God’s economy

I’m not one to talk about finances. In the fifteen years I’ve been with YWAM God has miraculously provided my needs year after year without having to write monthly support letters and doing the regular fundraising that many of my collegues are accustomed to.  I wish all my missionary friends were blessed with the same kind of grace and amazing supportive friends who just seem to hear God at the proper time and contribute to my support.

But we had a financial miracle occur on campus this past week week that merits telling.  The University of the Nations has not escaped the convulsions of the economy.  Student enrollment is down.  Giving is down, and expenses are up.  April is a crucial month for us with a $600,000.00 payment due on the campus debt.  So our campus leaders went to God for instructions, and His word to them was: (1) take up an offering at the regular Thursday night meeting, (a gathering of YWAMers and local friends that normally draws about five hundred people and brings in a typical offering of around $2,000.00), and (2) challenge our own people to give sacrificially before we invite anyone else to help with the need.

When Loren Cunningham, (our founder), explained the need and invited people to give towards the eight figure total, an offering of over $602,400.00 was collected!   We were stunned by God’s provision.

Not long ago God spoke to an outreach team in Europe and told them to go to China with only enough money for part of their living expenses.  He told them, “I will provide the remainder of it there.” So with great excitement they arrived in China and used what money they had for ministry, food and accommodations.  And when and they got down to their last meal, they prayed and asked God what they should do.  One of the young students began chuckling and declared, “God is telling me we’re going to ‘eat’ money.” So after a good laugh, and renewed confidence in God they went to the local bakery to buy a loaf of bread with their last remaining coins.

When they sat down around the table and cut into the bread, they found baked inside a roll of bills that was just the amount they needed for the remaining weeks of their outreach.

The point for me in these two stories is that these unsteady times will require God’s children to be actively listening for his instructions, and living generous, sacrificial lives.

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A few of our students watching the breakers.

The payoff

In the middle of staffing the DTS in Kona, Hawaii, I’ve taken a week off to teach in the Discipleship Training School in Colorado Springs. So this afternoon I’m looking out the window at snow flurries and enjoying a few days of brisk winter weather before I return to Kona in the morning.

The past few weeks have been full of delightful moments of watching young people learn to hear God’s voice, breaking free from fears and addictions, discovering grace, and embracing the adventure of the Kingdom. This week was summed up for me after class yesterday when eighteen year old Alex prayed “Father…. I’m so excited about your kingdom, I can’t even stand still!”

It was a special treat this week to discover that the students I had last fall had returned from their outreach just as I was arriving at the base. So I got to hear some great stories from their times in Cambodia, Thailand, India, Nepal and Morocco: of people who embraced Jesus, children who were clothed and cared for, and prostitutes who left the trade. This is the payoff I live for: seeing radical young disciples mobilized to change the world.

I’ve been negligent with this blog lately, but I’m going to try to do better –  even if it’s only a short few lines.  Thanks for dropping by.

Being like my dad…

Last Friday in class we reflected on Rembrandt’s Return of the Prodigal Son, and I saw a fresh flash of beauty that has escaped me for a lifetime.  (Don’t you love it when God does that!?)

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For the past thirty years I’ve been reading the Prodigal story and asking myself which character I am most like: the ungrateful, younger son of rebellion, or the iron-hearted older brother with an attitude,  (pictured standing at the right).  Sadly I invariably conclude that I have been and will likely continue to be a mixture of both.  But the point I saw on Friday is that we are to be like neither, but like the Father, filled with excruciating compassion and yearning for the return of the boy.  It’s a story about love, tenderness and mercy, and we are to be ever scanning the horizon with the Father in hopeful anticipation of prodigals.

But the real zinger came three days later when Vishal Mangalwadi explained to us: (this will be a loose quote)

“The Moral Majority in America became the moral minority because it had the spirit of the older son, and not the spirit of the Father.  Many of the America’s prodigals know they are squandering their father’s wealth, but they would rather live in a distant land than to return to the home of the older brother.”

I wanna be like my Father: broken-hearted and waiting at the door without an ounce of judgment.

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A few our our Justice DTS students helping me celebrate my birthday.

Turning 56

Another year older, and I’m at peace with it. I never EVER imagined being fifty six, but since I’ve arrived at this august marker I’m resolute to embrace it with joy. “Dethroning the idol of youth” is what I’m thinking; Another year closer to Jesus, and hopefully another year more like him.

A little gang of fifteen students, (the oldest of which was less than half my age), took me to lunch down by the sea. For a birthday gift I asked each one to share some word of wisdom, and so while the Pacific breakers crashed behind us I was treated to a smorgasbord of international advice. Afterward we found a grassy spot and played volleyball, and I felt God smile at me. “This is especially for you” He said.

I love my life. Childhood dreams never stretched so far as to imagine the kingdom adventure I get to live every day. Challenges keep squeezing me forward, like this week’s fresh conviction to surrender my preference for comfort and prerogative of holding onto things. (In a years’ time I intend to own measurably fewer possessions than I own now).

After sunset I found a place on the seawall and watched – or more accurately – experienced the thunderous Pacific waves. They’re unusually massive this week due to stormy weather. It was a good day all the way around.

For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress. And as the evening twilight fades away the night is filled with stars invisible by day.

H. W. Longfellow

Where it all begins

ford-maddox-brown_christ-washing-1848Every good thing finds its origin within the circle of the Trinity.  Honor, justice, love, joy and beauty with a thousand other gifts are simple reflections of the “circle dance” of life that pulses between Father, Son, and Spirit:

  • Honor reflects the way they relate to one another.
  • Love reflects the way they care for each other.
  • Order is a shadow of the way Father, Son and Spirit work together.
  • Joy pictures the delight they find in each another.

Beauty in all its forms is nothing more than the visible reflections of an invisible God. And lately I’ve been making a spiritual/mental exercise of tracing the “beautiful things” of life back to their source.

This past week I was pondering the stunning beauty of Jesus washing his disciples’ feet:  Were on earth did such a sublime idea originate?

“Jesus said to them, “Truly, truly I tell you, the Son can do nothing on his own accord, but only what he sees the Father doing. For what he does, the Son does likewise.”

Where else but in the circle of the Trinity?   It must have been that Jesus saw this staggering act of humility enacted within the affectionate fellowship of the Godhead: Father, Son and Spirit “washing” each others’ feet!  It makes me smile to think of such a God.

Learning to trace these good gifts of life back to their source has done wonders for my vision of God and sanctified my life in ways I never thought possible .

A change of plans…

Two days before Christmas I got a call from a friend asking me to come and staff the justice-focused DTS (Discipleship Training School) in Kona, Hawaii for the next three months. After prayer and relinquishing all the happy expectations I had for this time, I felt like God said, “Go. This is an opportunity I’ve opened for you.” So with only days to prepare, I arrived here on Monday night.  It’s been a delightful adventure so far, and I expect to have some great things to report in the coming weeks!

In the meantime I’ve been thinking about how grateful I am for friends like you who faithfully read these entries, pray, support, and converse with me through your comments.  You have no idea what a blessing it is to log on and see that some sweet friend has dropped in and left a note of encouragement or some thoughts to chew on.  You are part of a small army who keeps me encouraged, supported, and challenged.  THANK YOU, (or as they say in Kona “mahalo”), for being a part of this adventure!!


“One individual life may be of priceless value to God’s purposes,
and yours may be that life.”
Oswald Chambers

Makeover TV and the kingdom

old-house-2-bwI hardly ever watch TV, but the other day I happened to be in the gym and got sucked into a makeover show about – of all thing – restaurants.  As the hour unfolded I was astonished at how my heart was so moved by this tired old restaurant being brought back to life.   So I listened:  “What’s up Father?  Why am I feeling emotional about this?” (I’m being very real here, at the risk of sounding like a mush).  The answer came quickly: “It’s a kingdom thing.  Makeover is just another word for redemption.  And I’ve wired the human heart to respond to redemption.”

Do you know there are as many as fifteen TV shows out there about makeovers?  I just did a quick search and found makeover shows about cars, people, pets, houses, restaurants, weight loss, wardrobes, rooms, and garages.  Network TV has tapped into our heart’s longing to see all things made new.   It seems that once our hearts recognize the kingdom, there’s no going back.  It crops up everywhere, even in makeover TV.

“And he said to me, Son of man, can these bones live? And I answered,
O Lord, you know.”
– Ezekiel 37:3

Is Jesus still a man?

circle-dance-black“Is Jesus still a man, and does it really make any difference if He is or isn’t?” I’ve had this conversation with a several friends this past week, and I want to say YES he IS, and that makes ALL the difference in the world!  If the whole incarnation was about nothing more than Jesus going to the cross to purchase forgiveness, then I suppose it really doesn’t matter.   The humanity of Jesus might easily be something he could shed like a suit of work clothes once the job was completed.  But if the incarnation goes beyond forgiveness to adoption, then the fact that there is still a man, (a divine God-man), sitting at the right hand of the Father means that you and I have a tangible human connection – a “brother” – within the eternal circle of the Trinity.

“That which is born of the flesh is flesh; and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit.” (John 3:6)  Jesus, being a Spirit from eternity past, had to be born of the flesh in order to become in every sense the God-man. In the same way, you and I, having been born of the flesh a few decades ago, must also be born of the Spirit in order to share that same amazing relationship He enjoys with his Father. (John 17:11 & 22)  Jesus is not only our Savior; he is our divine/human connection between the Triune God and mankind.  And that is crucially important if we are to delight in our place as God’s adopted sons and daughters. (See Ephesians 1:5 and Galatians 4:5)

How do we know Jesus is still a man?  The resurrected Jesus invited Thomas to feel the wounds in his hands. (John 20:27). He was hungry, asked for food, and ate it. (Luke 24:42).  He ascended into heaven as a man, (a glorified man, yet still a man), and the angel promised that He would return “in the same way you saw him go up into heaven.” (Acts 1:11)

Jehovah’s Witnesses, Mormons and Gnostics of every sort reject this idea.  But more tragic still, the church has overlooked it to the point that many even wonder if it’s important at all.  And so we stop at forgiveness when we could be enjoying fellowship around the table of the Father, Son, and Spirit.  This Christmas I’m rejoicing not only because the Savior broke the curse of sin, but because his incarnation gives me a place at his table today.  I am no longer alone.

“God sent him to buy freedom for us who were slaves to the law, so that he could adopt us as his very own children.” (Galatians 5:5)

Following the questions…

For the past two weeks I’ve been in South Carolina listening to the stories of old friends and new friends.   Something is afoot with people all over.  From Hungary to Hawaii, from the Mason-Dixon line to the Bible Belt people are restless and tired of the same ‘ol same ‘ol.  In this South Carolina community known for church hopping, friends are giving up even on the hope of finding the missing piece in the church across the way.  They’re asking (at last) questions that could lead us right into a twenty-first century Reformation: “Where are people experiencing grace?”  “Where are broken people sharing their lives in authentic community?”  “Where are weary ones resting in the love of the Father?”  “Where are weak and the poor being cared for?” “Where is the kingdom?”

Religion has set itself up for a fatal blow.  If these questions are left unchecked they’ll lead into something as new as tomorrow and as old as the dance between the Father, Son and Spirit:  If we’re not careful such dangerous questions might lead to the end of religion itself to a wide-open movement that follows Jesus into the radical, unorthodox ways of the kingdom.