In God I Trust

IMG_4728In God I trust. I will not be afraid.  Psalm 56:11

Highway driving in India is a life –threatening adventure. Every car we saw had numerous dents and scratches. There are no enforced traffic rules. Roads are shared by such a variety of vehicles and animals that navigating your way safely is a feat of skill and daring. We had no choice but to place our trust in our driver the intrepid Mr. Singh.   He could stop, start, swerve and blast his horn with enough determination to get us through the most snarled traffic jam. On several occasions buses veered into our lane suddenly, but Mr. Singh always turned just in time to avoid them. Once a camel loaded down with logs careened across our path. Somehow Mr. Singh anticipated the animal’s contrary movement and pulled onto the shoulder to avert certain disaster. One morning a white haired grandmother in a bright red sari, with spectacles perched on her nose, and four huge shopping bags in her arms, stepped off the highway median right in front of our van. Mr. Singh had noticed her out of the corner of his eye and came to an abrupt stop. He had some kind of sixth sense. Every time we were sure a collision with a herd of goats, rickety donkey cart or stray cow was imminent; Mr. Singh managed to maneuver his way out of it.

Our first few hours on the highway were a bit hair raising but it wasn’t long before we realized we had no choice but to trust Mr. Singh and by the end of the first day we knew our trust was well placed. Our complete confidence in Mr. Singh allowed us to concentrate on the marvelous movie- like view of India we had through the van windows while he transported us safely down a highway filled with all sorts of dangers.

We get to choose whether to trust God as the driver who will navigate our life’s journey for us. Will we trust God to help us maneuver safely and successfully around the obstacles and dangers in our way so we can move forward? Placing ourselves in God’s hands can ease our fears and make it possible for us to enjoy life. Trust in God is trust that is well placed.

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God’s Deeds in the Deep

whale johnstoneThey saw the works of the Lord, his wonderful deeds in the deep ( Psalm 107:24)

My husband and I went kayaking in Johnstone Strait, just off Canada’s west coast. We were privileged to witness God’s wonderful deeds in the deep. Johnstone Strait is home to hundreds of killer whales. These magnificent creatures swam around, beside and right underneath our boats. The first day of our paddle two huge adult orcas breached not a hundred meters from our kayaks, landing on their sides in the water with a mighty splash. I have never been so excited or terrified before in my life. One morning we woke to the sound of water spouting from the blow hole of a whale. We managed to scramble out of our tent on time to see a giant orca glide right by the rocky shore where we had camped for the night.

We visited a research station where professional whale watchers taught us many new things about the legendary “rulers of the sea”.  Each one is absolutely unique. Scientists can easily identify every single Johnstone Strait whale either by the markings on its body or the shape of its fin. They give each resident orca a name and know all about its life history.  It reminded me of how God recognizes each of us and cherishes the life of every human being.

The First Nations people of the Pacific Northwest think killer whales help to teach us spiritual truths. I couldn’t agree more. Orcas are truly miraculous works of the Creator, amazing and wonderful proof of God’s mighty deeds and awesome power.

Response: God help me to see the miracles of your creation all around me. Make me open to learning new things about you as I survey your mighty works.

Blessed are the Poor

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Blessed are you who are poor for yours is the kingdom of God.

Luke 6:20

Joe and Imi live in a house less than two meters long and two meters wide. Walls are woven bamboo mats and there is a thatched palm leaf roof. Cooking is done outside over a fire. There are no bathroom facilities. They have a rusty ceiling fan and lone light bulb.

Joe is 38 years old and lives in the Philippines. He took us in his little motorcycle wagon one day to visit his home on Boracay Island. Joe spends a quarter of his monthly income on rent for his small property, that includes his home and two additional square meters of land.

Imi, Joe’s wife smiles as she graciously welcomes us to her home. The tiny place is immaculately clean, with belongings carefully arranged on the shelves lining the walls. Imi and her five- month- old daughter Joanna are neatly dressed.  How does Imi manage their beautifully clean clothes and shining hair when washing facilities consist of a tin basin outside filled with water toted from a central village pump. The battered basin is used for laundry, washing dishes and bathing little Joanna.

Joe tells us Joanna was baptized in the large cathedral in the city of Balabag. The Philippines is 90% Catholic. My conversations with people in the Philippines made it clear their faith provides hope in the midst of poverty, but it is also the source of population problems. The powerful Catholic clergy forbids the use of modern contraception. No government- funded clinics are allowed to dispense condoms or birth control pills. This means only the rich can afford family planning. An article in Time magazine says population growth in the Philippines is outpacing agricultural and economic growth and creating real problems. The average Filipino family has six children. It was impossible for me to imagine Joe and Imi in their tiny house with six children.

Joe and Imi are poor and live in what many of us would think are crowded, primitive conditions.  Yet painted on the inside of Joe’s motorcycle wagon I saw the words………..  God bless us always.

God help me to realize how blessed I am and to share those blessings with others who may not be as fortunate.

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Bethesda- A Place of Healing

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Now there is in Jerusalem…….. a pool called Bethesda which is surrounded by five great colonnades…….. here a great number of disabled people used to lie- the blind, the lame, the paralyzed

John 5:2-3

I was visiting the site of the Pool of Bethesda in the Muslim quarter of Jerusalem. I explained to my traveling companions that the hospital in my hometown was called Bethesda and that my Dad had worked there as a physician for over thirty years. “I have to take a picture here”, I said. One of my colleagues obliging took a photo of me at the spot where Jesus is said to have healed a lame man who was almost forty years old. The man was lying by the pool because people believed when its waters stirred; an angel was present and would heal those who entered the pool.  Jesus talked to the man and healed him on the spot- an act that got him into trouble. The authorities said he shouldn’t be healing on Sunday.  Really they were worried Jesus’ growing popularity might cause political problems.

Our guide pointed out the five porches on the pool, which match the Biblical description in John 5. The guide told us archeologists discovered the pool forty feet below ground in 1960. That was nearly twenty- five years after the pool’s namesake Bethesda Hospital was opened in my hometown but about the same time my Dad started working at Bethesda as a doctor.

Jesus healed many people during his time on earth- people with many different kinds of illnesses of the body, mind and spirit. He healed a man at Bethesda. My father brought hope and healing to many people too at his Bethesda.  I know that it was his belief in God and his desire to follow Jesus Christ that motivated my father to dedicate his life to helping those who needed healing. Many of his patients have attested to the Christian compassion he exhibited on the job. Through the hands of doctors and other medical personnel the healing hand of Jesus continues to reach out to people today.

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The Wailing Wall

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There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. Galatians 3:28

So God created human beings in his own image. In the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.  Genesis 1:27

Visitors to the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem write their prayers and hopes on pieces of paper and slip them into cracks in the wall. The wall is all that is left of a temple erected by King Herod twenty years before Jesus was born. The Wailing Wall is a holy place. People come to Jerusalem from all over the world to pray, read Scripture and feel God’s presence at the wall.

I was upset when I visited the Wailing Wall because a huge section of it has been reserved as a place for men to pray, while women are assigned only a small portion of the wall. Consequently the women’s part of the wall is very crowded and women have to wait a long time before they can have a chance to approach the wall, place their precious papers in its crevices and pray. Men can just sashay up to the wall anytime.

I was visiting the wall with twenty -two high school students many of them seniors about to graduate. The girls in our group were undeterred by the fact that their side of the wall was smaller and the boys who were traveling with us were encouraging them to ‘hurry up.’ They spent considerable time writing meaningful letters to God and then waited in line to approach the wall with their prayers.

Despite the inconvenience due to the fact that the female side of the wall was smaller, the young women with me were touched and inspired by their visit to the wall. One wrote in her journal it made her feel special to know she had participated in a religious ritual established over 1600 years ago.  Another wrote that even after she returned home, she would be happy thinking about the fact that her hopes and dreams were tucked away in a wall many people call “God’s most holy place on earth.”

God created human beings as male and female. Jesus Christ said in his kingdom both men and women were of equal value. Hopefully someday the Wailing Wall will be divided evenly, so both men and women have an equal opportunity to use it, or perhaps, someday there will be no need for separate male and female sections of the wall at all.

God I know your listening ear is equally available to all people all the time.

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Monuments of Greatness

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We will tell to the coming generation the glorious deeds of the Lord

– Psalm 78: 4

 I visited the cities of Beijing and Xian and saw the monuments built to remind coming generations of the glorious deeds of China’s first emperor Qin Shi Huang.  Qin united his nation’s warring factions. He instituted uniform systems of writing, taxation, law, measurement and money. He ordered the construction of roads across the land. Qin also fostered national unity by bringing together hundreds of thousands of laborers from all over China. They began building the Great Wall, and sculpted eight thousand life size terra cotta soldiers to be buried in Qin’s tomb with him as a testament to his military might. I am only one of millions of modern day visitors who have flocked to the Great Wall near Beijing and to the excavation site of the terra cotta warriors in Xian to be impressed first hand by the glorious deeds of the great Lord Qin.

          The Psalmist talks about the importance of informing the coming generation of God’s glorious deeds. Will we do that by building impressive architectural wonders to honor God like the ancient Chinese emperor did to honor his own greatness ?  I don’t think so. Our testament to God’s greatness lies in the way we live our lives and relate to those around us. Millions will also flock to honor our God when we consistently imitate Jesus Christ in our daily walk. True godly living by Christians everywhere could bring about a change in our world that would be far greater than any of the changes Emperor Qin brought to China.

God my daily actions should be a testament to your glorious deeds. I want to pass on your legacy of love and peace to coming generations and to the world. 

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A Public Voice

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……give attention to the public reading of Scripture…… 1 Timothy 4:1

“ The Lord is my refuge and strength.”  A woman’s voice rings out clearly across Hong Kong’s Central Square.  It’s Sunday morning. Thousands of Filipino maids, who work for the city’s wealthy have flocked together to eat, visit and worship. They’re in Hong Kong because a maid’s wages here are three times those of a nurse or teacher in the Philippines. The women work twenty four hours a day, six days a week. Labor laws force employers to give them twelve hours off each Sunday. Since most send their money home to their families they can’t afford to meet in restaurants or theatres. Instead they congregate in public parks or squares. Worshipping God is a key part of these gatherings . The women stand in circles to sing joyously, pray fervently and read Scripture aloud expressively. One Sunday I went to Central Square to talk with the women. It was clear their faith in God was important. “ I pray to God and my burdens are lifted”, one woman told me passionately raising her hands to heaven. Indeed these women bear difficult burdens. Many are treated harshly by their employers and must endure long separations from their husbands and children in the Philippines. Yet their sense of hope is evident as you listen to them praise God in song and prayer. They joyfully share Scripture aloud not only with each other but also with the citizens of their adopted city who may be passing by. The Filipino women’s willingness to publicly proclaim their trust in God’s word is an example to everyone.

God may I trust in your Word and have the courage to share its message of hope with everyone.

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Holy Moments

IMG_0986They kept looking for Jesus.    John 11:56

On my recent trip to the Holy Land I didn’t find God in the places I expected. Frankly most of the stops on the traditional ‘Jesus’ tours are just tourist traps. Huge ornate cathedrals have been built over the places where Jesus ‘might’ have been born, ‘could’ have been crucified and ‘perhaps’ was buried. These places are gaudy, ornate shrines packed with hordes of sightseers often surrounded by noisy, crowded souvenir shops. I figured Jesus would probably start to cry or else get angry if he could see the way greedy entrepreneurs are taking advantage of him to make a ‘quick buck’.

You have to get off the beaten tourist path if you want to have ‘holy’ moments in the Holy Land. I had one in the Negev desert.  We took a camel trek out to a Bedouin camp to spend the night in a tent there and I woke up just before dawn. I went to the edge of the camp to watch the sun come up over the desert. It was totally quiet and I waited in almost breathless silence as the sun slithered in a golden slice over the hills and then bathed the barren brown landscape around us in a shining orange light.

The church in Cana where Jesus turned the water into wine could have been just another tourist trap but they were actually having a wedding there. We arrived just as the newlyweds were exiting the building surrounded by smiling relatives and friends. Everyone was laughing and clapping. One of the wedding guests happily chatted with me and told me all about the bridal couple, their families, their jobs and their honeymoon plans.

I had another ‘holy’ moment in a Palestinian refugee camp as I watched three dark haired little girls playing a version of hopscotch. The children are homeless, the walls around them topped with barbed wire and riddled with bullets but they were having fun- laughing and skipping together.

Perhaps all too often we look for the ‘holy’ in the wrong places. Jesus might not be in a fancy cathedral or even in the land of his birth. He might be waiting for us in the quiet moments just before dawn, in the smile of a bride or the innocent play of children.

God if I can’t find you maybe I’m looking in the wrong places.

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A Woman of Compassion

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Be kind and compassionate to one another.

Ephesians 4:32

Who was Veronica? I didn’t know anything about her until I visited Jerusalem and walked the path that Jesus is said to have walked with his cross. At one point along the way a stone marker bears the name Veronica.  I learned there is a legend that a woman named Veronica made her way towards Jesus as he passed by with his heavy cross. Braving the soldiers’ swords and possible ridicule from the crowd she stepped forward and used her veil to wipe the spit and sweat from Jesus’ face. As she took the veil away the image of Christ’s face was imprinted on it.

        There are many theories as to who Veronica actually was. Some say she was really Martha, Lazarus’ sister. Others claim she was the woman that Jesus had healed of a flow of blood. There is a theory that she was the wife of Zacchaeus and still another that her real name was Sheraphia and she was the wife of an influential member of the Sanhedrin. It was believed she had followed Jesus secretly in the past but on this day she publicly supported him as he walked through the final hours of his life.

        Later I visited the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem. I saw a painting that seemed to depict the scene from the story of Veronica. I asked one of the priests if it was a painting of Veronica and he affirmed it was.

           We are called to be compassionate like Veronica. When we meet those whose pain might be eased by an act of compassion we should willingly offer our services. The name Veronica means ‘true image’.  When we show kindness to people the way Veronica did we are indeed portraying a ‘true image’ of Christ.

God gives me eyes to see those who might be encouraged by an act of kindness or compassion today. May I reach out in a caring way. 

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Come Unto Me and Rest

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We toured the Little India section of Singapore. I saw a Hindu temple whose roof and entrance were lavishly decorated with numerous colorful carved deities. I was told these gods were placed on the outside of the temple because people of lower caste were not allowed inside. Having the gods on the exterior made it possible for those of inferior social station to worship from a distance. It made me think of how Christian churches have also forced some people to worship God from without, rather than from within. There have been times when we have restricted certain groups from participating fully in the life of the institutional church because of their gender, lifestyle choice, social class, skin color or age.  

               Singapore is a modern city filled with gleaming skyscrapers, built as cathedrals to house the business giants of the fast paced world of high finance, technology and designer shopping. How delightful then to stumble upon St. Andrew’s Cathedral right in the centre of town. A huge banner on the church fence invited people into the church to pray, reminding them that JESUS SAID, “COME UNTO ME AND REST.” I was impressed that in the heart of a frantically paced metropolis, people were being asked to remember how the spiritual aspect of life can provide a respite from our driven existence.

              I went inside the cathedral. Stained glass windows filtered in lovely colored light. Candles flickered in wrought iron holders. The stone floor and heavy wooden benches created a solid, stable feel. Prayer stools upholstered with distinctive hand made needlepoint pictures were found under every pew.  I thought of the countless hours dedicated parishioners of the church must have spent designing and embroidering the coverings for over a hundred stools. How many thousands of visitors had used them to kneel before God with their petitions and praises? The quiet, beautiful cathedral truly was an inviting peaceful place of rest. 

God help your family and your church to be a place of rest for everyone. May I do my part to make everyone feel welcome and invited into your kingdom.

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