November 28, 2009
On Thanksgiving Day I was looking through the newspaper's advertisements and saw some really good sales at Best Buy -- which in light of the issues I have been having with computers were very inviting. I do not know when I last went to any store first thing on Black Friday, but for some reason I thought, "well, maybe I could swing by the store before playing basketball at 6:00AM at Black Rock Retreat." I only needed to get up half an hour earlier to pass by the store so I decided to see if by chance the lines at the store were not outrageously long.
Friday morning I got up very early and headed into Lancaster to see if I coud run in and out of Best Buy quickly. Because I was going to arrive before 5:00AM when Best Buy opened, I decided to see if Old Navy had slowed down. They were supposed to open around 3:00AM so I figured that the lines should have died down. I entered the store and gazed in horror at the checkout line. It extended from the front of the store to the back of the store. I knew exactly what jeans I needed were I to buy them but one look at the line and I knew I was not going to be making any purchases that day. I was appalled to at the disarray of the store. It looked as if people would grab an item, not want it, and just throw it on a pile somewhere. The sales persons could not keep up with the vast traffic flow.
I left Old Navy and drove over to Best Buy knowing that I would not be getting out of my car. Sure enough, as I entered the parking lot, I saw it was full. I could see a sea of people beginning to enter the store. And the line was long. I drove closer and closer to the store because I wanted to see just how long the line was. I saw that that the line wrapped around at least one side of the building and I would not have been surprised if it nearly wrapped around the entire exterior of the store. Needless to say I turned around and left and went to basketball early, having some good quiet time. I remembered why I do not participate in the Black Friday store stampedes. I doubt I will bother getting up early again on Black Friday. I much more enjoy the casual pace of my family on Black Friday which includes going to Central Market, a chocolate store and then relaxing at home.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Adventures with Friends
November 21, 2009
I am beginning to discover that adventures with friends do not have to be some big event or excursion -- it can be simply talking and re-connecting or even playing with their children. On Wednesday I caught a ride to Chicago with one friend and then visited friends who I met in language school in Costa Rica. The middle of the three young boys, Samuel, was a bundle of energy and creativity. He turned the playground into a castle where there sat an evil king. It made me look forward to the years ahead when my nephew is old enought to play and create imaginary worlds.
Through conversation with my friends (the grown-ups that is), the Lord began to speak to my heart and show me the possible implications of studies versus and internship in El Salvador. He did some convicting in my heart, and so as I find myself moving in the direction of El Salvador, I have a renewed excitement for heading that way. There is still a week or more of waiting before I will know if I can go, while the details of the internship are ironed out and I have more chats with those involved. I feel okay with waiting though and am excited to see what God will do.
I am thankful that these past few months has been a time of reconnecting with friends and at times hearing God speak through others. Other times I have been the one who has been able to encourage and challenge my friends. I love how the body of Christ works and how we are in this journey through life together to spur one another on.
I am beginning to discover that adventures with friends do not have to be some big event or excursion -- it can be simply talking and re-connecting or even playing with their children. On Wednesday I caught a ride to Chicago with one friend and then visited friends who I met in language school in Costa Rica. The middle of the three young boys, Samuel, was a bundle of energy and creativity. He turned the playground into a castle where there sat an evil king. It made me look forward to the years ahead when my nephew is old enought to play and create imaginary worlds.
Through conversation with my friends (the grown-ups that is), the Lord began to speak to my heart and show me the possible implications of studies versus and internship in El Salvador. He did some convicting in my heart, and so as I find myself moving in the direction of El Salvador, I have a renewed excitement for heading that way. There is still a week or more of waiting before I will know if I can go, while the details of the internship are ironed out and I have more chats with those involved. I feel okay with waiting though and am excited to see what God will do.
I am thankful that these past few months has been a time of reconnecting with friends and at times hearing God speak through others. Other times I have been the one who has been able to encourage and challenge my friends. I love how the body of Christ works and how we are in this journey through life together to spur one another on.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Setting Sail
November 16, 2009
Through sermons, dreams, and a retreat, God has been speaking to me about setting sail during this past week. I love when God speaks to me on the same theme from more than one source. Yesterday's sermon was a look at Abraham and God's command to take his son Issac and sacrifice him on the altar. Abraham obeyed the Lord and was on the verge of killing his son when an angel of the Lord stopped him. The Lord had been testing his willingness to obey and to risk losing his only son, the very promise of God. Abraham's faith stood the test, but the challenge for me was whether I am willing to sacrifice the "Issacs" in my life -- those things which I hold on to and sometimes hold as dearer than Jesus. Can I trust God's call to go to a mountain and place on the altar my dearest and my best?
This sermon and then the teachings regarding boats and sailing have all pointed towards the idea of risk. What risk am I willing to take in following Christ? Sometimes I just want to sit in the boat on dry land instead of risking the open sea and the storms that may come up there. And yet a boat is not meant for the land nor even for sitting at the dock forever. It is designed to sail on the waters and go into unchartered territory. I sense that God is calling me to move out on the water with Him. A neat analogy that I heard the other week at a retreat was how Jesus is like the anchor of our boat. The anchor goes with us wherever we go but we need to keep a firm grip on it. As long as the anchor is with us, we can set up home almost anywhere since the anchor will keep us grounded. As I have been pondering various options for my next step in life, this idea has been comforting because I know that wherever I end up, the Lord will be with me and I can be at home there.
I also keep coming back to an idea that comes out of C. S. Lewis's book, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. The oldest girl Susan says to the Beavers regarding Aslan, "But is he safe?" to which they reply, "Of course he is not safe; he is Aslan, but he is good." (Hopefully I have that quoted correctly). Those words have been in my mind because all too often my first question when considering a new idea or option is, "Is it safe?" It is not, "Is God in it?" I want to know that I will be safe. But the Lord does not promise that we will be safe from pain and suffering nor even death. Those are all a part of life. As I follow His call for my life, I will encounter danger but I remain safe because I am in His loving arms and as Romans 8:35-39 point out, nothing can separate us from the love of Christ. And so my prayer is that I will not look so much at the question of safety and comfort but instead ask where God is at work and where He wants me to be. I want to be in the adventure of following Him into the unknown because I know that He is bigger than the wind and the waves and that He is right there with me.
Through sermons, dreams, and a retreat, God has been speaking to me about setting sail during this past week. I love when God speaks to me on the same theme from more than one source. Yesterday's sermon was a look at Abraham and God's command to take his son Issac and sacrifice him on the altar. Abraham obeyed the Lord and was on the verge of killing his son when an angel of the Lord stopped him. The Lord had been testing his willingness to obey and to risk losing his only son, the very promise of God. Abraham's faith stood the test, but the challenge for me was whether I am willing to sacrifice the "Issacs" in my life -- those things which I hold on to and sometimes hold as dearer than Jesus. Can I trust God's call to go to a mountain and place on the altar my dearest and my best?
This sermon and then the teachings regarding boats and sailing have all pointed towards the idea of risk. What risk am I willing to take in following Christ? Sometimes I just want to sit in the boat on dry land instead of risking the open sea and the storms that may come up there. And yet a boat is not meant for the land nor even for sitting at the dock forever. It is designed to sail on the waters and go into unchartered territory. I sense that God is calling me to move out on the water with Him. A neat analogy that I heard the other week at a retreat was how Jesus is like the anchor of our boat. The anchor goes with us wherever we go but we need to keep a firm grip on it. As long as the anchor is with us, we can set up home almost anywhere since the anchor will keep us grounded. As I have been pondering various options for my next step in life, this idea has been comforting because I know that wherever I end up, the Lord will be with me and I can be at home there.
I also keep coming back to an idea that comes out of C. S. Lewis's book, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. The oldest girl Susan says to the Beavers regarding Aslan, "But is he safe?" to which they reply, "Of course he is not safe; he is Aslan, but he is good." (Hopefully I have that quoted correctly). Those words have been in my mind because all too often my first question when considering a new idea or option is, "Is it safe?" It is not, "Is God in it?" I want to know that I will be safe. But the Lord does not promise that we will be safe from pain and suffering nor even death. Those are all a part of life. As I follow His call for my life, I will encounter danger but I remain safe because I am in His loving arms and as Romans 8:35-39 point out, nothing can separate us from the love of Christ. And so my prayer is that I will not look so much at the question of safety and comfort but instead ask where God is at work and where He wants me to be. I want to be in the adventure of following Him into the unknown because I know that He is bigger than the wind and the waves and that He is right there with me.
Catch Up
November 16, 2009
I seem to be playing catch up in many areas of my life these days -- perhaps communication more than anything. I got back to Pennsylvania on November 6 after my travels in Central America. Thankfully in Honduras I was able to finish up everything that I needed to and saw Evelin and Lisbeth established in a cabin at camp to live for a while. Coming back to PA, I jumped into a whirlwind of activities and presentations. Last week at the top of my "To-Do" list was figuring out what my next step is. By the close of the week I felt a peace about pursuing El Salvador and a one year internship there with La Casa de Mi Padre (My Father's House). It is an opportunity to work with children and their families and participate in counseling and therapy with them. So I am moving in that direction while recognizing that the Lord could still close doors and I may go ahead with further schooling here in the US.
This past weekend I made a quick trip north to share with a church and visit some friends and supporters. When a college friend who I had not seen for years greeted me after the church service, I was reminded of how small the world is. I think that everytime I travel I am reminded of that. I realized too that I love to travel and reconnect with people or meet new people. At the same time it is good to be back in Lancaster for a few days at least.
Last week I enjoyed seeing my family again, especially my nephew who learned to smile intentionally during the three weeks that I had been out of the country. I am blessed to have been in Lancaster so much over the past 3 months and that all of my immediate family is around this month.
I seem to be playing catch up in many areas of my life these days -- perhaps communication more than anything. I got back to Pennsylvania on November 6 after my travels in Central America. Thankfully in Honduras I was able to finish up everything that I needed to and saw Evelin and Lisbeth established in a cabin at camp to live for a while. Coming back to PA, I jumped into a whirlwind of activities and presentations. Last week at the top of my "To-Do" list was figuring out what my next step is. By the close of the week I felt a peace about pursuing El Salvador and a one year internship there with La Casa de Mi Padre (My Father's House). It is an opportunity to work with children and their families and participate in counseling and therapy with them. So I am moving in that direction while recognizing that the Lord could still close doors and I may go ahead with further schooling here in the US.
This past weekend I made a quick trip north to share with a church and visit some friends and supporters. When a college friend who I had not seen for years greeted me after the church service, I was reminded of how small the world is. I think that everytime I travel I am reminded of that. I realized too that I love to travel and reconnect with people or meet new people. At the same time it is good to be back in Lancaster for a few days at least.
Last week I enjoyed seeing my family again, especially my nephew who learned to smile intentionally during the three weeks that I had been out of the country. I am blessed to have been in Lancaster so much over the past 3 months and that all of my immediate family is around this month.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
In the Midst of Moving
November 3, 2009
Today was the big moving day though tomorrow will carry some smaller moves. The majority of my things I moved out to camp for Evelin to use for a while and so this afternoon we drove to camp with my Isuzu Rodeo loaded down and another little truck. They were very full. I had acquired furniture from my previous roommate so there was quite a lot to move. It is now late and I am very tired but with papers to organize so sleep is still not within reach. Evelin has the hardest job though of re-organizing the cabin to accomodate her and Lisbeth. Right now I am too busy to really think about all that is happening and the implications of moving out of Honduras for the moment. I think when I sit down on the plane on Thursday, all of the emotions will finally hit. I hope that I will at that point have time to better process and pray about the opportunities in El Salvador and those here in Honduras.
Well, that is my very brief update but at least you can know that I am still alive and running around -- driving around that is. I have not been able to do much running which is sad.
Today was the big moving day though tomorrow will carry some smaller moves. The majority of my things I moved out to camp for Evelin to use for a while and so this afternoon we drove to camp with my Isuzu Rodeo loaded down and another little truck. They were very full. I had acquired furniture from my previous roommate so there was quite a lot to move. It is now late and I am very tired but with papers to organize so sleep is still not within reach. Evelin has the hardest job though of re-organizing the cabin to accomodate her and Lisbeth. Right now I am too busy to really think about all that is happening and the implications of moving out of Honduras for the moment. I think when I sit down on the plane on Thursday, all of the emotions will finally hit. I hope that I will at that point have time to better process and pray about the opportunities in El Salvador and those here in Honduras.
Well, that is my very brief update but at least you can know that I am still alive and running around -- driving around that is. I have not been able to do much running which is sad.
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