All posts by Don Stephens

I'm a musician, teacher, and "sheepdog" with a passion for the Kingdom of God. Currently I work with Youth With a Mission, traveling, investing in young people, and teaching Worldview and the Kingdom of God.

Natural therapy and the coming reign

I’m pretty sure the high point of today will be a walk in the woods I just enjoyed with my friend, Ronnie.  Our conversation moved noticeably from preoccupation with the size of our problems to wonderment at the size of a tree.  Once again the beauty of God’s creation has been therapy to my heart.

I’m back in Maryland at my Mom’s house enjoying a few days of relaxation.  It’s been a daily challenge not to get all bogged down in the daily doses of politics being served up by the media.  As a Kingdom person I’m fascinated by all the ideas and dialogue, but I have to keep reminding myself that America, (wonderful as it is), is a fallen kingdom at best, temporal and steeped in materialism, pride, and the love of money.  It’s not the real kingdom that will smash all the others to smithereens.  (Daniel 2:35)  Any hope grounded in America itself rather than in the eternal reign of the King is both misplaced and empty.

Of course that’s not easy for me.  As someone who has grown up under the shade of American security, it’s quite alarming to see our foundations beginning to crack at breakneck speed.  And a leisurely walk through the woods can be a sweet reminder of the mustard seed kingdom that’s growing under our feet.

Leaving Sarajevo

I just received a note from a dear friend who asked if I’m about to pull out of Sarajevo.  I guess I haven’t been too clear about that, but I actually will be pulling up my stakes on Wednesday, day after tomorrow.

This move has been a long time coming.   And I’m not too clear about where it will lead.  What I know for now is that God spoke to me awhile back that I was to move on from Sarajevo.   This will no longer be my primary address, though I DO feel I’ll continue to play a role here in Bosnia, and will most likely be traveling in and out for years to come.  There’s just too much “home” here to leave completely, and besides that I feel in some ways that I’m just getting to the place where I can be effective.

The next few months are shaping up with travel and teaching in various YWAM bases in Europe and the US.  There’s a real expectancy in my spirit about the coming adventure of having to trust God “on the road.”  This weekend I’ll be celebrating the marriage of my nephew (Doug) in Pennsylvania, followed by a short visit with my Mom and family in Maryland.  After that, Budapest, Colorado Springs, and Kona Hawaii.

As always I value the prayers of all of you who keep up with me via this blog.  There are so many unanswered questions that have me standing on tiptoe.  The kingdom is such a vast place, and the opportunities are staggering.  Stay tuned!

Nathaniel’s adventure

If you’ll remember a few months ago I was talking about “Nathaniel”, whose real name is Amer, and who told me he “felt like he’d been waiting his entire life to hear about Jesus.” It’s been about a year now since we first met, and he’s been a breath of fresh air to me with his pure heart and courageous testimony. About a month ago he even made the tough choice of quitting his job rather than continuing the pattern of stealing in place among his co-workers.

Well…. today he he was granted a visa that will enable him attend the YWAM Discipleship Training School in Atlanta, Georgia, beginning September 27th. He’s had his heart set on a DTS since I first mentioned it to him last fall. And with his visa and his acceptance into the school it seems God is granting him the desire of his heart.

I got all teary-eyed when he came bouncing out of the American Embassy with the good news. He’s so excited to get some training so he can come back to Bosnia and share his faith with his friends.

Please be praying for Amer. The US will be an adjustment for him, and there’ll be new challenges every day. He’ll also need financial help for the school, the travel, and his outreach to Africa. So if you’d like to help, drop me a line at hawaiidon@aol.com and I’ll let you know how you can do that.

Until now I wanted to respect Amer’s privacy by not posting his photo.
But he’s been ready to “go public” for awhile now.

PS: I leave in the morning for five days of teaching in Bulgaria. I”ll be needing prayer, too!

Just a note…

Just a few lines of update until I can put together something more substantial.

Sarajevo days are getting appropriately shorter as my time here draws to a close.  With only a bit over two weeks left, I’m trying to get in as much time with friends as possible.   The time with Adam and Brian was like a cold drink on a hot day: lots of sweet encounters, stimulating conversations, and memorable experiences.  I’ll be flying to Bulgaria on Wednesday, Sept. 3rd to teach on the Kingdom at the YWAM National Staff Retreat there.  Of course I’m excited as always.  Prayers are appreciated.  The students will be full time YWAM staff and career missionaries.   So I feel appropriately humbled and needy of grace.  Thanks for reading!

Report from camp

Camp week in Romania was an exhilarating experience. The 40-50 young people were some of the most eager students I’ve had yet. Lots of great discussions about the Kingdom, prayer times with individuals looking for their place, and simply drinking in the beauty of the little village of Prod. After an unplanned session on grace, one young friend sat down across from me and said “So… you slaughtered a few sacred cows today, didn’t you?” I’m always saddened at the narrow understanding most believers have of the grace of God. It’s no wonder we’ve become known for our legalism and judgmental attitudes. Back in Sarajevo I’m hosting two dear American friends, Brian and Adam. It’s been a real gift from the Father to have the rich, daily fellowship we’ve been enjoying. Tomorrow we head for the Croatian Coast for a few days before escorting Brian on to Genoa, Italy, for Architectural studies. I feel so blessed.

This is the little village of Prod, Romania, site of last week’s camp. The second photo is of a few of the students.

To love the Truth

I don’t know which gripped my heart first: a love for the Kingdom, or a love for Truth. There’s no difference, really, because the Kingdom is the totality of Truth, and Truth is the Kingdom. In fact, the King himself declared “I am the… Truth.”

One of the greatest grievances I carry in my soul is the abandonment of truth I see in today’s culture, (both Bosnian and American, I’m sad to say). Living here in Sarajevo has worked in me an utter detestation of lies: They kill. They destroy. They create wars, poverty, bondage, prejudice, broken relationships and emotional illness. I suppose its simpler to recognize it here because it’s always easier to see someone else’s lies than your own.

Several years back my friend Bill Burtness gave me a little formula for knowing truth:

  • We’ve gotta be honest. A dishonest person can never grasp truth because his very being rejects it.
  • We must know why we believe what we believe.
  • We must know why we don’t believe what we don’t believe.
  • We must be willing to change.

It’s all such hard work, really: thinking and honesty, and being willing to change. I have to say it’s a daily challenge for me to to sift through information and news and even the perceptions of my heart. But for all the annoyance, it’s worth it to occasionally find a little nugget of the Kingdom hidden under the rocks of illusion. It’s like discovering treasure in a field.

“The pursuit of truth shall set you free – even if you never catch up with it.”
– Clarence Darrow

The capture of Karadzic

I’m sure some of my friends are wondering how the capture of Radovan Karadzic, (the accused war criminal), has played out itself out here in Sarajevo. It’s been a quiet response. I think people have just taken a collective sigh of relief. Hopefully justice will be served by the Hague, and Bosnia will be able to move another step towards healing. It was encouraging that the Serbian police arrested him rather than the international police force. That, too, will be a positive step in relations between Bosnia and Serbia.

Reflections of the Trinity

Today I had a sweet opportunity to share my Kingdom stuff, (six hours worth), with a small group of missionary friends. It’s the first time I’ve had the chance to share the teaching in its entirety here in Sarajevo. And that in itself was a real gift

But even sweeter was a dream I had last night: I fell asleep thinking about the Trinity, and how so much of life reflects the stunning oneness in diversity that spoke the world into existence.

At 2:30 am I woke up with a string of ideas rumbling around so strongly in my heart that I had to get up and write them down: Human beings are a trinity of body, soul and spirit. Atoms a trinity of electron, neutron, proton. Family is a trinity of man, woman, child. Music a triune oneness of melody, harmony and rhythm. Musical harmony consists of three distinct tones played as one. All the colors of the spectrum flow from a trinity of three primary colors. Matter exists in a threeness of liquid, solid, and gas. Time is comprised of past, present and future. Creation is a trinity of animal, vegetable and mineral kingdoms. And we live in a three dimensional world of height, width depth. It’s no wonder the angels cry Holy! Holy! Holy!

Learning from the sunflowers

Sunflowers are really cool: flowers made with a message. I passed fields and fields of them in Transylvania; several million I’d bet if you could tally them up. And invariably they had their faces full open to the sun. Morning pose: bowed to the east. Noontime posture: erect and looking up. Evening position: nodding to the west. It’s a great parable for me right now.

I’m back in Sarajevo and feeling grateful and rested, but troubled. Been seeing some things, and reading up on other worrisome trends in the church: teachers, healers, “prophets”, “miracle workers”… many of them quite quirky. It weirds me out completely, (and embarrasses me for unbelievers), to watch some of the antics on YouTube that we so quickly attribute to the Holy Spirit.

For several days now I’ve been asking God to sort out some of this stuff for me. Been reading lots of scripture about discernment, false teachers, sound doctrine, and deceptive spirits. It just feels like we’re blithely embracing just about any happy-clappy thing that comes down spiritual pipeline these days. A friend reminded me this morning: “You just gotta keep your eyes focused on the simplicity of Christ”, (like those sunflowers seem to do). When Jesus walks onto the scene, whether in the face of a stranger, in a revival meeting, or at the end of the age, I want to be looking in the right direction and recognize the genuine lover of my soul. Don’t wanna fall for some cheap counterfeit.

Compatability issues

I arrived in Romania Sunday afternoon, and have a class of young people from seven different nations. Several are former students from past schools, so it’s a joy to reconnect and to hear the stories they’re living.

The forty hour trip from Albania was taxing to say the least: a non-air conditioned bus, upright, non-reclining seats, and passengers lighting up along the way! But even worse was the toll of Communism that unfolded in the passing scenery. For the first ninety minutes I counted military bunkers built by the Albania’s former dictator, Envir Hoxha.  Stopping at one hundred fifteen, (out of a purported seventy thousand!), I turned to writing in my journal:

“Run down properties, soupy, polluted streams and a littered roadside reel past my bus window. The cities are crowded with decaying Communist apartment blocks, discarded scrap, and half-finished projects. One ten mile stretch of oily, abandoned factories with their overgrown parking lots weighed especially heavy on my spirit.

‘You were never meant to live in such a place,’ the Spirit whispered. ‘This is the work of the enemy, whose purpose it is to destroy the bright, the beautiful, and the glorious. You were meant to live in a world of glory and gardens, beauty and brightness, purity and order. In the same way that glory feeds the human spirit, destruction and disarray burdens the soul and depresses the heart.’ ” Communism is incompatible with human life.

But when the church neglects the message of the kingdom, Marxist ideology surfaces as one of the few human ideas that actually talks about justice, equality, and a future. That’s why I’m here, to point to the real thing: the Kingdom of God.