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After staring at it for a few months now, this week I finally completed my application to volunteer with perhaps my most beloved NPO ever, International Justice Mission.  My hope?  To become an official IJM Justice Advocate.

NAYSAYER #1:  But you’re a Republican, aren’t you?  Don’t you Republicans hate people?

Yeah, um, NO.  Well, generally yes to the first question (leaning towards Rep/Libertarian), and a big fat NO on the second.

For those of you who think I am making this stuff up, I was honestly asked this question during law school back in 2000, when I was interning for the summer at a law firm in Nashville.  One of the senior-level associates, an extremely intelligent liberally-minded woman, could not for the life of her understand why I was a Republican.  After all, I was the president of our school’s Legal Aid Society.  I had taken hours upon hours of training classes to become a crisis counselor for pregnant women.  To her, my political affiliation seemed crazy.  Hypocritical.  To “pretend” I wanted to serve people yet vote for “evil, corporate-loving, greed-filled politicians who wanted to hurt the weakest among us” made absolutely no sense to her.

(Said the liberal lawyer working for the big bad law firm, making enormous amounts of money defending those corporations.  Yes, the irony was not lost on me.)

My answer to her 12 years ago is my same answer today.

I do want to help people.  I just don’t believe it’s the job of the government to do it for me.

The word “charity“, in its purest sense, is a reflection of the agāpe love shown by Christ to His people.  “[C]harity, as man’s love for man, [must] be based not upon the desirability of its object but upon the transformation of its subject through the power of divine agāpe.”  It was never meant to come from the impersonal; on the contrary, it is an intimately personal kind of love given from one to an undeserving other.  Government and charity don’t mix, by definition.

Not only is charity not the government’s rightful role, but it does a horrid job of providing charity.  Yes, it can throw money at whatever problems it deems worthy (a.k.a. increases polling numbers) at the moment, but history has shown us that money alone cannot heal. In fact, in most cases it makes the problems worse in the long term because government handouts alone tend create a culture of dependency.  Such has been the case in sub-Saharan Africa, as well as in the American welfare system.

In the words of former President Ronald Reagan, “The nine most terrifying words in the English language are, ‘I’m from the government and I’m here to help.’ ”

(And yes, I understand this is perhaps an oversimplification… but just go with it.  I’m not writing a thesis here.)

Charity, in its truest sense, must instead be the role of the church and the compassionate individual… because people need REAL hands to pick them up, to free them from those who oppress and enslave them.  Which leads me to:

NAYSAYER #2:  But the church sucks.  It is full of hypocrites like you.  The church only cares about its niche causes, like fighting against g*y marriage and being pro-birth.  It doesn’t really love people.

Sadly, in many cases that is true.  Throughout history, the church has totally dropped the ball when it comes to genuinely loving people.  Loving sinners.  Getting into the ditch with the broken and being the hands and feet of Jesus to them.  In fact, I’m pretty sure that’s one of the main reasons the politicians were able to swoop in.

They didn’t swoop in to help out of compassion, mind you… but to create dependent voters.  Surely we’re not that naive.

But that’s another post.  (perhaps another thesis)

I am, however, grateful to say that we can see in the American church at large a radical shift toward charity:  feeding and housing the poor, providing medicine and much-needed care for the sick.  These efforts have almost always been present on the small scale, but today we’re seeing them explode across the country and across denominations.

In general, though, the church still does suck at seeking justice:  freeing the oppressed from their captors, persecuting perpetrators, providing healing and assistance for those who so desperately need it most.  Only a few organizations — some within the church, some without — have made any inroads at all in this endeavor.

IJM is one of them.

And this week, I did not fill out that application with a light heart.  A joyful one, yes.  An extraordinary humbled one, absolutely.

But I have no naivete about the battle I am about to enter.

You see, I am a sinner unrighteous in the sight of God, relying completely on my Savior Jesus Christ for my justification and sanctification, I recognize that any human effort made on His behalf to rescue His people is merely a gift He gives, to allow us to participate even in some small way in His redemptive work in the world.  But it is a war, my friends… a battle against pure, unadulterated evil.  Even speaking out from the comfort of our American perch will not shield us from the heat of that battle, from the arrows that may come our way.

But over the past 13 years of praying for the work of IJM, I also have come to believe wholeheartedly that God has mightily blessed this work, and I am honored and humbled to be considered to play a part in it.  Even if, and perhaps because, it’s hard.  Why?  Because I am confident in a God who hears the cries of the afflicted:

“O Lord, you hear the desire of the afflicted; you will strengthen their heart; you will incline your ear to do justice to the fatherless and the oppressed, so that man who is of the earth may strike terror no more.”  -Psalm 10:17-18

(friendly) NAYSAYER #3:  Um, girlfriend?  Don’t you have kind of a full plate?  You know, homeschooling multiple children, going to Ethiopia and bringing a new daughter home and all?  Why now? 

You’ve hit the nail on the head, friend.  I have used this very excuse to stop myself from moving forward on this for (literally) YEARS.  But no longer.  If I really believe He is a God who hears the oppressed, who works tirelessly in battle against injustice, then — though my work in the home is essentially important — my effort on His behalf must take me, must take our family, beyond these walls.  We must engage our friends, our neighbors, our church, our community to get past the superficial Christian life, to never again refuse to acknowledge the reality of injustice next door and halfway around the world.

If I can play even some small role in bringing about awareness, change, and action in opposition to injustice in these circles, then I consider it a great blessing.

I am excited to begin, working at least initially with my church to motivate those who heard and responded with passion to a message given by IJM to the congregation a few weeks ago, as well as helping with a Justice Club recently formed at a local high school.  My prayer is that this will be just the first such club of many in the area.  I cannot wait to see how God grows awareness among the children and young adults in our midst, weaving the work of justice into the pattern of their lives so they too can move beyond the superficial into the amazing work He has set before us all.

So yes, I’m a conservative.  And yes, I am passionate about the work of justice.

And I’m not alone.

(more to come…)

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I honestly don’t even know how to best write this.

There are so many things I want to express, yet so little I understand.  How God works, how He chooses… so many things.

What I do know is this:  today, my friends, we REJOICE.

We have waited for what often seemed like forever.  Too long, it has felt.  More than two years have passed since we first stepped out in faith and applied to adopt a little girl from Ethiopia.  We have been on the wait list since August 2010.

There were times we nearly lost faith, when we questioned God’s plan and His power.  When we thought we knew who our daughter was, only to have God say “not yet”.  When we wallowed in self-pity and lashed out in anger at the plight of one whose face we could not see… for her birth family, for all the little ones like her stuck in orphanages while impersonal politics loomed large and hope — for her, for them — seemed naive at best.

Then on Friday morning at 11:15am (MST), my phone rang.  I heard the first few notes of the song I had programmed to play ONLY if our adoption agency called from a particular number with our referral.  I tell you, the first stanza didn’t finish before I dropped the laundry in my hands and whipped that phone out of my back pocket.  Our coordinator had me on speaker phone; all the other office folks were in her office with her to listen in (we live just across the street from our agency, so they all know me quite well!).

I heard:  “This is Allison!  Did I call you from the right number?”

Me:  “If you’re calling with a REFERRAL you did!!!!!!”

Allison:  “I am!!”

And then I collapsed onto the stairs, freaked out a little, and started shaking uncontrollably.  Normal reaction, right?

Long story short, a few minutes later my husband rushed home from work and we drove across the street to the agency, where we stood at Allison’s desk and first saw the picture of an absolutely gorgeous little eight-month old brown-eyed girl with super-long eyelashes and the cutest lips EVER puckering up and blowing a kiss to the camera.

She has some spunk, that one.  😉

(we can’t show you her “smoochy” face until we pass court, but just look at that adorable bald head!)

We then learned that our sweet baby girl’s name means “the second one” in Amharic, which has significance I’m sure to her birth family (I hope we’ll find out as we go through the process) but also to us… it was as if God directly spoke to us when we read those words, telling us that THIS one, the “second one”, was ours.  That all the waiting was necessary, because she hadn’t yet been born when we thought we were about to be matched back in March 2011.  That His timing was perfect.  That THIS child would need OUR family.  That we would need her just as much, right now.

That He was worthy of our trust and our praise.   Always had been… always would be.

Adoption is rife with a strange mix of joy and pain, of beauty alongside ashes, of both broken and fulfilled dreams.  We already have felt some of the sobriety of this day and of the past months, both for our family and for another family halfway around the world.  More to come on that.  For now… as we move forward, we ask that you join us in prayer for little Miss D, for her birth family, and for all of us as we enter yet another stage of the wait.

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It has been a rough week.

A few days ago, an altercation occurred between a teenager and a neighborhood watch volunteer.  The teen was black; the volunteer Hispanic.  One died, the victim of a gunshot wound to the chest.  Many call it a hate crime.  Others claim the shooter had cause.  The story has been front page news across the nation for days.

Last weekend, a blockbuster based on an extremely popular young adult book series smashed box office records all over the world.  Yet a disturbing trend of disparaging tweets about the race of a pivotal character made headlines.  Some of these tweets expressed disappointment that an African-American actress was cast for the role; others said the character’s death “wasn’t as sad” as they thought it would be “because she was black.”

Apparently we’re not so enlightened as a society to believe the days of racism — either assumed or actual — are behind us.

Just look at the aftermath of the week’s events:  Death has been politicized, or minimized according to color.  Those with lighter skin are hunted in Chicago by gangs with hoodies seeking some warped form of vigilante justice.  A celebrity with an axe to grind carelessly shares the wrong address of the shooter, instead condemning an elderly couple to night after terror-filled night, fearing for their lives.  Technology is used to degrade a young girl because of her skin color, despite the author’s obvious intent for the character.

Ignorance is revealed.  Latent anger, even hatred, is uncovered.

I intentionally used the passive voice there… because that’s how we tend to process tragedy.  We separate ourselves, believing “we” are somehow above the fray.  “We” would, of course, never do such things.  “We” are more empathetic, more enlightened, more tolerant, more politically correct.   After all, “we” elected an African American to the presidency (insert sarcasm here).

“We” are different than “they” are.  Surely.

But are we?

The truth, deep down, is that we’re not so different as we’d like to believe.  Every single one of us tends to believe one side over the other based on our own biases, our own experiences, our own set of beliefs.  And some of those biases, my friends, are ugly.  They are deliberately ignorant.  They generalize, they stereotype, they degrade and humiliate.

They reveal our hearts.

Our youngest daughter will have darker skin than we do.  Unlike our esteemed President, I don’t have to speculate as to whether this biologically unrelated child will look like me… I know for a fact she won’t.

I’m not going to stand here on my soapbox telling you how we “don’t see” color… that it won’t matter in her life.  Because whether it matters in our own little circle or not (it won’t), the events of this past week make abundantly clear that such things still DO matter in this world.  That ignorance and hatred exists, no matter how much we want to wish it away or sweep it under the rug.

Will you recognize the ugliness in your own heart today?  What, then, will you decide to do about it?

May I humbly suggest something?

Don’t “stand with Trayv*n”… but don’t assume the worst of him, either.   Don’t dismiss racist tweets about a beautiful child as immature banter, or as a sign that the world is about to collapse under an onslaught of hatred (although you all should be dismayed at the apparent and total lack of reading comprehension in our populace… Rue was, after all, clearly described in the book as having dark skin).

Instead, I would encourage you to be sad.  Saddened that our children are hateful.  That our elders harbor generational prejudice.

I would also encourage you to be reflective. What does this reveal about the world in which we live?  And, more importantly — lest we are tempted to pass blame and judgment elsewhere — what does this reveal about me?  About you?

Deep down, am I really any different?  Are you?  Are you just better at holding your tongue than those who are condemned for their words?  Does that really make you a better person?

What are my own prejudices?  To whose “side” am I likely to jump, if given only an instant to take sides?

Be honest with yourself… and then…

Be personally proactive.

Do everything in your power to ensure racism, whatever remains of it through generational prejudice, experience, or whatever, is eradicated in yourself.  In your own children.  In your circle of friends.  Teach your kids.  Take every opportunity to live by example.  Pray to God to remove the vestiges of sin in your life, and in the lives of those around you.

Yes, our daughter will have dark skin.  She is coming into a world where she will likely be looked down upon by someone simply because her skin is brown.  Make the decision today that you and yours will not be that someone.  That your heart will be changed.

That’s where we start.

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Yes, we’re still waiting for our referral.

18 1/2 months waiting.

I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of sitting around feeling angry, or sad, or self-pitying.  I’m ready to DO something.

In lieu of jumping on a plane to Ethiopia (which, by the way, I would love to do, but I wouldn’t know who I was trying to find), our family has decided to spend the Lenten season focusing on understanding maybe just a little more the way people in Ethiopia live on a daily basis.  What dominates their minds each day?  How must they work?  What do they eat?  How does “family life” look different there?  How is it similar?  Why, exactly, are there such struggles there?  Where is prayer most needed?

In other words…

Where can we best invest our time and resources to bring about redemption in a broken world?

So, for the next 40 days — during all of Lent — we are going to try to put our hearts, minds, money, and mouths where are thoughts are: with our daughter in Ethiopia.  We not only will spend time in focused prayer for her and for her country, but will seek out ways to experience life as it is lived halfway around the world.

My husband and I have been encouraged to participate in this 40-day effort by articles challenging our “love” relationship with food and videos focusing on raising “giving” children (and, accordingly, increasing our own generosity), along with a growing spiritual conviction in our own hearts against excess.

Here’s what Lent will look like for us.  We have three small children, so we have adjusted a bit what we otherwise would have done without kiddos involved in the process:

1.  We will daily read of the needs in Ethiopia in Operation World, praying for a specific need each of the 40 days

2.  Twice each week, we will eat a “typical” Ethiopian meal (usually rice and beans with injera)

3.  We will, overall, limit our meal variety… learning to recognize that a “different meal every night” is a Western luxury to which not many in the rest of the world relate

4.  We will read books on African life, visit an Ethiopian market, and generally try to learn as much as we can about our daughter’s native country

5.  As a family, we will research and decide how best to invest certain resources to benefit Ethiopian families

Our Lenten fast may seem radical to some, and to others it may not go far enough.  But it brings us as close to our daughter as we can be right now, and hopefully will bring our family even closer as God brings spiritual fruit to these hard days of continual waiting.

If you are a member of our family, a friend, or even someone who happened by the blog this morning, I want to invite you to join us for the next forty days.  Please pray for our daughter.  Pray she doesn’t have to spend one more day than is necessary in an orphanage, without her family.  Pray earnestly for peace and prosperity in Ethiopia.  And spend some time praying that God would open your eyes to how you can make some small difference… both here at home and around the world.

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“When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, then he will sit on his glorious throne. Before him will be gathered all the nations, and he will separate people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. And he will place the sheep on his right, but the goats on the left.

“Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.’

“Then the righteous will answer him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink? And when did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you? And when did we see you sick or in prison and visit you?’

And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.’ “- Matthew 25:31-40

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Onward, invisible friends!

#2:  Why are we adopting from Ethiopia?

Short answer?  It’s amazing what happens when you check a friend’s blog or wander the aisles of the local library.

Don’t worry, I have a much clearer — or at least longer — answer than that.  🙂

Did you know there are approximately 147 million orphans in the world?

Once we decided to look into adopting one of them, I went to library to read up a bit about what it would look like… to somehow get my head around the concept.   I found where some adoption books were supposed to be, and there it was.  This book.  It happened to be one of the few books on that particular library shelf, so I picked it up.

And then my bloggy friend Missy, out of seemingly nowhere, posted this.

About a week later — after God used the combination of those two influences — the place from where our daughter would come was set.

When many of us think of Ethiopia — if we do at all — we have in our minds disturbing visions of malnourished, diseased, starving children covered with bugs.  Perhaps that’s why we don’t think about Ethiopia often… we think it is just too far away, too far gone for any of us to make a real difference.  And yes, the statistics speak for themselves:

  • Life expectancy in Ethiopia is 39 years for males and 42 years for females. The leading cause of death is communicable diseases such as malaria, typhoid, meningitis, cholera, AIDS, tuberculosis, yellow fever.
  • Woman in Ethiopia have an average of 7 children, and the maternal mortality rate is 1 in 14.
  • Ethiopia’s neonatal mortality rate is one of the highest in the world: 49/1000 births, with tetanus infection being the second major cause of infant/neonatal death.
  • Ethiopia is one of the poorest countries in the world. The average income in Ethiopia is $100 a year in U.S. dollars.  Almost 82% of the population lives on less than a $1 a day.
  • Malnutrition levels in Ethiopia are among the highest in the world.  Ethiopia is experiencing yet another drought now, which will only add to those numbers.
  • Ethiopia is home to 4-6 million orphans.  That is the same number of children under age 18 who reside in Massachusetts, New York State, and Washington D.C. combined. If every parent in those places died tonight – that would be similar to Ethiopia’s orphan crisis.  More than half a million of these children were orphaned as a result of AIDS.
  • Only 42.7% of Ethiopians aged 15 and over can read and write.
  • Only 18% of children reach fifth grade in school. That means 82% of children don’t.

And this one paragraph in the book really drove the point home for us:

“Girls in Ethiopia received less education and had fewer job prospects than boys, ,and they had no property or inheritance rights.  An orphaned girl lost the protection of her father; if she had lost her parents to AIDS, she might find herself turned out from her house, school, and village, as well… Steep gender inequality across Africa and Asia empowered men to summon, to deceive, to compel, to purchase s*x from, to r*pe, to marry young, to marry multiple, and to cheat on girls and women.  A survey by French epidemiologists of young women in cities in Kenya and Zambia showed 6% were infected with AIDS by age 15, 13% by 16, 20% by 17, 24% by 18, 30% by 19, and 40% by 20.”  (98)

Did you get that? By the time they reach 20, 40% of young African women will have contracted the HIV virus.

40%.

Think about that for a good long moment.

Now, we understand that our little family can’t fundamentally change that statistic, or any of the others listed above… but we can change it for one child.  We can remove that risk FOR HER.  We can show her faith.  We can give her hugs, kisses, the love of a family, opportunity, and the hope that tomorrow brings something other than sorrow.  Through that, maybe others will be moved to do the same or to otherwise advocate on behalf of the least of these.

Just like this family did (and FYI, you will weep.  WEEP.):

So with your help, that’s exactly what we plan to do.

Which leads me to question #3…

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CONFESSION:  Here’s my Don

Looks pretty fresh, doesn’t it?  Nary a wrinkle in that flimsy paperback spine… like it has barely been opened.  And that’s about right.  I did get all the preliminaries (TOC, cover, intro) out of the way though… yesterday.

I’ve been sick, people. For a month.

Excuses, excuses… I know, I know.  But since it should now be obvious that I have the equivalent of a snowball’s chance in you-know-where to finish this wee little book by March 27, I’m going to give us ALL a break and extend the deadline to April 12 for the first read, April 19 for our first “great discussion.”  Because I’m the facilitator, and I can.  🙂

But in the meantime… I’ve been meaning to tell you about something pretty awesome for a while now, but — as I mentioned above — the events/sicknesses/life craziness of the last several weeks have gotten the best of me.  So here it goes.

I made a new friend in the bloggy world a few months ago… during a time of intense prayer and soul-searching (and not a small amount of adoption blog surfing) as we sought to determine whether/when/where to adopt a child.  Somewhere in the midst of innumerable Google searches I ran into Andrea… and discovered what a gem she truly is.  Awesome photographer, crafty-mama, God-lovin’ and God-fearin’ woman, with a smile as big as an ocean… and her kiddos are TOO CUTE.  I’ve been going through a one-year Bible reading with her (and likely a few hundred others… and just an aside, as of yesterday I’m finally caught up!  Did you hear that, Andrea?  Ya hoo!!).

Andrea and her lovely family began their personal adoption journey not all that long ago… but they have felt God’s call to care for orphans and widows for some time now.  Following their heart — and in the process putting their time, money, and selves where their mouths are — they joined with a few other families in the greater Atlanta area three years ago to found a non-profit ministry in Zambia, Africa called Wiphan.

From their website:

“Wiphan Care Ministries is an African-based ministry that exists solely to nurture and develop widows and orphans in the compounds outside of Ndola.  Wiphan’s desire to “look after” widows and orphans comes directly from God’s word in James 1:27.  “Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress.”  The mission of our ministry is to love and care for the materially poor in Ndola, Zambia.  Our aim is to relate to the children and ladies in our program through the love of Jesus Christ.  As we develop these relationships through love, service, and community, their spirit is strengthened and we see firsthand how we are made to love others.

Wiphan has set up two school campuses in neighboring compounds…one called “Sinia Center” and the other called “Mapalo Center”.  Together these schools serve 400 orphans and vulnerable children as well as 100 widows.  Wiphan provides biblical education, skills training and daily meals.  The ministry is run by local Zambian Christians partnering with an American support board in Atlanta, GA.  Americans can be involved through prayer, financial support, trips, and child sponsorship aimed at developing relationships with our children, giving them a broader perspective on life and following Christ.

Wiphan Care Ministries

(photo courtesy of Wiphan)

Objectives

• To empower widows and children with skills to become independent.
• To equip widows with necessary knowledge of childcare and home economices.
• To provide widows and children with healthcare and counseling.
• To provide spiritual, moral, and social education to widows and children as they face life’s challenges.
• To provide shelter, meals, and clothing to orphans in the community.
• To empower the orphans and widows through the teaching of God’s Word.”

Take a glimpse into the lives of those Wiphan touches… I dare you not to be moved.

Told you so.

So now that you know, what is God telling you to do about it?  Pray, share, sponsor, love?  All of the above?

“Religion that is pure and undefiled before God, the Father, is this: to visit orphans and widows in their affliction…” – James 1:27 (ESV)

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… I do like Glenn Beck (insert audible gasps from my more liberal-minded friends out there).  I think he’s exposing much of what needs to be open to investigation and scrutiny in American politics.

I also know that he, like the rest of us, sometimes tends to over-state to get his point across.  Like last week, when he told folks to run away — and quickly — from any church that preaches “social justice”… because (he said) that’s code for Communism.  Yes, he was explicitly referencing those churches out there, like Rev. Jeremiah Wright’s, who elevate social justice at or above the level of the Gospel itself.  And yes, that’s bad.  Really bad.  I agree.

But as we’ve already seen, Glenn’s comments are (of course) being construed to oppose any and all churches who “do justice and love mercy.”  And that’s no good either.

Because there is a movement within the American church right now — one that doesn’t sacrifice the Gospel or the Truth — that is bringing believers by the droves into the fight for social justice throughout the world… in and for the name of Jesus.  And that, my friends, is very good.  Awesome, in fact.  Listen to this beautiful call from Pastor Tim Keller:

“The ideology of the Left believes big government and social reform will solve social ills, while the Right believes big business and economic growth will do it. The Left expects a citizen to be held legally accountable for the use of his wealth, but totally autonomous in other areas, such as sexual morality. The Right expects a citizen to be held legally accountable in areas of personal morality, but totally autonomous in the use of the wealth. The North American “idol”—radical individualism—lies beneath both ideologies. A Christian sees either “solution” as fundamentally humanistic and simplistic.

The causes of our worsening social problems are far more complex than either the secularists of the Right or Left understand. We wrestle not with flesh and blood, but with powers and principalities! We have seen there is great social injustice—racial prejudice, greed, avarice—by those with the greatest wealth in the country (and sadly, within the evangelical church itself). At the same time, there is a general breakdown of order—of the family and the morals of the nation. There is more premarital sex (and thus there are more unwed mothers), more divorce, child neglect and abuse, more crime. Neither a simple redistribution of wealth nor simple economic growth and prosperity can mend broken families; nor can they turn low-skilled mothers into engineers or technicians.

Only the ministry of the church of Jesus Christ, and the millions of “mini-churches” (Christian homes) throughout the country can attack the roots of social problems. Only the church can minister to the whole person. Only the gospel understands that sin has ruined us both individually and socially. We cannot be viewed as individualistically (as the capitalists do) or collectivistically (as the Communists do) but as related to God. Only Christians, armed with the Word and Spirit, planning and working to spread the kingdom and righteousness of Christ, can transform a nation as well as a neighborhood as well as a broken heart.”  (from Keller’s book, Ministries of Mercy)

What I’m trying to say is that I don’t think Glenn Beck believes that God-fearing men like Pastor Mark Driscoll or Gary Haugen, who are among those leading this “mercy” movement, are Communists.  And if he does, I’ll stop listening to him and call him out on it.  Loudly and publicly.  Because we’re all just doing what God has called us to do… for Him and Him alone.  And therein lies the difference between us and the wanna-be Hitlers of the world.

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