural instructions).

So what are my thoughts? At the moment, they center on gratitude and generosity.

Sunday’s sermon was from John 12 – the story of Mary anointing Jesus’ feet with expensive perfume. It’s extravagant (worth a year’s wages). It offends Judas who pretends to care about what it would have done for the poor. It’s far more than any religious law “required”. Talking about tithing in the context of this kind of generosity feels almost out of place, as if you wouldn’t need to talk about it to someone who already gives like this. Years ago a pastor told me that some commentators believe this was part of Mary’s dowry and by pouring it out on Jesus, she may have been sacrificing her opportunities for marriage. It was a costly gift – but appears to have been given in an attempt to express the depth of her gratitude.

I love stories where people, in response to a nudge from the Holy Spirit, do something that doesn’t make sense. I have a friend who once put her earrings in the offering – because it was what she had to give at the moment and even though she knew it would sound “weird”, she also knew she wanted to give whatever she had to the Jesus she loves.

I’ve seen people who are generous with their time – missing things they had planned to do, or going without sleep, because of a chance encounter with someone who needed to be listened to. Or they take the time to get to know the local convenience store clerk and then become his advocate when a hospital system treats him badly in his dying days because he fits into categories and stereotypes that are not often valued.

The early church was marked by generosity. They sold what they had to meet each other’s needs. They fed and housed each other. They ate together. They cared for each other in practical ways. The generosity overflowed. It marked them as a “different” kind of people. Is that distinction still visible today among those of us who claim the name of Christ?

So I’m left with a few challenges.

Do I trust the Lord to provide? Do I hold on to my resources out of fear or am I truly just planning wisely and appropriately? How do I find the trust/wise planning balance? (This is not just financial. I talked about this recently in my thoughts about Sabbath rest.)

Am I proactively looking for ways to be generous? Am I always seeking to grow in generosity – of all kinds and of all resources? Do I hold my possessions lightly?

I think it boils down to this. At my core, does my mind go to “how can I be more generous” or does it wonder “have I done enough to check this off my list”?

Sabbath and the Fear of “Not Enough”

I’m still challenged by this (originally written in October 2012).

I’ve posted before about what I was learning in busy seasons. I was having to let some things go. But there’s something important beyond just “letting things go” and it applies to all seasons of life. It may get interrupted during particularly busy seasons, but making it a priority, whenever possible, should matter to us.

It involves regular rest. A decision to not immediately fill my hours with more busyness. Don’t misunderstand – I want to work hard, I love what I do, I don’t want to lie around doing nothing. I’m too excited by the work to which I’m called to do that.

But within those parameters, it is wise to rest. To sleep a more reasonable amount. I read more. I’m watch some tv and movies. I’m have leisurely conversations with friends. I’m take more walks. When I first wrote this, I had just gotten a puppy – so I was playing and cuddling and spending time housebreaking him which meant spells of standing outside at night looking up at the stars. It felt good and right.

And it caused me to think once again about Sabbath rest and why it is so hard to set aside my “to do” list, and my distorted sense of urgency as I look at the things on it.

Lauren Winner, in Mudhouse Sabbath, talks about the difference between true Sabbath and just “taking a day off”. I know that my rest still leans heavily toward “taking some time for myself”. But I want to move toward true Sabbath rest, a day where normal rhythms are set aside and something different happens in the spiritual realm.

The problem is, whether I say it out loud or not, my mind always goes to “but I have so much to do”. When is the laundry going to get done, the bills paid, the house cleaned? I work full time – and I still have all these other things that need doing. There’s not enough time.

Years ago I learned that tithing or sacrificial giving, for me, is largely about trust. If I give generously in response to the Holy Spirit’s prompting, do I trust that there will be enough left? That God will provide for me? Do I trust that He “will” and not just that He “can”? It’s been about learning that self-sufficiency is not the goal.

A while back I realized the same principle holds true for Sabbath rest. If I “give up” that time, do I trust that there will still be enough? Do I trust the Lord to direct my path – including my “to do” list? Do I trust Him with the things that don’t get done?

And then I realized there was another, more hidden, fear of “not enough”. If my identity is tied to being more competent, more productive, harder working – or any other performance-oriented or people-pleasing characteristic – and if I don’t use every minute I can to “prove” that, then will I be able to do enough? Will people still approve of me? Will I still have value?

It hurts to realize it is a pride thing – and that it impacts my ability to trust God with my time.

But recognizing it for what it is lets me bring it into the light, it lets me confront the lies that shape my identity and it lets me move more undistractedly into the rest I believe I’m called to know and experience.

There are still the challenges of balancing rest with a call that requires a lot of time and energy. There will still be unavoidable busy seasons. There are still many tasks that cannot be neglected.

But this much I know – I want to learn to trust God with my time in ways that go beyond where I am right now. I want to give my all to work and ministry. And I want to learn to rest deeply and well.

Update (May 2023) – I’ve made progress! Rest comes more easily. I’ve learned to trust. I’ve built rhythms into my life that slow me down – and it helps. I miss “rest” when I don’t get it. I relax more quickly when I do rest. And it is often a very sweet time of just walking through life with Jesus.

Kingdom Journeys

This was written over 10 years ago, but the concept of journey – which was newer to me at that point – still feels like an important discipline in my life. To be honest, revisiting this post makes me wonder if there’s something new waiting to be embraced by me.

Those who know me or who follow this blog know that I’ve been on a journey. Specifically, starting in the early 2000s, the spiritual journey included walking through the painful end of my marriage and discovering, in the midst of that, new sources for my identity and new depths to my relationship with Jesus. It has also included the restlessness that would not go away until I allowed the Lord to speak fully into that stage of my life. For me, there was been a physical journey as well. At first it looked like mission trips that took me out of my comfort zone and stirred my concern for the world. It eventually meant a move from Connecticut to Georgia.

So journey is not a new theme for me. To be honest though, when this season started in the early 2000s I probably wasn’t actively seeking a journey. I wanted to continue to grow spiritually – just as I had for the 30 years I’d already been a believer – but I’m not sure I understood journey. Or maybe I just assumed that spiritual growth and journey were the same thing – that vague “spiritual journey” everyone is on.

But the last 20 years of my life have definitely been a journey. I’m not sure that in the beginning I intentionally chose to embark on a journey – with its stages of abandonment, brokenness and dependence. It feels like circumstances thrust me in the midst of a journey that I wouldn’t have chosen on my own. But while I may not have willingly chosen to start it, I did choose to embrace it as a journey – to trust that there was a good purpose in it and that, if I allowed it to, it could shape me in life-altering ways.

I have a new appreciation for the importance of journey, the subtle ways it is different from other spiritual growth and it’s ability to “accelerate discipleship” or “turbo-charge a person’s faith walk” in the words of Seth Barnes. Seth, founder and executive director of Adventures in Missions, goes so far as to call it “the lost spiritual discipline”. In his book, Kingdom Journeys: Rediscovering the Lost Spiritual Discipline, he says “A journey is an act of leaving – a process of physical abandon that teaches us how to do the same spiritually. Perhaps, to find your true identity you need to abandon everything else.” (p. 22)

Finding your true identity and stripping away the things that provide false security – it’s worth doing. It’s important work for anyone who wants to advance God’s kingdom in the world. Journey helps you do this.

We see the theme in how Jesus related to His disciples – asking them to abandon everything and follow Him, and then sending them out on journeys without their own provisions. We see it historically in the idea of pilgrimage.

What makes something a kingdom journey? From Seth’s book: “What sets a kingdom journey apart from gap years, road trips, and volunteer jaunts is the central focus on Jesus’ kingdom. A kingdom journey is first and foremost about expanding God’s reign in the world and increasing it inside our hearts.” (p. 55)

I encourage you to let the Lord speak to you about it. See what stirs in you. See if your view of the world expands. See if it confirms you are where you are called to be – or if it feeds a restlessness you may already feel.

Consider what it looks like if journey is really a life-transforming spiritual discipline.

Here I Am To Worship

Originally written September 17, 2012. It was a special season.

August and September 2012 was a unique season. I attended church at an orphanage in India, at my home church in Georgia, at a megachurch through live streaming and at a bi-lingual Episcopal church in Fort Lauderdale, FL.

The services ranged from a one-hour tightly scheduled format to a 3 hour liturgical service filled with a mixture of prayer ministry, eucharist, annointing with oil and a way of “passing the peace” that involved everyone moving around the church greeting everyone else (not just those around them) amidst the joyful sounds of English and Spanish.

I’ve had hands laid on me as I’ve been prayed over by children speaking Hindi and a Honduran priest speaking Spanish.

I’ve heard Indian children sing the same songs we sing at Day Camp in Connecticut. I’ve watched people who care about revival sing the songs of the 70s that meant so much in that era – and I can remember those early days of discovering a relationship with Jesus. I’ve worshipped at Adventures in Missions with passionate 20-somethings who know God speaks to his sons and daughters and whose freedom in worship pulls me forward and deeper.

As I realized the amazing diversity of that month, I reflected on a few things:

There is exquisite beauty in this diversity. These are my brothers and sisters and it feels a bit like a glimpse of heaven – where people from every tribe and nation will gather around the throne singing praises.
I’m grateful for the wide range of traditions that have shaped my spiritual life. I was not raised in a liturgical church but at one point spent several incredible years in an Episcopal church and discovered that the liturgy and ritual fed something deep in me that I hadn’t even known was hungry. I’ve sat under various preaching styles and different types of worship music. I’ve been in churches that explained away the miraculous and in churches that expected it to happen regularly, where prayer teams saw people raised from the dead through prayer. In all of these traditions, I’ve met people who love Jesus and worship from their heart. (And in most of them I’ve also met people who go through the motions with no apparent heart connection.)
My ability to enter into worship depends more on my desire to worship, on my heart’s longing, than it does on the actual style. This is not to say that we shouldn’t look for a “good fit” in terms of style preference or treaching content when we are looking for a home church. But those things should never become the defining parameters of whether we can enter into worship at a given moment.

I’ve realized a caution as well. If I let arrogance or pride slip in. If I make assumptions about the validity of a particular type of worship. If I subtly believe I’ve “outgrown” a certain “stage”. If I overly value the western emphasis on a particular kind of education as the path to spiritual leadership. Then I miss out on something important.

My own worship is diminished when I fail to delight in my brothers and sisters in the way God delights in them. Looking at the external, rather than at the heart, will always cause me to miss what really matters.

It was an amazing month – a gift, a glimpse of what happens when earth begins to resemble heaven. After this I looked, and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and before the Lamb. (Rev. 7:9)

What 6th Graders Taught Me About September 11 – and taking Jesus seriously

Originally posted September 2012. September 11 continues to be a pivotal moment in our history and I still think about these 6th graders.

They taught me to wrestle with the hard sayings of Jesus.

The anniversary of September 11 rolls around every year. And it brings memories of living through it that first year. In 2001, the year of the attacks, I was teaching 6th grade Sunday School. It was part of a spiritual formation program that encouraged discussion and real encounters with Jesus, where we expected the Holy Spirit to speak deep truth to the children. I’d been walking with some of these sixth graders since they were 4 or 5 years old.

We had started a unit on the maxims of Jesus – sayings of Jesus that help us know how to live. We had about 20 of them that were part of the unit and we’d talk about a few of them each week. Sayings such as:

This is how it will be with anyone who stores up things for himself but is not rich toward God.
No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God.
I tell you, do not forgive seven times but seventy times seven times.
Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.
With the measure you use, it will be measured to you – and even more.
Give to the one who asks you, and do not turn away from the one who wants to borrow from you.
Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?
Simply let your ‘Yes’ be ‘Yes,’ and your ‘No,’ ‘No’.
If someone wants to sue you and take your tunic, let him have your cloak as well.
But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.

We had stacks of laminated copies of each of them and every week, at the end of Sunday school, each child would choose one to take home. It might be one we had discussed that morning or another one that caught their attention. The idea was to pay particular attention to trying to live by it that week. On any given week there would be a wide variety of maxims chosen to be the take-home item.

In the midst of this, September 11 happened. And suddenly, these sixth graders were wrestling with “But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.” The discussion was real and raw and honest.

“But what Osama bin Laden did wasn’t okay.”
“If we love him, doesn’t that seem like we’re saying it was okay.”
“Does Jesus really mean this?”
“Did stuff like this happen when Jesus was alive on earth?”
“Is it okay to pray that something bad happens to Osama bin Laden?”
“Is it okay to pray that he gets punished?”
“Does loving him mean we have to like him, or what he did?”
“Can you love someone if you are angry at them?”

I sat in awe as I watched them make a commitment to do what Jesus said. To figure out what that looked like in the aftermath of September 11. At the end of the morning, every child chose that maxim as the one to take home. On one level, they didn’t like it. But on another, they didn’t want to run away from a hard saying. It would have been easy to choose a different one – but they didn’t.

Their decision to choose the hard thing, to not look for an “out”, challenged me then and it challenges me now.

How seriously do I take the sayings of Jesus, the ones that tell me to give away my things, to pray for my enemies, to forgive over and over? Do I face up to His words and wrestle with them until I can do it? Or do I choose an easier saying, an easier path?

I know where I want to be. I want to take Jesus seriously, even when it is hard. I want to be like those sixth graders.

Why I Love Ministry to Parents

Ten years later I still love ministry to parents! It looks a bit different than the early days but the reasons I love it are the same. (Originally published September 2012)

There’s been a common thread in a lot of what I’ve done over the last 15 years [now 25 years!]. When I led children’s ministries at church, I loved talking to parents about spiritual formation in children – raising their vision for what it can look like when children fall deeply in love with Jesus and open themselves up to the voice of the Holy Spirit. When youth group mission trips were doing their own training, I loved leading a small group for parents who were sending their children to Peru for a week – encouraging them to let God do something in their lives through the trip, and not just something in their child’s life. And when I spent several years doing college placement for high schoolers, I loved helping parents figure out what it looked like to let go in new ways.

In my current job I spend a lot of my time connecting parents of World Racers to each other and to Adventures in Missions. I’m loving it. I get to walk with them as their Racers leave to spend 9-11 months on the mission field, doing ministry in several different countries. At the beginning of the World Racer’s journey, parents are invited to a Parent Launch – not just helping them understand their Racer’s journey but launching them on their own journey.

It’s a privilege to rub shoulders with this group.

Most of the parents are excited for their Racers. Some are a bit envious that the World Race didn’t exist for them 25 years ago. They recognize that they have raised sons and daughters who love the Lord and who have the capacity to change the world and bring the kingdom. But they also know that they won’t get as many details as they might like. And they might go a few weeks without hearing from them if they are in an area without good internet access. They can’t send birthday presents or just pick up the phone for a quick chat. Wifi based calling works some of the time and not others. And it’s hard to hear that their son or daughter is sick – and there’s really nothing you can do because they are on the other side of the world.

Over the years we’ve established Facebook or GroupMe groups for the parents of World Racers based on when their Racers leave for the Race. They post prayer requests for themselves and for their Racers. They encourage one another in a way that only another World Race parent can. They serve one another in practical ways with information on everything from banks that don’t charge international transaction fees to research on malaria med options. The first one to hear news on travel days gets the word out quickly.

And they sometimes share their own journey. They are letting the Lord do new and deep things in their own spiritual lives and I get to hear bits and pieces of that. The theme of journey is an important one for Adventures in Missions and it’s exciting to see that happening in parents’ lives.

Although I am not a parent to World Racers, I do have adult children who are the age of many of the Racers. So I’ve learned some things about parenting adult children, about letting go, about not trying to limit their choices based on my fears. About offering them freely to the Lord – no matter where that takes them. I delight in seeing them explore new things, take on new responsibilities, learn life lessons and move into new stages in their lives.

But their growing into adulthood changes my season of life as well just as Racers leaving for the World Race can change their parents’ lives. And it’s an ideal time to reassess our own journey. With empty nests come new freedoms. I moved from Connecticut to Georgia to work for Adventures in Missions. But I believe that was just the beginning of a new season in my life, that there’s even more ministry ahead, and that at least part of it intersects with ministry to other parents.

Acts 13:36, in commenting on King David, says that he died after serving God’s purpose in his own generation. That idea – of serving God’s purpose in my own generation – fuels my desire to journey well to the end.

So – when I originally wrote this I was headed to Parent Launch, to meet face to face many of the parents who had been blessing me daily with their support of their Racers, with the generosity of spirit already evident in their Facebook group and with their willingness to care more about the kingdom than about having their children close by.

I can’t wait to see what their journeys – and mine – will look like over the next 11 months.

Update: Since then we’ve done 2-4 Parent launches a year for over 10 years (with a brief interruption for Covid). It never gets old! It’s still one of my favorite parts of my job.

India

In August 2012 I took my first trip to India. I’ve been back two other times. It’s still a hard location for me. There is a spiritual heaviness that I feel every time I’m there. But I also leave a bit of my heart there every time I go.

After returning from a short term mission trip to India in August 2012, my mind was full of all kinds of thoughts – about India, about orphans, about lepers. About brothers and sisters in Christ coming together and transforming from individuals into a team. About short term missions in general. About spiritual confusion and spiritual warfare. About humility. Too much for one post …

So here are some highlights, with more thoughts perhaps coming later.

Some of the things I’d heard about India proved to be true. To say there is an abundance of sights, sounds and smells would be an understatement. It’s true that there is an almost constant stench of human and animal waste – but then you’ll catch a whiff of richly spiced food or chai tea and it’s wonderful. It’s true that there is trash everywhere you look, and dust, and dirt – but in the midst of that are exquisitely colored saris and punjabis. Car rides are punctuated by “I love those colors together” or “look at that one”. Horns honk constantly and peacocks squawk. Cows do wander the streets, often deciding to lie down and rest in the middle of the road – and traffic detours around them. Driving is an adventure – and not something I could ever imagine mastering. Lanes are mere suggestions, two lanes are wide enough for three or more cars, the oncoming lane is up for grabs if it’s empty. We referred to it as video game driving or “Tetris” driving. But after the initial shock, you realize there’s a certain efficiency to it.

So India engages the senses.

It’s also a place of spiritual confusion, where inanimate gods are given honor and children are dedicated to them. And although it is not illegal to be a Christian in India, believers are often persecuted. The first few nights seemed to bring an unusual number of fear-based dreams and experiences to the team – reminding us of the fact that the enemy notices when light invades darkness and causing us to step up in the authority we have in Christ to overcome the enemy, to dismantle his ability to invade our space. Team members took steps of courage and faith, they shared vulnerably, they loved well – and heaven invaded earth.

And in this setting, we met amazing people. Victor and Simini, a married couple who run the orphanage and whose generosity of spirit make it a family. There’s Sapna and Lincy, Victor and Simini’s sisters, who are also giving their lives to this call. The 29 children they treat as their own captured our hearts, probably forever. To worship with them on a Sunday morning is to be blessed beyond measure. My children’s ministry heart soared as the children shared testimony and praise and prayer right alongside the adults. And when the children prayed over us on the last day … there are not words to describe what that was like.

Then there are the women at the leper colony, catching us off-guard by how funny they are and how much they laugh. Wonderfully feisty older women who loved having their nails painted, making thread bracelets and playing hand clapping games. Where a lack of common language did not seem to matter.

And the pastor who has spent his life ministering in the slums, enduring the persecution of his family as he leads a small congregation in the midst of Hindu territory. His humility and steadfast obedience to a hard call make me so aware of the places in my life where a sense of entitlement or a desire for personal glory have not been completely rooted out.

One of the concerns about short term missions is that teams come in and then they leave. But on this trip I was invited into existing friendships, especially with the orphanage. The children remembered the team leaders from last year. The adults at the orphanage have been Facebook friends with the team leaders, and now with me. Throughout the week, the team women would sit with Simini and Sapna and realize we were talking about and joking about the things that we talk and joke about with our girl friends back home. The tears shed as we said good-byes were the tears shed as friends say good-bye for a period of time.

What does it mean that my heart is now linked to India? To these children? To these brothers and sisters in Christ? I don’t know yet. But I’ll be asking the Lord to speak into that in the days and weeks and months ahead.

Note: In the years since this trip, I’ve taken groups of World Race parents to India twice. While I have never felt a long term call there, I do feel heart tugs at time and nudges to pray.

What I’ve Learned About Busy Seasons

In the ten+ years since this was written in July 2012, busy seasons have come and gone. But I’m grateful for what I’ve learned about navigating them.

Let me start off by saying this: I don’t hate most busy seasons. I often willingly make choices that create busy seasons. I like the sense of accomplishing something, of being part of something big. When it is wonderful, I’m grateful that I’m busy with fun and meaningful things. But sometimes busy seasons turn into busy “norms” and it creates a pace I can’t sustain forever. So I’ve reflected on busy seasons – and what it means to live out a desire to go full steam for as long as I can.

What have I learned? How do I do this? What do I still have to learn?

Learning to distinguish the truly urgent and the truly important is essential.
I have to manage my energy – not just my time. Just because there are hours left in the day does not mean I should say “yes”. And just because I say “no” it doesn’t mean that I am letting someone down.
I’m an introvert. I have to remember that and realize that introversion requires some schedule adjustments in order to stay healthy in the long run.
I can’t sustain busy seasons for as long as I used to without a break. Instead of months or years, I have to think in terms of weeks or maybe months – and then make sure there’s some down time scheduled. I don’t need a lot of recovery time, but I need a bit more than I used to.
When I am busy and tired, I acutely feel the loneliness of not having a spouse/companion in this. No one at home to help shoulder the load or pick up the slack – from the little things like replacing burned out light bulbs to the big projects.
I have to choose to not get stuck there (in #5) or let the enemy get a foothold in that. It’s a symptom of deep tiredness and the truth is I’ve been called to a rich and full life of following Jesus, whether I have a companion in it or not.
I’ve had to develop a greater willingness to ask for help and to accept offers of help. Trying to be self-sufficient is never a good idea but during busy seasons it will drain me even more.
I need to give myself permission to not do everything – whether it’s posting a weekly blog or entertaining people who are staying at the house or getting the guest room painted.
I have to let go of more non-essentials than I do during non-busy seasons. During busy seasons, the house may be a bit dirtier when guests arrive. We may order pizza for dinner rather than cooking the meal I’d love to cook. Homemade cookies get made less often. I know these things don’t really matter in the big picture – but I do miss being able to do them.
This one is the biggest change from ten years ago. When originally written, I had recently re-entered the full-time work force after 20+ years of being a stay at home mom and church volunteer. This is no longer an issue for me, in large part because my job has evolved in ways that do provide me with a great deal of flexibility. Realizing that there are things I no longer have time to do can make me discontent with the reality of having to work full time. I struggle with that from time to time – and the enemy tries to get a foothold here as well. I miss the flexibility I used to have, and yet I’m grateful that I get to do something I love. And even if I didn’t love it, I can still choose to not let my circumstances define my happiness.
Letting go of things like cooking for guests and having homemade cookies around for them can become a test of where I find my identity.
I lay down my pride and I don’t fret over the fact that I didn’t know the guest bath tub drained slowly. There was a time when I would have beat myself up for missing that detail. Now I’m just grateful that a guest told me – and took care of it for me.
The toll that loss of sleep, stress eating or lack of exercise takes is exaggerated compared to the effect years ago. I have to find ways to maintain healthy routines even in busy seasons.
The One who calls me to this is so much more important than what keeps me busy (even if it is “ministry”). If I’m in this for the long haul, I need to make sure my “to do” list doesn’t take over. I have a tendency to ask more of myself than He asks. So I need to keep looking in His eyes and listening to His voice and taking my cues from Him.

When I wrote this, there was a light at the end of the tunnel at the moment – a few days without full day events needing my attention. I was ready for the break, but I was also already looking forward to the next busy season. There were exciting things ahead that I g0t to be part of.

Is There A Better Question?*

Over the years I’ve found myself having conversations that include the question “Is it okay if I _________?” [Or alternatively, the declaration that “There’s nothing wrong with ________.”] I’ve been on both sides – as the one saying those things and the one hearing them.

Sometimes it is a sincere desire to discern God’s will and you are bringing a trusted friend or counselor into that process. But what about the times when it ends up being a thinly veiled request for “permission” to do something you want to do anyway? Or a justification for your actions? When you are primarily covering yourself by making sure that scripture (or some other authority) doesn’t explicitly prohibit it?

The topic can be anything – from what you watch on TV to bending the rules in business or relationships.

But is it the best question to ask? Does this question (Is it okay if I …?) really lead us to fullness of life? Or does it reinforce a minimalist mentality – i.e., how close to the line can I live and still be technically okay? How little do I have to do? How much can I get away with? Doesn’t this draw us toward rules and regulations and checklists as proof that we’re okay with God and others – and therefore doesn’t it keep us under the Law?

I believe there’s a better question, one I learned from Andy Stanley many, many years ago:

“Is it wise for me to _________ ?”

As stated in the footnote, I originally heard this in an Andy Stanley sermon series. He expands this question even further:

In light of my past experiences, my current circumstances and my future hopes and dreams,

what is the wise thing for me to do?

Are you willing to ask yourself that? I think it’s a harder question than “Is it okay”. It cuts deeper. In fact, a hesitation or unwillingness to ask the question is probably a sign of what the answer is. We can get away with “is it okay (i.e., not specifically prohibited)”. We squirm more under “is it wise”.

There’s another thing I’ve discovered. When talking with others, you have an entirely different conversation when you couch it in terms of wisdom rather than right and wrong. It lets you talk about the uniqueness of their situation – their past, their present circumstances, their hopes and dreams. You don’t resort to the expected Christian pat answers or cliches. You are less harsh and judgmental. They are typically less defensive. You both stay more relationally engaged.

A couple of quick disclaimers.

I’m not suggesting over-spiritualizing everything to the point you feel you never get “time off”. Caring for yourself, doing things that bring rest and nourishment and fun are wise.
Don’t use “wisdom” as an excuse for not taking leaps of faith or steps of obedience. I’m not talking in this post about the worldly wisdom that would discourage you from listening to and following the promptings of the Holy Spirit.

So – Are you willing to set the bar higher? To not settle for “okay”. To change the question from “Is it okay?” to “Is it wise?” To have different kinds of conversations?

*Essentially everything in this post comes from a sermon series by Andy Stanley published, as best I can remember, as Foolproof Your Life and later as The Best Question Ever and preached, again as best I can remember, somewhere between 2002 and 2006. This post comes primarily from the first sermon in the series, but to this day I can still tell you the topics of every sermon in the series. My small group went through the DVDs (it was the pre-download era) and it changed how we talked within the group and how we engaged others in conversation. All these years later (in 2023), we still use this as a guideline..

Friends and Community

Originally published in June 2012. Most of these people are still in my life and our friendships have grown deeper over the last 10 years.

Starting with an update. While I still work in Parent Ministry for Adventures in Missions, I now do it remotely from Florida. And once again, I am building community in a new location. My shyness and introversion still impact that – but not to the same degree they did 10 years ago. There’s a comfort level when I’m in new situations or new groups of people that is the result of 10 years of growth. I’m much less hesitant to initiate connection. And bit by bit, my new home feels like community.

But here’s where I was 11 years ago …

In June 2012 I returned to Georgia after a visit to Connecticut. It was my first visit back after moving to Georgia eleven months before. So here are some thoughts on friends and community – and what I’m being challenged to do.

It was wonderful to be back – to see friends and supporters and acquaintances. To visit familiar places. To eat Tulmeadow ice cream for dinner (and lunch). To worship with my church family. To have the long conversations over breakfast and lunch that are harder to do while I’m working full time in another state.

Friends are treasured gifts. And I have the best ones I could ever imagine. I lived in Connecticut for 17 years and deep, deep friendships grew there. We shared life together for a long time – part of it during a season where I needed more than my fair share of shoulders to cry on. I have friends I can confide anything to, that know how to have fun, that laugh, that talk about things that matter. Friends that I would trust with my life. There are friends that grew out of our kids’ connection, or a shared ministry at church, or co-workers at school. Some of them have driven hundreds of miles to see me since I’ve moved. Or made curtains for my new house. Or sent notes of encouragement at just the right time.

Good and deep and lasting friends are rare and I am grateful for them.

But I had something else in Connecticut. I had community – and I think that’s rarer. It’s harder to describe. I had it in a church community that loved me and cared for me and welcomed my gifts. Where I was able to serve and grow. Where 35 people showed up to do over 120 combined hours of work on a Saturday when I needed help getting the house ready to go on the market in the midst of an excruciatingly painful divorce. I had it in that same church community who held out the promise of healing. Yes, it was individuals who did the practical steps of walking me into that healing but I knew they were part of something bigger – a community that made that possible.

I had community in a small group. All of the individuals in the group were friends in their own right. But the small group was more than just a random collection of friends. There was a corporate aspect to it – a commitment to speak truth to each other, to support each other, to hold each other accountable, to challenge each other to grow. To do life together in practical ways. To paint each other’s houses, to watch movies together, to pray for each other. The effect was greater than the sum of its parts. It’s a group that made an annual trip to Disney, that worked together in ministry opportunities like Day Camp or tag sales, that can get together and pick up where we left off – despite the fact that I’m now in Georgia and another couple is in Indiana.

World Racers talk a lot about community when they return from the Race. They have experienced it – and they don’t want to lose it. I understand that.

I think friendships come easier than community does. But I no longer want to settle just for friendships. I think we need to be part of a community that brings life to us, that calls out the best in us, that challenges us, that does life with us on a day in and day out basis.

So – do I regret leaving all that behind to move to Georgia? It was the hardest part about moving but I discovered something on my trip back to Connecticut. As wonderful as it was to be there and to reconnect with friends, there was no second guessing my decision to move. I know I’m where I am supposed to be.

I sometimes wonder whether the community I had in Connecticut was a fluke, something that I will never have again. But I’m hopeful that as I continue to live life with friends and co-workers in Georgia, that it will happen. It’s worth the effort it takes to find it.

And so I’m challenged to step up my efforts to help create it. To overcome my shyness and my fear that people are too busy to want to spend an evening together eating dinner or playing games or taking walks. To confront my introversion and be better about inviting people (or maybe to team up with an extrovert who can do the inviting).

My insecurities cause me to want to be invited into community rather than being the initiator of it. There’s less fear of rejection that way. But I want to change that, to be proactive. I want to be someone who creates community, not just friendships.