Sunday, October 21, 2012

There is Joy in the Journey



21 October 2012
1st Presbyterian Church
Granbury, TX

Isaiah 35:1-10
John 16:16-20
Jude 1:23-25


I was driving home from the airport on Sunday night, well, Monday morning.  It was almost 1 in the morning and I was tired, but filled with joy and in the midst of praying thanks to God for the beautiful trip I had had to Detroit.  I was also asking God for inspiration for this sermon when a sound coming from the radio caught my ear and caused me to pause.  It was a beautiful, lilting piano and violin tune that immediately made me want to sing along.  The words to that song were perfect for my feelings – and I knew as soon as I heard them, the inspiration for this sermon…

Thereis a joy in the journey (click to listen)

There's a light we can love on the way

There is a wonder and wildness to life
And freedom for those who obey


http://durangotexas.blogspot.com/2011/01/fort-worths-shanty-town-for-homeless.html
It is a perfect description of how I feel about this journey into the mission field that has taken me from the housing projects to the homeless shelters to the most depressed schools in the city and on to the the streets of Ft. Worth. In all those places I found a joy beyond all understanding and then found it had expanded during my time in Ethiopia and kept on multiplying as I made my way around South Sudan.  Every time I think my joy in serving can’t get any bigger, God shows me that it can.

We all know it hasn’t gone quite the way I planned or I wouldn’t be standing here talking with you today.  When I think back on my time in South Sudan, flashes of joy are what stand out in my mind.  I don’t know what I expected when I got there – perhaps a bunch of sad, broken people.  Don’t get me wrong, there is sadness in their eyes, but there is a joy as well.  They experience joy in a way we cannot.


The flashes take me back to the day I arrived in Akobo. Before I went there I had asked what it was like.  The only answer I received from any one was “three days from anywhere”.  On that flight from Juba, I learned what three days from anywhere looks like as we flew over these vast expanses of African beauty.  It was harsh and barren with small villages and footpaths vanishing in the distance.  At times we were so low I could see women working and children playing.  I could see the smoke from farmer’s preparing for the coming planting season.  And as we followed a ribbon of river through the barrenness it occurred to me this is the Nile River – the Nile river that connects me today with the words of scripture since time began.  And my heart lept with joy.

Our arrival in Akobo was spectacular.  I am not sure, but I can’t imagine arriving in heaven being any more glorious.  We waited under a tree for the church leaders to come and come they did, far off in the distance we heard the sounds of native drums beating out praises and voices singing songs of joy and soon I was surrounded by women dressed in blue cloths praising God for sending me to them.    I think we all had tears of joy pouring down our faces and the words of the Isaiah had come true.  I entered Zion with singing, gladness and joy had overtaken me.


There are many moments that are now a part of the fabric of my life.  A few days later a little boy came to fetch me, his face beaming from ear to ear as he kept telling me over and over – Kreesmas dinner, kreesmas dinner.  I wasn’t sure what he meant but I soon found out. A group waited for me surrounded by a slaughtered calf laying on the ground.  They wanted to share the preparation of their Christmas dinner with me. They wanted to share the joy in the gift they had been given.  They are the people who had fled their homes and come to the church for protection.  Someone had left a cow at the church on Sunday for their offering and it had been given to them so they too might have Christmas dinner.

There was joy in the teaching as the women gathered to teach me their language.  I can’t even begin to count the number of times we laughed as I stumbled through their language lessons.  But the joy was not my own. It was theirs as well as they celebrated each new word that I learned to say correctly.
There was great joy as I learned my way around the market, how to buy things myself and to stop and visit with the shoeshine boys along the road and play a game of football or two with the boys tending the cows.

A short time later I thought the joy was gone when I boarded the UN plane that took me away to Malakal further north.  It was sitting at the docks on the Nile River one afternoon that the words of John came to life.  In our scripture reading today we find Jesus explaining to his disciples that in a while they won’t see him anymore and they were questioning.  He said to them, “Are you asking one another what I meant when I said, ‘In a little while you will see me no more, and then after a little while you will see me’? 20 Very truly I tell you, you will weep and mourn while the world rejoices. You will grieve, but your grief will turn to joy. 

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I was sitting there in a complete contrast of time and culture.  Large modern boats were moored along the dock and the shore nearby. Women and children were camped on beds lining the walkway. Dock hands were shouting commands at each other, and the street behind me was lined with people hawking their wares and one was lined with people who had lost all and were stretched out on whatever pieces of cardboard or discarded plastic they could find, laying in front of bombed out buildings.  The tea shop ladies were heating their kettles on small charcoal stoves and we laughed as I joined them for a cup of tea. The scent of poverty was thick in the air.  Ferocious looking armed soldiers were eyeing me with a cross between curiosity and complete hostility as I stood talking with a few teenage boys.

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I stayed for a while and as I looked across the river it was as if time had transported me back to Biblical times as I watched two men, one older, one younger and a young boy making their way through the swiftly moving current in a dug out log canoe with nothing but a stick to steer them as the elder man patiently taught the young boy how to navigate the current and then stood back and watched as he tried.  As I continued to watch, gazing across the river, boys grazing their cattle in pristine green fields came into focus as I caught a glimpse of a small village down the way with a stream of smoke coming through the roof of a small mud hut.
Behind me, I could feel the tears of the people who were waiting and hoping along the docks for other family members to make their way from far off places.  You see, these were the refugees – the returnees – people making their way back to the south from the north after years of war.  They were the internally displaced people who had fled the fighting that had caused my evacuation.  And in the midst of it all there was joy and there was laughter.

You see, they had wept and they had mourned, they had left those behind that they prayed they would see in a little while, and in their waiting their grief had turned to joy.  And, in the watching, so had mine.

 I left the dock that day feeling a little better, a little lighter, and as I made my way back to my compound, to the sounds of joy and laughter from people in the market I had come to know greeted me all along the way and, my grief had turned to joy as well.

The joy continued all the way to the border between the north and the south, along a dusty, dirt road filled with dirt moguls half the height of the land rover we were traveling in. It was the only road connecting Khartoum with South Sudan during the times of war.  The moguls were built to slow down troops coming from the north. It is  the road that is responsible for me hurting my shoulder and being here today and the road that is responsible for taking me to a place filled with great joy and teaching me that Helen Keller spoke great truth in the words “One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.” in the women I met there.

Women who told me they would take what they learned at the Women’s Leadership Conference back into places like Khartoum, Abeya, the Nuba Mountains – sites of great Muslim fanatics – they would teach what they learned and they would die, but they would go any way.  Those women were not going back in creeping – they were going in soaring.  They were soaring in faith in the words of Isaiah  Strengthen the feeble hands, steady the knees that give way;

say to those with fearful hearts, “Be strong, do not fear; your God will come, he will come with vengeance; with divine retribution he will come to save you.”


Even if God coming to save them meant Jesus’ words, “In a little while you will see me no more, and then after a little while you will see me.” should come true.  I know they would go marching into Zion with a complete and total joy in their hearts.
I know because I watched. We had layed in our beds the night before listening to the sounds of soldiers marching outside our window and mortars and gunfire in the distance, only to hear them return a short time later and the sound of bodies hitting the ground before they marched on again.  We had laid in the darkness, afraid to breath, afraid to move, waiting for what would come next. I watched them greet the morning after with great joy and songs of praise.

When I think about those days in Akobo, in Malakal, in Renk, I look back on the poverty – by our standards – that I saw there. And when I tell the stories – too many to share with you today – people often ask, how can I work there.  The answer is in the words from the Diary of Anne Frank – ““I don't think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains.”  And that is how I can work there and that is how I find the joy in the journey.

It is because there is so much beauty that remains in spite of the harsh conditions, in spite of the poverty, in spite of all the obstacles the people of South Sudan face as they begin to build their new country.  That beauty is the joy in which they face each new day, grateful to a God who protected them through the night because death comes to their villages in the night, to Jesus Christ who waits to greet them in a little while and to the Holy Spirit who wraps them in a web of love and care in spite of the harshness of their lives by our standards, they greet each day with joy, they look for joy and  they have found joy and shared it with me.

“Joy throbs throughout Scripture as a profound, compelling quality of life that transcends the events and disasters which may dog God’s people. Joy is a divine dimension of living that is not shackled by circumstances. The Hebrew word means, “to leap or spin around with pleasure.” In the New Testament the word refers to “gladness, bliss and celebration. To have...joy...in our lives is to recognize the journey involved in getting there."1


My prayer for you is that you will seek and you will find all the joy that God has to offer you in your journeys, that you will find the wonder and wildness to life and the freedom that comes when you obey.    And, that in finding it you come to know that “Joy is the infallible sign of the presence of God.”  (Pierre Teilhard de Chardin)

24 To him who is able to keep you from stumbling and to present you before his glorious presence without fault and with great joy— 25 to the only God our Savior be glory, majesty, power and authority, through Jesus Christ our Lord, before all ages, now and forevermore! Amen.


Note:  Since a lot of my photos were left behind in Addis or Malakal or Akobo...I admit, I used some photos I found on the internet because they were good representations of the stories  I was trying to convey.  I am grateful to the photographers for sharing their work on google images and I have shared their links below the photos.  If the photo does not have a link, they are my own.


Isaiah 35:1-10

New International Version (NIV)

Joy of the Redeemed

35 The desert and the parched land will be glad;

    the wilderness will rejoice and blossom.

Like the crocus, it will burst into bloom;

    it will rejoice greatly and shout for joy.
The glory of Lebanon will be given to it,
    the splendor of Carmel and Sharon;
they will see the glory of the Lord,
    the splendor of our God.

Strengthen the feeble hands,

    steady the knees that give way;

say to those with fearful hearts,
    “Be strong, do not fear;
your God will come,
    he will come with vengeance;
with divine retribution
    he will come to save you.”

Then will the eyes of the blind be opened

    and the ears of the deaf unstopped.

Then will the lame leap like a deer,
    and the mute tongue shout for joy.
Water will gush forth in the wilderness
    and streams in the desert.
The burning sand will become a pool,
    the thirsty ground bubbling springs.
In the haunts where jackals once lay,
    grass and reeds and papyrus will grow.

And a highway will be there;

    it will be called the Way of Holiness;

    it will be for those who walk on that Way.
The unclean will not journey on it;
    wicked fools will not go about on it.


No lion will be there,

    nor any ravenous beast;

    they will not be found there.
But only the redeemed will walk there,
10     and those the Lord has rescued will return.
They will enter Zion with singing;
    everlasting joy will crown their heads.
Gladness and joy will overtake them,
    and sorrow and sighing will flee away.


Psalm 28:6-8

New International Version (NIV)
Praise be to the Lord,

    for he has heard my cry for mercy.

The Lord is my strength and my shield;
    my heart trusts in him, and he helps me.
My heart leaps for joy,
    and with my song I praise him.

The Lord is the strength of his people,

    a fortress of salvation for his anointed one.

 

 

 

John 16:16-20

New International Version (NIV)
16 Jesus went on to say, “In a little while you will see me no more, and then after a little while you will see me.”
17 At this, some of his disciples said to one another, “What does he mean by saying, ‘In a little while you will see me no more, and then after a little while you will see me,’ and‘Because I am going to the Father’?” 18 They kept asking, “What does he mean by ‘a little while’? We don’t understand what he is saying.”
19 Jesus saw that they wanted to ask him about this, so he said to them, “Are you asking one another what I meant when I said, ‘In a little while you will see me no more, and then after a little while you will see me’? 20 Very truly I tell you, you will weep and mourn while the world rejoices. You will grieve, but your grief will turn to joy. 

Jude 1:23-25

New International Version (NIV)
23 save others by snatching them from the fire; to others show mercy, mixed with fear—hating even the clothing stained by corrupted flesh.[a]

Doxology

24 To him who is able to keep you from stumbling and to present you before his glorious presence without fault and with great joy— 25 to the only God our Savior be glory, majesty, power and authority, through Jesus Christ our Lord, before all ages, now and forevermore! Amen.




Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Who Wipes Their Tears?



What happens when you send a free pair of shoes to a “poor starving” kid in Africa (or anyplace else)?  The shoes are great!  Which one of the hundreds of children in a village who need them gets it?

How is the “chosen” one set apart from the others because he/she received the shoes and the others are barefoot or wearing old/tattered shoes?

How does the relief worker choose “the” child that will receive them and deal with the look of broken hearts on the faces of those who do not?  Who wipes their tears of sorrow and frustration that they can’t help them all?

How does the shoe repair boy pay for his food, clothing, and education when there are no old shoes to repair?

How does the shop owner stay in business, feed his family, provide for his children’s education when everyone waits for the next shipment of “free” shoes instead of buying new ones from the local source?
What about the people who make their livings shipping and supplying the shoes to the local shop owner?  Their sales are down and their families are affected as well.

Who holds their hands and wipes their tears when they can’t provide for their families?

What about the local manufacturers?  If there are so many free shoes, people will wait and not buy so the manufacturer has no demand and  they don’t  make them anymore.  They lose their business as well, along with the families that their business supported by providing them with an income so they could provide for their families.  Who holds their hand and wipes their tears?

I love the fact that we Americans love to give.  It makes us feel great!  We are contributing and there is great joy to be had in that for us.  We feel good. We feel proud.  We did something!

But, did we really???  I think back to the little boy in Malakal, South Sudan who told me “thank you for letting me go to school” every time I bought an onion from him.  You see, if I hadn’t bought his onion, he would not have made the money to pay his tuition or buy his supplies.  Or, to eat.  Who would have wiped his tears if no one bought his onions because they got them for free?

Who wipes their tears??

 Most of us don’t have the opportunity to pack our bags and leave home to follow Jesus command to go and make disciples of all nations, but with modern technology we don’t have to.  Do a Google search for online missions and online missionary and you will find millions of hits.  Scroll through; find one that is right for you.  In the time it takes to read your facebook posts or play an online games, you can mentor a child in a foreign country or a mom who just needs a lift on a bad day.  

How much better would it be to build a relationship, get to know someone one on one, learn about their lives and teach them about yours?  How much better to learn their history and culture first hand than to read it in a book or online? How much better could it be to get to know someone personally than to write an anonymous check?  

If you are not sure about the safety of the internet resources, contact your church organization for their missionaries working in a country that interests you.  Chances are, they will love to hear from you and perhaps can put you in contact with an organization in their area that needs your help.  Contact an organization working in a country you are interested in and offer to be an online partner.  

Perhaps when it is all said and done, they will wipe your tears.



Monday, October 15, 2012

They Cried Out in Hope


14 October 2012
Fort Street Presbyterian Church
Detroit, MI

Job 23:8-17
Psalm 65
Hebrews 4:12-16

I have a million memories floating in my mind of the time I spent in South Sudan.  Some are glimpses that raise their heads from time to time.  Others are indelibly etched in my soul and have become a part of the fabric of my life.  One of those moments is a night in a tiny village called Renk.  It is on the border between the north and the south.  I was privileged to be invited to be a part of a Women’s Leadership development conference.  There are many moments of that weekend that I remember, but one, in particular stands out for me…

The room was beginning to settle for the night, the women around me were sharing stories, gentle laughter and the humming of songs were combined with one, sitting on her cot next to me, reading out loud from her Bible.  Slowly, the room began to quiet, and in the quiet, we heard the sounds of boot steps on the road outside our window and a sense of fear was felt in the indrawn breaths of the women around me.  The candles were quickly extinguished.  The women settled in their beds and a dark silence filled the room, along with the feel of breaths being held in in a complete stillness I have never felt before. My friend Annie, who experienced such a time as a child growing up in Africa, describes it as “fear beyond fear”. The boots retreated down the road and were quiet, and in the silence we heard the sound of gunfire in the distance.
Not a sound was heard in our room.  Not a cover ruffled. I have never understood the term, “black silence”.  I do now it is a silence that is so dark and so thick and so filled with fear it can only be described as black.  “Black silence” permeated the room. We all waited for what would come next.  In the darkness, the boots came closer until they stopped right outside our window.  They were followed by the muffled sounds of voices and the sounds of bodies hitting the ground..  We lay in the dark, holding our breaths, afraid to move, waiting, praying.  Waiting for what would come next, praying for the safety of whoever was out there, praying for ourselves and praying for each other.  You see, death comes in the night to their villages.  They are the lucky ones, they are the ones who survived.

 The boots retreated and disappeared into the night.  A collective breath was felt.  A cover ruffled across the room as tensions were released and from the bed next to me the gentle voice of one of our leaders began to quietly sing out in a simple praise to God for his protection. A quiet voice that calmed the fears that permeated the room and silenced the muffled tears from women around us; prayers rose throughout the room and we were surrounded in them and in the presence of the Holy Spirit who was with us throughout those long moments of black silence. In the silence that followed, they cried out in hope.

In those moments following the sounds outside our window, I understood for the first time the words of Job as he cried out “If I go forward, he is not there; or backward, I cannot perceive him; 9on the left he hides, and I cannot behold him; I turn to the right, but I cannot see him.”  I could feel the women around me reliving their fears of the recent past. Memories were bouncing around the room as they remembered times when “crickets” – helicopters -  in the air had shot down friends and family as they tried to flee the battles of war.  A time when soldiers crashed through their villages kidnapping their women and children, stealing their cattle, destroying their crops and burning everything in their path.­   The next words of Job cried out in the darkness, “16God has made my heart faint; the Almighty has terrified me; 17If only I could vanish in darkness, and thick darkness would cover my face!  I could picture them reliving the many times that they had cried out in hope for family, for friends, for loved ones.

I could picture them, fleeing in the dark of night, not knowing where they were going or even if they would survive the night.  How many times did they wish they could vanish in the darkness and that the darkness would cover their faces and hide them from what was to come?

Slowly, they began to offer words of comfort to each other and wipe the tears of those that had been strangers a day ago.  I heard the creak of the bedsprings as one climbed from her bed and joined another to hold and comfort her until her sobbing ceased.  Slowly, the room settled into sleep and as I lay there I wondered what memories those sounds outside our window, had conjured up for the women around me.  God had blessed me, in those few short moments, with a brief glimpse into the fears these women had faced for years.  I wondered, as I lay there, what memories those sounds had conjured up for them.  Memories that you and I will, hopefully, never be able to understand or comprehend.
The morning came and life returned to “normal”, a day filled with celebrating God’s love and provision.  Those women had come through the eye of the needle and never lost their faith that God would protect them.  They had cried out in hope to their God and were saved.  As we joined in morning prayers and worship I could hear the words to 

Psalm 65…
Praise awaits[b] you, our God, in Zion;
    to you our vows will be fulfilled.
You who answer prayer,
    to you all people will come.

They are the women who taught me so much about faith.  On the last night of the conference, I was telling a group that this was not good bye, I would see them again.  Once again, I watched them pass through the eye of the needle, reach out in complete and total faith in God’s provision.  They understood Jesus had been their first, suffered their pain and would be waiting for them on the other side.  The one who could speak English told me, “No, don’t say that.  We will take what we have learned and go back to our villages in the Nuba Mountains, in Abei and when I go to Khartoum.  We will go.  We will teach what we have learned here.  We will die.  But we will go.  God is with us.”  They go forth in hope.  Hope that the lessons they had learned could be shared and hope that they will survive to continue to share them..
I don’t have their kind of faith.  How many of us do?  But there is hope and there is promise in her words.  There is hope and there is promise in their waiting in the dark of night for what is to come next.

There is hope in the words of Hebrews as it says “ we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus, the Son of God, let us hold fast to our confession. 15For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who in every respect has been tested as we are, yet without sin. 16Let us therefore approach the throne of grace with boldness, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.”
Those words remind me to face the days and challenges that lie ahead for me in South Sudan with boldness.  They remind me that Jesus was there first.  He faced whatever hunger, fear, longing, lonlieness, frustrations that lie ahead as I make my way in a foreign land.  But the challenge is not only there for me as I go forward with this mission that God has called us to.  It is there for you as well in all that you do.  Go with boldness, Go in the grace of Jesus Christ who has been there before us.  Go in God’s mercy that promises to be there as our help in times of need. 
The life that I experienced in South Sudan is not always a life of fearing lying in the unknown darkness.  It is lives lived in complete joy and trust in the Lord, our God. They understand the words of Richard B. Gaffin, Jr., in Kerux: The Online Journal of Biblical Theology (Reformed).
  • "It doesn't matter how complicated, how desperate, perhaps even hopeless your life has become. No matter how overwhelmed you may feel by your problems, if your trust is in Jesus Christ, you can be sure that he is praying for you now and through that prayer he will provide for you the resources to bring you relief or enable you to carry on."
That is the joy they have found in their survival. The joy they celebrate every day.   Jesus Christ has provided the resources to bring them relief and enabled them to carry on in face of obstacles that are completely overwhelming and unimaginable to you and me. 
They laugh with an abandon we don’t find in our stress filled life as they live with limited or none of the resources that we take for granted – food, water, shelter.  They relish the food that God provides even if it is meager rations that come through the hands of the UN, WFP and others.  They are grateful for the simple, discarded piece of plastic and the few sticks that provide their shelter in the night.  They understand the gift that fresh water coming from the local well really is.  They celebrate the life of the man sitting in his hospital bed and not in the arm he lost in a fight.  They stop and watch their children play with a joy in their living that we cannot comprehend as they have lost other children to illness, death from war or kidnapping by maurauding soldiers and rival tribal members. 
These are the people who have survived all the atrocities that life can throw at them.  These are the people who have cried out in hope in their moments of being overwhelmed by their losses, in their desperation to provide for those that have survived along with them.  They are the ones whose faith and trust in God allowed them to cry out in hope to a God they trust will provide the resources they need, the Jesus Christ who will bring the relief they need and the Holy Spirit that will be with them as they pick up the pieces and carry on. 

They cried out in hope.  It is my hope, that when life is overwhelming to you that you will remember their stories and the stores that have been passed down through the ages in the words of scripture,  … You answer us with awesome and righteous deeds,
    God our Savior, the hope of all the ends of the earth  and of the farthest seas,

I pray, that you too will cry out in hope.  Amen




Charge and Benediction
I invite you to stop for a moment, hold out your hand.  Look at it.  Turn it over and look at the other side.  This is the hand of Christ.  Now, look at your neighbor’s hand.  It is the hand of Christ.  I invite you to raise them in the air, look around, these are all the hands of Christ.  These are the hands that leave all behind and follow Christ wherever he leads, to the food pantry, to the office to answer the phone, to sing in the choir, to visit the sick in the hospital, to reach out the homeless down the street.  These are the hands that will be with you wherever God calls. These are the hands of Christ that extend to those who cry out in hope. May God be with you all wherever you go. Amen.