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  myankoski
  1/8/2010
This idea is a bit intense.

What might it look like for you to downsize your life? How could "downward mobility" replace our culture's sinful insistence on upward mobility? Maybe God is asking you to sell a cherished vehicle and buy one that's less flashy and more fuel-efficient. Maybe, like our pastor friend in Southern California, you're being asked to sell your house and move i  [ Read More ]
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  myankoski
  1/8/2010
We are consumers. And consumers often oppress the poor and defenseless, whether deliberately or not. Buying fair trade items--everything from chocoloate to furrniture to shoes--helps to ensure that those who work to provide the procts we consume are fairly compensated for their labor. Comit to purchasing fair trade items whenever psosbiele, or take a first step and discover more about the many   [ Read More ]
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  Fast from Luxury
  myankoski
  1/8/2010
Try for a week to limit your personal or family spending. Remember, more than a third of the world's population--40 percent--survives on less than $2 per day. Try limiting yourself to $5-$10 per day for a week. Food, transportation, entertainment, clothing, and so on. Consider it a fast from Luxury. Doubtless, you'll be frustrated by how limited your options are. But allow yourself to pray f  [ Read More ]

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Lent: Pour Yourself Out

“If you pour yourself out for the hungry and satisfy the desire of the afflicted, then shall your light rise in the darkness and your gloom be as the noonday.” (Isa 58:10, ESV)

In 2008 my wife Danae and I spent several weeks living out of a backpacking tent in a small rural village in Northern Uganda. We were there on assignment, researching for a new book.

One morning a man named John invited us to go for a walk with him. John was a local politician who was committed to trying to improve the lives of the people in his district. He wanted to show us more of the area, and introduce us to some of the people he was trying to help. We walked for several miles as the day grew warmer and the dust from the thin, winding footpaths clung to our sandaled feet, turning them reddish. Every few minutes we'd wave and call out “A-Burra-Bear!” (Good Morning) to everyone we passed.

Though the scenery was beautiful, the life most people endured was incredibly harsh. The LRA (Lord's Resistance Army), a vicious rebel group, had been wreaking havoc in that area for more than two decades. Many of the people we met that morning had lived as refugees in IDP (Internally Displaced Persons) camps for years. They had only just returned to their homes, but tragically, many had found their grass huts burned, their crops destroyed, and their animals stolen.

After an hour or so of walking, John led us up to the top of a hill where we stood looking out over the countryside. The wind smelled of the sun-warmed African plain, and the sharp, acrid fragrance of the morning fires cooking the common breakfast called “Nuolka-Kal” (millet porridge). John sighed, and turned to face us.

“Let me tell you about my four year plan to change these people's lives.”

Danae and I were a bit surprised by John's forthrightness, but we were eager to learn more about what he was planning. Perhaps he was going to build a vocational school where people could learn skills and then create small businesses to generate income to feed their families. Or perhaps a medical clinic of some sort was in the works, since the closest one was half a day's journey away and the sick or injured typically had to walk in order to reach help.

“My dream...My vision,” John began with the voice of a politician, moving his arms in grand gestures toward the land below, “is that in four years everyone in this entire district will have two t-shirts!”

I almost laughed as his voice crescendoed mightily, assuming he was joking.

But then I saw his face, and stopped. He was dead serious.

What?!? Two t-shirts?

Danae and I looked at one another in disbelief. How deep must the poverty be if the grand scheme of a popular politician is a four year plan to provide two t-shirts? We found out later that most people only had one t-shirt, and some were so poor they couldn't even afford a single one. It makes sense when you consider the reality of employment in that area: an average, hard working male could work the fields for twelve hours and, as compensation, would be paid 2000 Ugandan Shillings.

American dollar equivalent: $1.25.

Think about that. Twelve hours of back-breaking physical labor in the scorching African sun for less than you'd need to buy cup of coffee in the United States.

Of course, that kind of poverty not only exists in Northern Uganda but in many developing countries around the world. And the result result of such poverty is far more devastating than just not having two t-shirts. Amidst such crushing need millions of children are malnourished, more than a billion people go without clean water, and countless parents have seen more children die of preventable diseases than not.

Back in the first few centuries after Christ, there were frequent famines in the Roman empire. Writings from this period indicate that during such famines, Christians would fast from their own meager supplies in order that they might provide food for their starving pagan neighbors.(1) Apparently the early Christians took Paul literally when he instructed the church at Philippi to “in humility, count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others” (Phil 2:3b-4, ESV). Of course Paul was just building on Jesus' supreme example of selfless love—the Cross—and his teaching that the greatest commandment is to “Love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, all your strength, and all your mind. And, love your neighbor as yourself” (Luke 10:27).

At the risk of being blunt, there are far too many people struggling to survive this very day for people like you and me to take Jesus' command to love our neighbors “as ourselves” lightly. What might it look like for us to actually do what Paul says, and consider others more significant than ourselves?

Perhaps you've practised Lent in the past by giving up something small and inconsequential. I challenge you to forgo something more significant this year—to truly sacrifice, and in so doing love your neighbor as yourself by not looking only to your own needs, but also to theirs as well. Here's just one idea: last year some of our friends decided to eat only $2.00 worth of food per day, and then give the rest of their weekly food budget to an organization providing food to hungry children overseas. During the six weeks of Lent they were able to raise nearly $400.

I wonder what Lent will look like for you this year? Will you “pour yourself out” for those who are in need? Allow your anticipation of Easter to be sacrificial, not so that people will notice you or be impressed by your spirituality, but rather so that you might both share in the sufferings of Christ and truly love your neighbor as yourself.

Grace and Peace,

Mike

1) Vincent Carroll and David Shiflett, Christianity on Trial (San Francisco: Encounter Books, 2002), 143-144.

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Thoughts on Sabbath

“Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. Six days you shall labor and do all your work, but the seventh day is a Sabbath to the LORD your God. On it you shall not do any work, you or your son, or your daughter, your male servant, or your female servant or your livestock or the sojourner who is within your gates. For in six days the LORD made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that is in them, and rested the seventh day. Therefore the LORD blessed the Sabbath day and made it holy.” (Exodus 20:8-11, ESV).

In the fourth chapter of the Gospel of Mark we read about the night when Jesus calmed the storm at sea. He was in a boat with the apostles, many of whom were fishermen and had spent most of their lives on that sea. Such a storm came up that night that the winds were howling and the waves were crashing down on them and even the calloused, hardened fishermen feared for their lives: “Teacher, do you not care that we are perishing?” (v. 38). Wakened by their cries, Jesus stands, and rebukes the wind and the sea with a word: “Peace, be still!” (v. 39).

Not only are Jesus' words an clear echo of Psalm 46:10 “Be still and know that I am God...” but his calming of the sea has astonishing significance when we consider what it would have meant from the perspective of the Apostles. All of the Apostles were Jewish, and as Jews, they would have been well versed in the Genesis 1-2 creation account. “In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without form and void, and darkness was over the face of the deep. And the spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters” (Gen 1:1-2). In much of the ancient world, the sea was a symbol of chaos, destruction, darkness and evil. Despite the dark strength of the sea, Genesis 1 reveals that God—Yahweh—is far more powerful. From chaotic nothingness God creates the universe in all of its beauty and mystery and complexity and wonder—light from dark, order from chaos, life from death.

After Jesus calms the sea the Apostles are even more afraid of Him than they were of the waves: “and they were filled with a great fear and said to one another, 'Who then is this , that even the wind and the sea obey him?'”(Mk 4:41, ESV). To the Jewish mind, there was only ever one who had the power to calm the sea—Yahweh himself. They knew Yahweh had calmed the primordial, chaotic sea and created the world. The Apostles were terrified that night before Jesus because, however astonishingly and impossibly, the same One who had calmed the primordial, chaotic sea in order to create the world had just calmed the storm that had been threatening them. And he was standing in their boat!

What does this have to do with the Sabbath?

Often times the work we find ourselves doing becomes overwhelmingly urgent and we feel crushed by it's weight. The pace of life in our culture doesn't help—we feel that unless we are sprinting all day every day we will fall behind and fail. The wind is howling, the sea is roaring, the water is crashing over the insufficient sides of our boat, and we fear that unless we keep bailing, we are sure to sink. Perhaps especially in Social Justice work this feeling can become even more pressing: there are tsunamis and earthquakes—children are dying and—gasp—if we could just—gasp—work a little—gasp—harder...

Sabbath is, in a way, a crying out to Jesus: “Lord, do you not care that we are perishing?” It is an acknowledgment that we are not in control, and that despite our best efforts we are overwhelmed and incapable of achieving all that we had hoped we would. It is the necessary antidote to the pervasive workaholism of our culture, for it is a day of being, not doing, a day of ceasing from our labors, a day of rest. By keeping Sabbath we proclaim our trust in God to be who He says He is: the One more powerful than the sea—the Resurrected One—the Redeemer of the World—the One who is able to work all things together for the good—the one who will finally accomplish His purposes and bring His Kingdom to earth.

A friend of mine says that Sabbath is a day on which to do “nothing obligatory.” After many years of frenetic living my wife Danae and I have taken his advice, and are now attempting to keep Sabbath on a weekly basis.

And do you know what I've noticed? Time itself seems to change during Sabbath. Perhaps this is because, as one theologian put it, Sabbath is when “eternity and time touch,”1 but the seconds and the minutes and the hours seem to lengthen and change their texture when they are not compressed and dissected by endless to-do lists. Thus Sabbath has become for us a restorative time, a life-giving day. We take off our watches, turn off our phones, shut down our computers. It is a day to be with ourselves, with one another, with others. It is a chance to be still, to know that God is God, and that we are not. We sleep in, go for walks, bake bread, read, cook a meal, take a nap, whatever seems good and restful, and (most importantly), non-obligatory.

Thus I beseech you, as your brother in Christ and a fellow weary worker longing for the Kingdom: keep Sabbath. Stop. Rest. Don't think of it as an obligation but rather as a day to be free of the countless responsibilities your life requires of you. God is who He says He is. He calmed the primordial sea at the beginning of everything, calmed the storm that threatened the Apostles, got up from the grave, and will ultimately bring all things to completion.

He is in your boat.

Be Still.

Lord, thank you for who you are. Thank you for creating us, for calling us, for redeeming us. We ask that you would lead us into your Sabbath rest, that you would help us to acknowledge your Lordship and our Creatureliness. Thank you for the work that you have called us to do, but help us to allow you to sanctify our work by keeping your commandment that we cease from our work. We proclaim our trust in you that You are able, that you work in us and through us, and that you are working all things together in accordance with your perfect will.


1) Jurgen Moltmann, God in Creation (Minneapolis: Fortress Press, 1993), 284.

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