In our last newsletter Derek said that we were praying that God would re-open the door with Alexa, our Roma friend who cleaned for us. The truth? Derek may have been praying for that, but meanwhile I had been quite content that no Roma people had been ringing our doorbell recently. In fact not even many of our neighbors have been ringing our bell much since we returned home. I can submit to God if He brings people again, I suppose. But I can’t really bring myself to PRAY for them to return. I idolize my comfort and control of my schedule far too much to pray for those things to be challenged.
In his book-turned-movie Tortured for Christ, Richard Wurmbrand said he wasn't angry with his Russian Communist torturers for the same reason he wasn't mad at rabid dogs for doing what is only natural to them. The communists are sinners given over completely to the lustful and wicked cravings of their hearts in an atheistic system that glorified them to be that way. They are people who do - in fact - have the moral law written on their hearts because of them being made in the image of God. They are without excuse for their horrible deeds. Yet even in that, Wurmbrand recognized that they were the real Walking Dead, living only as the sinners they know how. And living as the products of being shaped by a system and told lies for years in their atheistic government.
In our last newsletter Derek said that we were praying that God would re-open the door with Alexa, our Roma friend who cleaned for us. The truth? Derek may have been praying for that, but meanwhile I had been quite content that no Roma people had been ringing our doorbell recently. In fact not even many of our neighbors have been ringing our bell much since we returned home. I can submit to God if He brings people again, I suppose. But I can’t really bring myself to PRAY for them to return. I idolize my comfort and control of my schedule far too much to pray for those things to be challenged.
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Power. Fame. Money. Many would put their life on the line for any of these. The chance to obtain any one of these things might make risking failure worthwhile. In the sense that all humans have these same desires, this common pursuit unites humanity. It's something we all share, whether rich or poor. But in another sense, these very desires we hold in common are desires which, at their core, seek to separate us from the rest of humanity. Each of these common pursuits ends in our separation from others. To have power means to have influence and control over others. If I am to be powerful in any real sense, others must be powerless, or at least less powerful in comparison to me. We can see the same thing with fame. Were all people to have the same fame and notoriety, of what significance would the word "fame" have as compared to "normal?" One who seeks fame would never want everyone else to be famous, for then fame would carry little weight and influence. Likewise, money would be of little value were everyone to have an abundance of it. Income and wealth require disparities for them to carry any useful distinction and significance. And so it is that the very desires which tend to control us and unify us in our humanity, are likewise pursuits which seek to separate and distinguish us.
![]() This part of our blog is titled "Ministry in Romania." And one of the things we want to help do when we get to Romania is to help the church there build a mercy ministry so that more Christians can be equipped to move out to their community to show the love of Christ to those in need. Derek has worked as a deacon for four years at our church, and we've participated in several volunteer and mercy opportunities. We've learned a lot and still have a long way to go to learn how to help people, but with the Syrian crisis on everyone's hearts right now, I thought we'd share a few of our thoughts here. So many of us are watching videos of Aleppo and feeling totally helpless. Some of us are moved to tears at the sights of desperate children. We feel crushed in spirit by the stories we hear of women being raped and men being beheaded. We wonder how such a travesty can even happen nowadays, and yet we have absolutely no idea what to do. Some will donate their money, and that is a wonderful, kind, generous thing. I implore every Christ follower to be really, truly, actively praying every day for these people. That is the absolute BEST thing we can do. Yet, I have been brainstorming other ways that I can help. If you live in the Atlanta area, did you know that we can serve Syrians right here in our own city? Clarkston, Georgia is considered the most diverse square-mile of land in America because there are so many nations represented in this small town. And Syrians are definitely among them! There are SO MANY ways you can help refugees as they settle here in the States - literally EVERYONE has the skills to do SOMETHING to help these people!
Everything about this couple screamed "illegitimate." The woman walked in with a big cowboy hat and seemed to play up the whole Texas thing a bit too much. The force was strong with this couple, and the indwelling of the Holy Spirit poured out - especially from the woman - as she used Christian jargon every other word. They tried to pull on our heartstrings by talking about how her brother that had died last year - which had nothing to do with their situation. The woman even produced a picture on her phone of her brother lying in the casket at the wake. The whole story of running out of money mid trip seemed too incompetent to be true. When we asked why the multitude of family that was in the area wouldn't put them up, they said that her side of the family didn't want anything to do with the stepfather, and his side of the family had a full house with kids and the elderly who had some health issues. I have rarely felt so strongly against helping someone who has sought assistance from us, but I was in favor of turning them down. The other deacon on duty at the time gave a counter pitch, and we decided to err on the side of caution. We helped them out, but very minimally. We were able to get them set up for a night or two so they could at least stay out of the cold long enough to get their bearings if their story was true.
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Catalina told me to text her if we were going to take longer, just so she knew everything was going well and we weren't in a shady situation. What I expected to be a one hour meeting max, turned into four hour meeting. As we sat and conversed with the individual in need, it was less of a dialogue and more of a monologue. The individual just went on and on about her life. But we weren't there for that. We were there for pertinent details related to immediate physical needs (food, clothing, shelter, finances). As we entered hour two, it became excruciating. All I could think about was how exhausted I was working full time, handling two kids in the mornings and when we got home from work, support raising and meeting with others, and waking up once or twice a night due to our youngest child. All I wanted to do was solve this problem and get home to prepare for the next day and get to bed. My time was being wasted.
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Unfortunately, her husband had never obtained a life insurance policy, so the woman was left with nothing. In very short succession, she had quite a number of other relatives die over the next few years. As the conversation progressed, we found out that one reason the woman could not currently get a job was because she drives her daughter to a school that is out of district, a choice made in order to give her a better shot at college. Her daughter is a senior, and could have gotten her driver's license a year and a half ago, but mom just didn't feel like she was ready. They also have a second car that they don't drive - meaning they didn't have to deplete their savings to purchase a car after mom's accident- but mom wants the second car so she can transfer it to her daughter when her daughter gets her license. The grocery bill is also much larger than it needs to be because the daughter is picky, and often wants Zaxbys or Publix subs instead of a home cooked meal.
A number of things stuck out to me. This woman had not sought a job for ten years. I can understand being out of it for a little while, but life necessitates that you move on and find a job. It's unforunate, but it just needs to be done. It's something you have to deal with. Furthermore, to deplete your savings for the convenience of giving your child a car is irresponsible. It's a nice thing to give your child a car, but not at the detriment of losing your home or going hungry. Priorities need to be assessed. Having an 18 year old daughter who you need to drive, not driving? That's a lack of parental training. If the daughter needs to do this for the family, especially considering the mother is bending over backwards to put her out of district, then the daughter had better learn to drive, and the mother had better let her learn so mom can get a job. Finally, letting your child tell you they don't like leftovers or they need take out food is ridiculous. If you only have so much money, your kid had better learn to eat whatever you put on the table. That's just the way it is. BUT...
We frequently drove across the county to get her situated in a home. We invited her to meals. We met with her fiance on a number of occasions at the prison, and were the ones to pick him up on the morning he was released. We gave her furniture. We gave her Kroger vouchers. We gave her kitchenware. We completely spent ourselves financially and emotionally. I remember one day, deep into the process, when we went over to the woman's house and saw the items she had purchased at the store with the Kroger vouchers we had given to her. Name brand stuff. Unnecessary stuff. It was pretty frustrating to think about how much farther the money could have gone, and I knew that a week into her two week grocery stipend, she would be calling and saying she needed more money. I wondered if it was really a good thing to give to such an irresponsible person. After all we had done for her, her thoughtless actions seemed absolutely inconsiderate.
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It was exhausting, but worth it. The whole process ended up taking around six months just for this one person. It was exhausting! Mercy requests rarely turn into long term relationships - though we do try to get them to become that. This was exciting. Everything seemed to be going great. But then, the woman began to become paranoid about all those who cared about her: her fiance and the deacons. She began to trust the ones around her who were dysfunctional and brought her down. We were pretty sure she was doing drugs again, and we also wondered if she was having some sort of relapse with a mental illness. We tried to get her help, but she just thought we were out to get her. Whatever it was, everything just fell apart. After six months of hard work, we failed.
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