Lately I have been dwelling on the difference between having and not having...especially when it comes to finances.
I live in a first-world country where one can never have 'enough' stuff. There will always be another gadget to buy or something else to add to my collection. And on the flip side, just paying the bills can get expensive. As my wife and I budget our funds, we have a number of 'big-ticket' items we have to account for: mortgage, insurance, utilities, fuel, food, etc. Once we are done allocating those funds, we evaluate what we have left over for the non-essentials: phones, internet, savings, vacations, etc. But we usually try to put some funds into a 'miscellaneous' fund and an 'emergency' fund. These are two allocations which cover various expenses that we can't anticipate. In the eight years we have been married, we have seen the balances of these two funds fluctuate as Life happens.
But what I have observed about myself during these fluctuations is that when there is a healthy balance, it is harder for me to take my needs to Jesus as he asks us to. It is far more natural for me to pull out my credit card, knowing that I can cover the expense. It is incredibly rewarding to know that I have diligently saved my money those times when I need it. But when those funds are empty and things come up, my immediate response is to cry out to my heavenly father for help. And I have yet to encounter a situation where a need arises and He hasn't provided for that need. It is incredibly rewarding to see him meet those needs.
But there is a great deal of tension in the truth that God is the one who meets my every need every time....sometimes it's through providing me with a paycheck and guiding me through saving some of it. Sometimes it's through some other circumstances, like prompting a friend to gift us with a car. God is the source, but whom do I run to in times of need? I have to be honest and tell you that I run to myself and my savings account way more than I ought to. Many times in hindsight I wish that I would not have had as much saved as I did, for in those moments, I missed out on the joys of watching God meet my needs.
So back to my original question, is it better to have or not to have? My answer is, "I don't know." The planner in me reads what the Bible says and interprets it as, "Don't be stupid with your money! Be a good steward! Plan for the future!" But the sold-out follower of Jesus in me reads what the Bible says and interprets it as, "Give it ALL away! Live in the moment! Don't worry about what tomorrow brings! Trust!"
I don't know what the right answer is. Maybe it's that I should discipline myself to take everything to Jesus....not just when it's the most obvious that I need him.
But it's one thing to struggle with this tension as a husband and father with a paycheck. It's another thing to struggle with this as an under-funded missionary. Over the past three years, our ministry account has had a healthy balance so we have failed to take our missionary needs to Jesus and have instead relied on our account balance. But now that our account is empty, we are crying out to Jesus like never before...and he is answering! Not in the ways we expect, nor in ways that we can plan on for the future, but we can't deny that our needs are being met, month by month. Being under-funded is not the best situation to be in as a missionary, but maybe it's not as bad as I thought it was.
It's a new type of tension: I have a responsibility to our organization to be fully-funded, and I have a responsibility to my Savior to trust him. My goal is to fulfill both. Lord, help me!
So much can be learned from the things that we all experience. But wisdom can also be gained by learning from the experiences of others. My hope is that you gain something from my life experiences.
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Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Words
I know it's not the smartest thing to do, but I sometimes read books on my drive to and from work. It's a very slow process since I can usually only read a paragraph or two at a time while the lights are red....then there are days when I don't get to read at all because every light is green. Am I the only one who hopes for a red light?
I'm currently reading the book Princeps' Fury by Jim Butcher. It's book 5 of 6 in a series, and every book is very well written. As I sat in my car at a red light this morning, the few paragraphs I read left my heart pounding in my chest and adrenaline coursing through my veins. I was hanging onto every word, not able to read fast enough.....then the light turned green.
The rest of my drive (which was unfortunately red-light free), I pondered what had happened. How could a few letters strung together make my body react that way? That adrenaline woke me up far faster and more thoroughly than a cup of coffee, and it was generated by a very small portion of text! Words carry with them an incredible power. At their basest form, they convey thoughts and concepts, but they can also paint pictures, convey emotions, and even create entire worlds.
Maybe that's why James made a point of saying, "....be quick to listen and slow to speak...." If we truly considered what we are about to say before we say it, would we still use those same words? I get myself into a lot of trouble at times because I open my mouth and speak before I think. I'm definitely going to make an attempt at fixing that.
And in case you're wondering, here's what I read in those few moments:
".....In order to kill Kalarus Brencis Minoris and survive the exchange herself, Amara would have to open up his throat wide with the stone-bladed dagger she held in her hand. Or else sink it to the hilt in one of his eyes or ears. There was absolutely no room for error.
Brencis, on the other hand, could snap her neck with a thrust of his arm, burn her to bones with a flick of his fingers, or sweep her head clean of her neck with a single motion of his excellent-quality sword.
It seemed a trifle unfair.
But then, she’d never really expected a series of equitable situations when she’d joined the Cursors.
Crows take you, Gaius. Even when I walked away from your service, you managed to draw me back into it.
Moving silent and unseen had become second nature to her over the past days. She drifted past the guards standing about the courtyard, walking slowly, calmly, and carefully. She paused several times, to let one of the collared Alerans pass nearby, before she continued. Stealth had a great deal more to do with patience and the ability to remain calm when there was very little reason to do so than with any amount of personal agility.
It took her perhaps ten minutes to move from the shelter of the alley to the side of the platform opposite Brencis’s table. It took another five to slide around the platform and stop beside the stairs leading from the floor of the courtyard up to the auction stage. When Brencis finished eating, he would go back up the stairs to collar the next victim, and Amara would drive her dagger into his brain. He would fall. She would take to the skies immediately, and be gone from the meager light of the furylamps before anyone could react. It couldn’t be simpler.
In matters such as that, simplicity was a deadly weapon in its own right.
It took Brencis several more moments to finish dinner, before he pushed his plate away and rose.
Amara settled her grip on the handle of the stone knife and relaxed her muscles, preparing for the single, blindingly swift strike that was her only chance at success."
.....and I have to wait until lunch to find out what happens.
I'm currently reading the book Princeps' Fury by Jim Butcher. It's book 5 of 6 in a series, and every book is very well written. As I sat in my car at a red light this morning, the few paragraphs I read left my heart pounding in my chest and adrenaline coursing through my veins. I was hanging onto every word, not able to read fast enough.....then the light turned green.
The rest of my drive (which was unfortunately red-light free), I pondered what had happened. How could a few letters strung together make my body react that way? That adrenaline woke me up far faster and more thoroughly than a cup of coffee, and it was generated by a very small portion of text! Words carry with them an incredible power. At their basest form, they convey thoughts and concepts, but they can also paint pictures, convey emotions, and even create entire worlds.
Maybe that's why James made a point of saying, "....be quick to listen and slow to speak...." If we truly considered what we are about to say before we say it, would we still use those same words? I get myself into a lot of trouble at times because I open my mouth and speak before I think. I'm definitely going to make an attempt at fixing that.
And in case you're wondering, here's what I read in those few moments:
".....In order to kill Kalarus Brencis Minoris and survive the exchange herself, Amara would have to open up his throat wide with the stone-bladed dagger she held in her hand. Or else sink it to the hilt in one of his eyes or ears. There was absolutely no room for error.
Brencis, on the other hand, could snap her neck with a thrust of his arm, burn her to bones with a flick of his fingers, or sweep her head clean of her neck with a single motion of his excellent-quality sword.
It seemed a trifle unfair.
But then, she’d never really expected a series of equitable situations when she’d joined the Cursors.
Crows take you, Gaius. Even when I walked away from your service, you managed to draw me back into it.
Moving silent and unseen had become second nature to her over the past days. She drifted past the guards standing about the courtyard, walking slowly, calmly, and carefully. She paused several times, to let one of the collared Alerans pass nearby, before she continued. Stealth had a great deal more to do with patience and the ability to remain calm when there was very little reason to do so than with any amount of personal agility.
It took her perhaps ten minutes to move from the shelter of the alley to the side of the platform opposite Brencis’s table. It took another five to slide around the platform and stop beside the stairs leading from the floor of the courtyard up to the auction stage. When Brencis finished eating, he would go back up the stairs to collar the next victim, and Amara would drive her dagger into his brain. He would fall. She would take to the skies immediately, and be gone from the meager light of the furylamps before anyone could react. It couldn’t be simpler.
In matters such as that, simplicity was a deadly weapon in its own right.
It took Brencis several more moments to finish dinner, before he pushed his plate away and rose.
Amara settled her grip on the handle of the stone knife and relaxed her muscles, preparing for the single, blindingly swift strike that was her only chance at success."
.....and I have to wait until lunch to find out what happens.
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Friday, March 1, 2013
A New Resolution
Our small
group at church has been reading through the New Testament in an 8-week period. The 'book' we have
been using has removed all chapter/verse references so it's easier to read it
as it was written….mostly as letters from one person to another. When reading it
in big chunks like that, it's easier to pick out certain themes. For instance, one of the themes that stood out to me was that Paul kept needing to address was about how the believers were treating their bodies: the issue of circumcision (or not), eating
food sacrificed to idols (or not), engaging in sexual immorality, and a variety
of other body-related issues that kept arising.
I don't think we struggle with those same exact same issues today, but the message that
Paul gave repeatedly is still pertinent:
- There is little required of you physically after you are saved
- Salvation brings freedom, but don't abuse it
- Remember that you are no longer your own - God owns you; you are now a slave to Christ
In other words, you don't have to treat your body well, but you ought to out of reverence for Jesus.
So that's been
rolling around in my head lately, then last weekend I went skiing at Monarch
Mountain, and if you've read my latest blog post, you know what happened there. Someone stopped us at the top and entertained two of my nephews by telling them that if they pee on one side of the Continental Divide, it will end up in the Atlantic,and if they pee on the other side, it will end up in the Pacific. That got me
to thinking about the long-term consequences of decisions and actions. I ended
that post by asking, "will we
continue making the choices we want to despite knowing the outcome? If you know
the information is accurate and the person is trustworthy, why would you ignore
it?"
Then…..I saw this
video on YouTube.
Rachel watched a few
minutes of that video with me, then had to look away. She didn't want to hear
it since she loves her Coke. After it was over, I asked her what she thought,
and she said, "I guess we're switching to Pepsi!"
But listen to some
of the statements that are made:
- Coke has been known to accelerate aging and cause high cholesterol.
- The calories in Coca-cola products have no nutritional value.
- If you choose to live a healthy lifestyle, then you should not be drinking any Coke products.
- If you drink Coke, you'll get fatter and fatter. The solution is simple….don't drink Coke. It's killing you and your family.
I don't know about
you, but the culmination of what I've been reading in the Bible, what God's
been showing me through my daily interactions, and finally this commercial have
really convicted me that I'm not taking very good care of what's been entrusted to me, nor have
I been leading my family to do so, especially in the area of drinking soda (we have been going through almost a 12-pack of coke a week).
So going back to the
questions on my last post, "will I continue making the choices I want to
despite knowing the outcome? If I know the information is accurate and the
source is trustworthy, why would I ignore it?"
So in light of all that, I'm
saying goodbye to soda. I love it, it tastes great, but it's slowly killing me. It's not going to be easy, but I think it'll be worth it.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Peeing on the Continental Divide
Unless you drank A LOT of water that morning, I highly doubt that any amount of pee would be recognizable as such by the time it reached one of the oceans. But the guy was 100% correct. Any water landing on the East side of the Continental Divide ends up in the Atlantic, while any water on the West side ends up in the Pacific....and if you were standing there with a full bladder, you could decide where it was going to go. As the crow flies, it's about 1000 miles to the Pacific Ocean, and about 1700 miles to the Atlantic. Standing on top of the Continental Divide, you can't see either ocean, but that's the final destination nonetheless.
We make decisions like that every day. We can't actually see where that decision will end up, but it will end up there regardless. Sometimes it takes someone else (even a total stranger) to stop by and tell us where a decision might lead. But if that happens, will we listen? Will we make an adjustment? Or will we continue making the choices we want to despite knowing the outcome?
If you were to pick up a cigarette and someone tell you that smoking leads to cancer, would you still smoke? If you were to pick up a can of soda and someone tell you that drinking soda leads to obesity, would you still drink it? If you were about to throw some plastic away and someone tell you that it damages the earth's ecosystem, would you still throw it away?
I understand that you have to trust that the person is telling you the truth, but if you know the information is accurate and the person is trustworthy, why would you ignore it?
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