The Brownstone

Let Justice Roll on Like a River

2012-01-24T08:19:00.000-08:00

Discouraged. Disheartened. Depressed. Dismayed.

That about sums up my week.

What is the nature of my downcast soul? I'm not sure. But it has something to do with the fact that life is not fair. I'm not really referring to a personal injustice. I'm talking more along the lines of injustice on a worldwide scale: perpetrators abusing children, society devaluing women, citizens marginalizing foreigners. It just gets to me sometimes. The unfairness. The injustice. The senselessness of it all.

Why can't people just be nice?!

So I contemplate their plight. I cry out to God on their behalf. And I wonder, “What can I do to be a part of the solution?” But then, today I found myself asking God to take away these feelings. I can't deal with them anymore! There's too much heartache, too much pain, and it's too big a burden for me to bear.

It's just too much.

And then I waited. And I thought. And I considered, what if maybe, just maybe, God made my soul this sensitive for a reason. Not so that I could worry, mind you. But so that I would be too uncomfortable with turning away from the plight of the disadvantaged. Perhaps, in this way God is giving me a gift. The gift of a glimpse into his soul.

Do not mistreat an alien or oppress him . . . Do not take advantage of a widow or an orphan. If you do and they cry out to me, I will certainly hear their cry. Exodus 22:21-23

God has heard the cry of the orphan, the widow, and the alien. So have I. And truth be told, so have many. Therefore, I will continue to do what I have done. I will pray daily for their liberation. Give tangibly to their felt needs. Teach practically to enlighten the church. Challenge thoughtfully the biases of our culture. And work together with others to alleviate their plight.

Yes, that is what I will do.

What will you do?

But let justice roll on like a river, righteousness like a never-failing stream! Amos 5:24

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Finding Her Place

2011-12-31T10:53:00.000-08:00

Did you know that the last time we see Mary, the mother of Jesus is in the book of Acts? They all joined together constantly in prayer, along with the women and Mary the mother of Jesus, and with his brothers. ~Acts 1:14

*With this brief reference to Mary we realize that neither the sword that threatened her nor her own inability to understand Jesus prevented her from being one of those gathered in the upper room. These are the faithful ones, continuing to hold on to the promises of God. Obedient to the word of Christ. Mary, who began in Luke's gospel as a servant, appears here also as a disciple. This is the last we see or hear of Mary in the history of the church, but she is the only person who is present both at the prologue of the gospel and the prologue of the church.*

The story of Christ would be incomplete without Mary. But as the Biblical record attests, after the birth and childhood of Jesus, her role diminishes as her Son is exalted. Relatively speaking, the Bible says very little about her, but what it does say is quite informative. We know she was a woman of faith; for someone so young, Mary exhibited great trust in the leading of God. She was a mother; thoughtful and inquisitive, she pondered the events and reactions of others concerning her son. But most of all, she was a disciple. Happily, in the end Mary found her rightful place within the family of God. Not above anyone else, but as an equal serving the Savior as a disciple of Christ. She was faithful from the cradle to the cross.

*Mary, Glimpses of the Mother of Jesus by B. R. Gaventa

Scars

2011-12-21T16:24:00.000-08:00

These last few weeks, we have been looking at the birth and life of Jesus through the eyes of his mother Mary. In the Gospels, the last place we find Mary in the life of her son Jesus was at his cross. I can only imagine her heartache at that moment.

Near the cross of Jesus stood his mother, his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to his mother, “Dear woman, here is your son,” and to the disciple, “Here is your mother.” From that time on, this disciple took her into his home. ~John 19:25-27

Why did Jesus place his mother in the care of one of his disciples? Mary had other children who could have taken care of her; we know of at least four brothers mentioned in the Gospel of Mark. Quite possibly though, the reason was as simple as this: the brothers of Jesus were not yet believers. We know that later his brother James becomes a believer and even a leader in the early church, but at this point apparently they do not accept him as Messiah.

We can only imagine the thoughts of Mary now. No mother wants to see her child suffering in pain; we would rather take on the pain ourselves. But what Jesus did, only he could do. He was the sacrifice, there could be no other.

As parents, one of the most difficult things Stuart and I ever had to do was place our son in the care of someone else. Scheduled for surgery at three months of age, I still remember the moment I placed my tiny baby into the arms of the nurse. She turned around and went through the doors to the surgery. And we turned around and went through the doors to the waiting room.

A few hours later, the surgeon returned and described the procedure to us. Wesley was recovering upstairs in a room and the nurse would bring us there shortly. However, first the doctor said something I would never forget: You need to prepare yourself, because when you go upstairs you are not going to see a pretty baby. He's attached to monitors, he has stitches, his face is swollen, and his arms are restrained to protect himself. Just prepare yourself.

Well, no doctor should tell a mother that her baby is not pretty! After our conversation, I clearly remember taking the elevator to Wesley's floor and standing in the entrance way to his room. And there he was, such a tiny baby in such a big hospital bed. Nevertheless, Stuart and I were not dismayed at the way our son looked, quite the contrary we were amazed at his transformation. We were in awe of the doctor's expertise and appreciative of the Lord's guiding hand.

In the months and years to come my only concern as a mom, were the prominent scars on my son's lip. I was concerned that when he got older and started school the other children would tease him. You know how mothers are, we are protective of our young. One particular day, while sharing my concern with the Lord about my son's scars, I heard his gentle voice say to me, Wendy, I know how you feel. My son has scars too.

My son has scars too. I'll never forget those words. It still amazes me to think that Jesus, in his resurrected, glorified body, chose to keep the scars of humanity. But he did. We all have scars. Some may be more evident than others, but you can't get through this life without some battle wounds. Some scars are emotional, some scars are physical, but we all possess them one way or another. I have realized over the years though that scars are an evidence of two things. Obviously, scars are the evidence that a hurt has taken place, but scars are also the evidence that a healing has occurred.

My son has scars. You and I have scars. However, let us never forget that our Savior has scars too. He understands our wounds and carries the reminders with him always.

Next time: Finding her place

Treasuring the Wonders of God (part 2)

2011-12-19T10:14:00.000-08:00

I began these Advent reflections as a way to witness the birth of Christ from a unique perspective. Divinely called and uniquely gifted, Mary gives us a front row seat to the most spectacular birth on record. Indeed, she was the only person who witnessed the life of God's only Son from the cradle to the cross. And therefore, as a mother, I appreciate her point of view like no other.

Studying the birth narratives of Christ, prompted a few memories of my own. I vividly recall the day of June 2, 1994 for a variety of reasons. Pregnant with my second child and a bit overdue, I reluctantly agreed to go into the hospital to be induced. My new doctor was concerned that the baby may be losing weight and although I did not agree with his assessment, I did agree to follow his orders. Happily, this day would bring our family a new son yet another unexpected development would also give us pause.

After hours of labor with little progress I agreed to my first epidural. For the record, I hate needles! But I was grateful for the relief and soon our son was born. Before I had the opportunity to see him, though, my doctor asked me some very strange questions: "Did anything happen during your pregnancy? . . . Were you ill? . . . Did you take any medications?" Confused by his questions I simply said, "No, nothing happened during my pregnancy." Then the doctor told us that although our son seemed healthy, he was born with a cleft lip.

I'm not sure I understood what the doctor meant until I looked at our child. Wesley was born with a birth defect known as a bilateral cleft lip; that is, his top lip had not fully formed and was split in two places. As we pondered this unexpected event in his young life, I also pondered the Psalm the Lord directed me to eight months prior:

13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. 14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. 15 My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, 16 your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. ~Psalm 139

Verse 16 became particularly relevant to me at that moment, “your eyes saw my unformed body.” That fateful day, so many months ago, I cried out to God and he spoke to me so definitively, so clearly, yet I did not understand him until that moment. There are many things in this life that I do not understand and at the top of my list is, why are children are born with birth defects? I say this as a mom and not as a theologian. I understand that we live in a cursed world. Over the years I have pondered the word of God to me and I have treasured the insights he has given me through my son's ordeal. Although I still may have a lot of questions without answers, I also have a heightened appreciation for who God is and his all-encompassing concern for my son. Therefore, of this one thing I am absolutely sure, every child is lovingly created by the sovereign hand of God . . . in his image . . . for his purpose.

My prayer for you this advent day is that as you consider your child or any child for that matter, I pray you may appreciate the wonder of God, his divine image, and his sovereign potential in their precious lives.

Next time: Scars

Treasuring the Wonders of God

2011-12-11T19:25:00.000-08:00

Mary's pregnancy and birth were different in many respects. Like any other expectant woman, I'm sure Mary prepared and planned for the day she would give birth. Maybe Joseph saw to the furnishing of the home, while Mary asked a female relative to help her when the time came. But whatever plans they made, they were rudely interrupted by a decree from Caesar Augustus. Therefore, under compulsion of law, Joseph traveled to Bethlehem with Mary, who was now in her last month of pregnancy. Whether she traveled by foot or by animal, Mary could not have been comfortable. And by the time they arrived in Bethlehem, all suitable lodging was taken. I wonder what the young couple was thinking. Did they ever question God throughout their journey? Was Mary disappointed in the change of plans? What was she thinking when Joseph led her to a stable and the birth pangs began? I understand Mary was a woman of faith, but she was also very human and very young.

On that fateful night, the young couple barely had time to enjoy their new family when strange guests arrived to see their son. So the {shepherds} hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told. ~Luke 2:16-20

In contrast to the enthusiastic response of the shepherds, Mary quietly meditated on the significance of all that had happened. The significance of the angels and their message, the unexpected arrival of the shepherds, the humble place of her son's birth, his true nature and identity, his future and what it meant to the future of Israel; what it meant to the future of the world.

Many years ago, soon after I found out that I was pregnant with our second child, I was going about my normal day when suddenly a sense of dread and foreboding came over me. I remember crying uncontrollably for I thought something had happened to the baby. I thought I had miscarried, although there was no physical evidence. So I cried and prayed until I was too tired to cry and pray any longer. After awhile, I calmed myself down and I simply said to myself and to God, “Even though I do not understand what is happening, I will trust God no matter what.” Then, I decided to read something in the Bible. I wanted to read one of the Psalms because the writers of the Psalms knew how to express themselves when they were distraught. And they also knew how to express faith although their circumstances had not changed. So I arbitrarily opened my Bible and turned to Psalm 139 and I began to read. When I got to verse 13, I knew that the Lord had heard my cries:

After reading the scripture, first I was shocked that God spoke to me so quickly. Then I pondered what God did and did not say to me. I was confident that God had heard my prayer. That was evident in the Psalm he directed me to read. But I still had to trust God with the life of my child, because he did not clearly tell me that everything was all right. But it was enough to know that he had heard me. I didn't know it then, but like Mary, I would soon realize that God had said so much more to me than I could understand in that moment.

Next time: part 2

Carrying the Promise to Full Term

2011-12-04T20:00:00.000-08:00

Mary was a very young woman, possibly no older than 15, when the angel Gabriel gave her a life changing message: Do not be afraid, Mary, you have found favor with God. You will be with child and give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus. ~Luke 1:30-31

Although surprised by the news, Mary wholeheartedly submitted to the will of God. However, when Mary submitted to God's will, she was also submitting to the possible shame a premarital pregnancy would bring her. Nevertheless, despite the potential gossip, despite the possible rejection of friends, despite how Joseph might react to the news, Mary submitted herself to God. By her own confession in verse 38, she was first and foremost a servant of the Lord. Without complete understanding, yet with complete trust, Mary prepared herself to carry the promise of God to full term.

The messenger of God revealed to young Mary some wondrous truth about her child: He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David, and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever; his kingdom will never end.~Luke 1:32-33

Absolutely magnificent stuff, but we have to ask ourselves, how much did Mary really understand? Certainly she realized that this child would be special, but she could not have comprehended the significance of his mission or the ultimate sacrifice he would make. This would take time and further revelation. Regardless, Mary placed her confidence in God despite her lack of complete knowledge.

We can understand that, can't we? How many of us have said yes to God's leading without really knowing what we were getting ourselves into. That is the way of faith, though, is it not? Usually, it seems that God gives us just enough light to see the step in front of us, and when we are ready to make the next step, he directs the light a little further ahead. In this sense, we are like Mary. We may not understand the complete plan of God, but we harbor in our hearts the desire to carry the promise of God to full term.

Next time: Treasuring the wonders of God

Luke 1:28-38 28 The angel went to her and said, “Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you.” 29 Mary was greatly troubled at his words and wondered what kind of greeting this might be. 30 But the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary, you have found favor with God. 31 You will be with child and give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus. 32 He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David, 33 and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever; his kingdom will never end.” 34 “How will this be,” Mary asked the angel, “since I am a virgin?” 35 The angel answered, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called the Son of God. 36 Even Elizabeth your relative is going to have a child in her old age, and she who was said to be barren is in her sixth month. 37 For nothing is impossible with God.” 38 “I am the Lord’s servant,” Mary answered. “May it be to me as you have said.” Then the angel left her.

Through a Mother's Eyes

2011-11-30T17:51:00.000-08:00

So, last Sunday I preached the longest sermon of my life. Apparently, I have no concept of time when I preach in Spanish :) Fortunately, though, we also have a very gracious church and an equally gracious pastor.
Another fortunate happenstance is that I have enough material to share with you these next few weeks of Advent.

When I was a child, I remember attending church on the first Sunday of Advent and bringing home the Advent wreath to celebrate the season. It is a tradition we continue with our family today. If you are not familiar with this tradition, every night we light a candle that represents a part of the Christmas story. Each week, we light one more candle until Christmas day when we celebrate the light of the world Jesus.

I loved this tradition as a child. Although it was fun to talk about Santa and sing about Rudolph, I always knew that Christmas was really about Jesus. And the Advent season helped our family to prepare for this wondrous celebration. Therefore, as I considered my message for Sunday, I had Christmas on my mind. I read the Christmas story in Gospel of Luke and studied the early life of Jesus once again, and I wondered . . . what was it like for Jesus to grow up in his home? Did he get along with his siblings? Was he popular as a child; did he have a lot of friends? Was he a good student; did he complete his homework on time?

When I read the stories of the Bible, I like to place myself into the text, to view life and events through the eyes of those who experienced it first hand. And I realized through reading again the life of Christ there was only one person who was there from the cradle to the cross. And it is through her eyes these next few weeks, that I wish to tell the story of Christ.

Although, I have no desire to exaggerate the importance of Mary, neither do I wish to ignore her. She is, in fact a part of the Christmas story and the life of Christ. But as the story of Christ progresses, we see that she, like John the Baptist, must decrease, and Jesus must increase. As we watch Jesus grow up, leave home, begin his ministry, fulfill his purpose, and reveal his true identity, we also watch Mary slowly lose her influence and prominence in the life of her son, yet eventually find her true identity in the family of God.

As a woman, as a mother, and as a believer I find her perspective unique and interesting. As I read the story of God's son once again through the eyes of Mary, I was reminded of some personal events in my life as a mom that I would to share with you as well. It is a great responsibility to be a parent. We have no idea what it means to be a mom or dad, until we are one. Children are a joy and a privilege, but they come with a few surprises as well.

Many years ago, our son needed surgery when he was an infant. Stuart and I still remember the moment we had to place our son in the care of someone else. We had to trust that the doctors and nurses would take care of him, that they would protect him, and that they would bring him back to us when the surgery was completed.

Much in the same way, many years ago, God placed his son in the hands of a young couple. He trusted them to care for him, to raise him in a faithful Jewish home, and to guide him until he was ready to depart and then be placed back into the hands of the Father.

Next time: Carrying the Promise to Full Term

Made for Another World

2011-11-28T18:32:00.000-08:00

"If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world." -C.S. Lewis

El Día de los Muertos

2011-11-07T20:39:00.000-08:00

Although, it looks and sounds like Halloween here in Mexico City, Mexicans actually celebrate the Day of the Dead. However, that is a bit of a misnomer as well as the celebration can last two or three days.

What can be more festive than a trio of happy ceramic squash.

We did have trick or treaters on October 31 (no these are not them) and many came to the home singing Queremos Halloween or Queremos Calaveritas. Calaveritas refer to the skulls that are a popular decoration this time of the year.

Although, some of the decorations in the neighborhood were scary and gory, most were like these. The holiday seems to poke fun at death. In their own way, I believe the Mexican culture is teaching us that death is not something to be feared.

Notice the marigolds lining the path. Marigolds are the traditional flower of El Dia de los Muertos. Supposedly their strong fragrance attracts and guides their departed loved ones as they visit earth for the day.

The Spanish word for Marigolds is Zempasuchitl (good luck pronouncing that).

Families build altars to offer food and drink to their ancestors.

Many are adorned with pictures and other objects that they loved.

Some families visit cemeteries, decorate the grave sites, and share happy memories.

Pan de Muerto is the traditional bread. It's actually quite good with the essence of orange.

We traditionally have chili on Halloween :) It was quite good as well.

It seems as though, I learn something new almost everyday here in Mexico City. El Dia de los Muertos is not just a holiday. It's a statement.

I may not understand or agree with all the traditions of Mexico, but I think can understand this one. I understand that death is not something to be feared; that loved ones need not be forgotten; and even in the midst of sorrow, there can be joy.

O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? ~1 Corinthians 15:55

Exceptional Help

2011-10-12T17:08:00.000-07:00

God did this so that men would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from each one of us. ~Acts 17:27

My Pentateuch class at Anna Sanders Bible Institute in Mexico City, just started studying Exodus and I am intrigued by the exceptional part that women played in the history of Israel.

As we remember from Sunday School, there is a new Pharoah in town; one that does not know Joseph nor how he blessed the nation of Egypt. Intimidated by the numerous Israelites, this Pharaoh initiates a three-fold plan to thwart their growth. First he oppresses them with forced labor, then he recruits midwives to kill the newborn Hebrew boys, next he orders the Hebrew boys to be thrown into the Nile.

However, his plan is consistantly thwarted by the women in the story: The life affirming midwives refuse to kill the newborns, loving mom Jochebed hides her son, wise sister Miriam offers timely advice for the newfound infant, and finally the merciful Pharoah's daughter receives Moses as her own. Where would the nation of Israel be without the integrity, creativeness, wisdom and compassion of the women in this story!

When God created Eve he endowed her with a worthy title: helper. Lest we think that this moniker somehow means weaker or less capable let's remember that Israel called upon the Lord by the same name: But joyful are those who have the God of Israel as their helper . . . ~Psalm 146:5.

An appropriate helper is not inferior to the one they help but rather one who is capable and suitable for the task at hand. The Exodus story highlights many helpers who are responsible for advancing God's divine plan of redemption.

Our lives here in Mexico are filled with numerous helpers as well; fellow missionaries, neighbors, and friends who day by day help us acclimate to the culture, learn the language, and partner with us in ministry.

Of course, Stuart and I enjoy helping too. In the last year, we have helped a local church get a new start, taught Bible at our kids' school, preached at church, and taught at the Anna Sanders Bible Institute. And this year we look forward to helping even more.

We appreciate your valuable help as well. You have prayed for us, supported us financially, sent encouraging letters, and remembered us on our birthdays. We can't do this without you.

Thanks for your help.

When God’s people are in need, be ready to help them. ~Romans 12:13

God only Wise

2011-10-02T10:12:00.000-07:00

In his First Letter to Timothy, Paul writes and encourages his son in the faith. Between instructions on how to refute the false teaching that had infiltrated the young church in Ephesus and instructions on worship, Paul interjects a short testimony.

12 I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who has given me strength, that he considered me faithful, appointing me to his service. 13 Even though I was once a blasphemer and a persecutor and a violent man, I was shown mercy because I acted in ignorance and unbelief. 14 The grace of our Lord was poured out on me abundantly, along with the faith and love that are in Christ Jesus.
15 Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners—of whom I am the worst. 16 But for that very reason I was shown mercy so that in me, the worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his unlimited patience as an example for those who would believe on him and receive eternal life. 17 Now to the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen. ~1 Timothy 1:12-17

So it is here, in Paul's assessment of his former self and Paul's realization of who God is, do we find the inspiration behind this majestic hymn. When the undeserving, ignorant, and the worst of sinners collides with the all-gracious, most merciful, and all-powerful Redeemer an explosion of praise results.

Whenever I hear this hymn I want to explode in praise! Because when the realization of who I really am confronts the majesty of who God truly is then I can rejoice knowing that his compassion exceeds my deepest longings, his generosity surpasses my greatest needs, and his radiance shines brighter than my richest imaginations.

Immortal, invisible, God only wise,

In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise.

Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,
Not wanting, not wasting, Thou rulest in might;
Thy justice like mountains high soaring above,
Thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love.

To all life Thou givest—to both great and small;
In all life Thou livest, the true life of all;
We blossom and flourish like leaves on the tree,
Then wither and perish, but naught changeth Thee.

Thou reignest in glory, Thou rulest in Light.
Thine angels adore Thee all veiling their sight.
All praise we would render: O help us to see
'Tis only the splendor of Light hiddeth Thee.

Great Father of glory, pure Father of light,
Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight;
But of all Thy rich graces this grace, Lord, impart
Take the veil from our faces, the vile from our heart.

All laud we would render; O help us to see
’Tis only the splendor of light hideth Thee,
And so let Thy glory, Almighty, impart,
Through Christ in His story, Thy Christ to the heart.

Fiesta de Independencia

2011-09-25T13:51:00.000-07:00

A student of mine at the Anna Sander's Bible Institute invited our family to an Independence Day celebration at her father's church.

The church was not too far from our home, but in a part of the city we were not familiar with.

The mountains were beautiful that night.

What's a fiesta without a mariachi band?

They played and sang beautifully.

My student Keila (on the left) worshiping the Lord in dance.

After the service the members of the band gave our family a CD of their music.

What a pleasant surprise!

Stuart and I with Keila.

In the United States we grill hamburgers and hot dogs on the 4th.

In Mexico we feast on pozole, a traditional soup made with hominy.

It was quite good :)

Let Freedom Ring

2011-09-11T13:10:00.000-07:00

Today is an interesting day here in Mexico. It is 9/11, so as a US citizen I recall the events of 10 years ago with a heavy heart. The images on TV and on the web prod my emotions once again and bring tears to my eyes. I distinctly remember where I was and what I was doing on this day in 2001. I had no idea that the next 10 years of my life would bring so much diversity. I had no idea that I would live in three other countries and now be serving as a missionary in Mexico.

Which brings me to the events of today. During prayer requests, I asked my church (in my broken Spanish) to remember the US and to pray for our enemies as the Bible says. Graciously, our church here in Mexico City prayed for the United States, for those who lost loved ones, and for our allies and enemies alike. My former professor at Southeastern University of the Assemblies of God posted a note on Facebook concerning a Christian's response to our enemies - namely to love them. His post consisted of numerous Biblical texts in regard to our attitudes towards those who hate us (including 1 Peter 3:10-12 and Luke 6:27-36). However, the response of some toward his post took me aback.

As a missionary, I love my country of service. But I have a unique and desperate love for my birth country, my country of citizenship. I deeply appreciate the sacrifices made and the freedoms we enjoy. Nevertheless, may I never forget I am also a citizen of a greater country. The truth is, I am an alien and a stranger in a very different land, one that is not my own and my heart aches for a better one - a heavenly one; one that God has prepared for me*.

Today is 9/11, a date that will live in infamy for all US citizens. And in a few days is 9/16, which may mean nothing to you, but it is Mexico's independence day. So today in Mexico, I stand between two extremes. As I remember the losses of 9/11, I also anticipate with my Mexican brothers and sisters their upcoming independence day celebrations in a few days. Indeed, FREEDOM and LIBERTY are beautiful words and concepts to contemplate. To live in a country that is free is a beautiful thing. But to live with a Savior that continually sets us free from hate, racism, and bitterness is a better thing.

Let freedom ring.

If the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed. ~John 8:36

*Hebrews 11:13-16

Mercado de la Ciudadela

2011-09-10T14:24:00.000-07:00

A-tisket, a-tasket, a green and yellow, blue and orange, purple and red basket . . .

We visited Mercado de la Ciudadela recently with Olivia, before her move to Texas.

There are literally 100's of stalls filled with arts and crafts from all over Mexico.

Beautiful Huicho Indian bead art. I want the nativity set :)

Are you ready for some football!

I ♥ Rhode Island

2011-08-19T09:53:00.000-07:00

Our road trip to Connecticut takes a happy turn to Narragansett.

Fishing boats like this one, motor in and out all day unloading their catch to the fish markets and restaurants along Narragansett Bay.

Olivia, Wesley and Sophia standing on the same pier my siblings and I played on as kids.

View from the pier.

Beautiful . . . Beautiful . . . Beautiful

Where's Waldo?

Actually, the two in the middle are my parents walking towards us.

Quaint shops welcome visitors.

Yes, my friends, the Holy Land is closer than you ever imagined.

As the story goes, a local fisherman deemed this little fishing village, Galilee.

When asked what was across the channel, "Must be Jerusalem" was his reply.

Or as they say in Mexico, "tranquilo".

One of the restaurants here where you can get great seafood.

Here's the other one where we ate.

And this is what we call LUNCH.

That and a half dozen clam cakes.

Time for ice cream.

You got to love the Rhode Island attitude.

My mom and dad taking a final look over the bay.

Olivia and Stuart.

Chillaxing before we go.

Although, I grew up in Connecticut, went to school in Florida, ministered in Indiana, lived in Jamaica, Costa Rica and Mexico . . . Rhode Island is my favorite place in the world :)

Road Trip 2011

2011-08-06T12:34:00.000-07:00

Nothing says summer like driving 6000 miles and spending 10 days in our beloved Speed the Light Vehicle.

O yeah.

Actually our trip served a number of purposes. Olivia spent a month in Springfield, Missouri working the ISMK* program. So we picked her up on the way to Fort Wayne, Indiana where we had a chance to reunite with friends, gather more of our belongings, and then head out to Connecticut to surprise my parents for their 50th wedding anniversary.

On our way to Springfield we stopped in San Antonio for a couple of hours. La Villita seemed a fitting place to visit.

My parents were quite surprised that the party my sister invited them to was not her birthday party but their anniversary party. Our family's presence compounded their surprise and I was so grateful they did not suffer heart attacks as that would have defeated the whole purpose of our arrival.

The happy couple, Carol and Marshall Mitchell married on June 24, 1961.

They began their family right away and my brother Scott Francis* was born June 6, 1962.

The Mitchell family circa 1970.

My sister Bonnie, my mom, me, and my youngest brother Todd sitting on my father's lap.

Here we are today, older, wiser, and much too big to sit on my father's lap.

A host of family and friends including my mom's cousin Georgia and her husband John celebrated the day with us.

Youngest cousin Matthew teases Sophia.

Stuart with my brother-in-law Mike watching the folks open their gifts.

Olivia and Sophia.

Golden chocolate bars for a golden anniversary.

My dad and I having a chat.

Apparently I said something quite funny.

Uncle Donald (my dad's brother) mesmerizes my niece Jessica, nephew Matthew and brother Todd.

Festive red velvet and vanilla cupcakes.

Here's to 50 more years :)

Mom-mom and Pop-pop with all their grandchildren.

Olivia and Sophia to the left, Jessica and Elizabeth to the right and Wesley and Matthew in front.

From everlasting to everlasting the LORD's love is with those who fear him, and his righteousness with their children's children - with those who keep his covenant and remember to obey his precepts. Psalm 103:17, 18

Our travels have only begun. Stay tuned.

*ISMK stands for International Society of Missionary Kids

*Scotty died of Leukemia May 5, 1967

Esto, Eso y Otras Cosas

2011-06-15T19:12:00.000-07:00

Here is a bunch of this, that and other things from the previous month.

Sophia, Olivia, and Wesley sitting atop La Cuspide Sky Mall on the north side of Mexico City.

From here you had a grand view of Mexico City.

Following fellow missionaries Randy and Linda Lindsey and daughter Anna around the mall.

Still following as they go warp speed down the mountain :)

Stuart attended District Council in Toluca.

Stuart goofs around with a young MK who joined her dad for the day.

A very determined little cutie really needed to scratch that itch.

Wesley and Sophia sing during IME (Instituto Metropolitano Estrella) Awards Night.

Check out the video in the column to the right, under the conspicuous heading - Videos.

At his usual perch, Captain Jack looks out for wayward scalliwags.

Avast me maties; weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen. 'Tis nothing left to see here.

Struggling for Relief

2011-06-07T13:44:00.000-07:00

Today I received the unfortunate news that a young woman we met a few years ago is suffering the loss of her fiancée. My heart goes out to her and I pray she receives the comfort God intends. Her tragedy prompted the following thoughts about how we, as the church need to comfort those who suffer in our midst.

A few years ago I led a grief support group in our church. I so appreciated the willingness of those grieving to share their heartaches, vulnerabilities, and their insights as they journeyed through their grief. Unfortunately, a common theme popped up in everyone's experience; the hurtful statements others made in their well-intentioned but misguided effort to comfort.

I have discovered that in the church that we are taught to pray but not to comfort. Very sad considering that the God we love and serve has revealed himself as the God of all comfort. I trust we all want to be like him in this manner as well. I am confident though that most people truly do want to help and say the right thing to provide comfort to the grieving but they are at a loss. So what does comfort actually look and sound like? We need a good working definition.

First let me say that comfort is not about taking away someone's pain. That may surprise you, but not only is this impossible it is not desirable. To completely remove the pain of grief from someone you would have to remove every memory of the person they have lost. Is that really what the grieving person wants? Of course not.

So what does it mean to comfort? Quite simply to comfort is to provide relief. Comfort is not about making someone happy, or helping them to forget their pain, or minimizing their loss. To put it another way, comfort is like a cushion under a sprained ankle or a sling to a broken arm; it provides relief to the part of the body that hurts so that it can heal.

Unfortunately, if we adhere to a wrong idea of what comfort should look like then we usually end up saying things that hurt more than help. I trust that people truly do want to help so I offer a few suggestions.

What not to say to those who grieve:

Avoid phrases that begin with at least. “At least he's in a better place.” “At least she's not suffering anymore.” “At least you know you'll see him again one day.” These are all true but not very comforting. We do not grieve because the person has gone to a better place, we grieve because they are no longer sharing life with us.

Avoid pep talks. “God does not put on you more than you can bear.”* “You're strong, you'll make it through this.” “You can always have another child.” “It could be worse.” Remember, it is not our goal to try to make the grieving person cheerful or to snap them out of their sadness, so avoid telling them how they should feel. The process of grief takes time. Don't subvert it.

Avoid trying to explain why. “It was God's will.” “If they had more faith they wouldn't have died.” “They must have had sin in their lives.” “All things work together for good.” You do not know why this happened nor does anyone else. Although in our frustration we all may ask why during difficult times, knowing why won't change reality and won't make us feel better.

Avoid lectures. Don't use phrases that begin with, you just need. “You just need to move on with your life.” “You just need to have more faith.” “You just need to stay busy.” “You just need to be thankful for what you have.” Grieving people need compassion not lectures. Please refrain from giving superficial advice especially now.

Avoid superficial analogies or platitudes. “God wanted a perfect rose in his garden so he took your child.” “God always takes the best.” “Time heals all wounds.” People are not flora and God is not that arbitrary so please don't minimize a person's loss with shallow cliches.

What to do for those who grieve:

Offer simple condolences. “I'm so sorry for your loss.” “I can't imagine how you must feel.” “I don't know what to say but I'm praying for you.” Now is not to time to be profound or engage in theological debates. If you don't know what to say, silence is appropriate. A gentle hug or the clasping of hands is sometimes better than words.

Offer to listen and share stories about their loved ones. The grieving person may need to tell the story of their loved-one's death over and over again. You can express how much you miss their loved one or share a story of an adventure you had together. Remember, it's all about them and not about you. Now is not the time to talk about your own personal losses and how you have suffered.

Offer tangible help. “I will bring dinner over on Friday night.” “I will mow your lawn this summer.” “I will call you tomorrow if you need to talk.” It may be difficult for the grieving person to ask for help so offer it first in a concrete way.

Keep in touch after the funeral. During the first year especially show that you remember their loved-one by sending a card, an email, some flowers, etc on all the days they would have been celebrating with the one they lost but cannot. Knowing that somebody else remembers your special days soothes the soul.

Be patient. Grief is a journey that takes time to maneuver. Some days the griever may feel great and other days they may want to curse God in their frustration. Accept their feelings without criticism and listen patiently.

As I write, more and more ideas pop into my head that I could share but instead I'll give you the chance. What are some of the most helpful things people have said or done for you in your time of grief? What are some of the least helpful?

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. ~2 Corinthians 1:2-4

*This is not biblical. The context of this verse speaks of temptations not trials.

Riding the Rapids

2011-05-29T12:07:00.000-07:00

During service today I had this thought, listening to a sermon in a language that is not your own is like white-water rafting. It's a fast and furious ride to hang on to every word, to every sentence so that you can ride the wave of understanding. Inevitably, a twist in the course, an unexpected wind or wave tosses you up and over to the river bank. Now all you can see and hear are the rapids passing swiftly by. Here's the dilemma, do I jump back in again or do I play the spectator.

It takes a lot of concentration to ride the river rapids. Your mind is focused, your body is tense, but the distractions can be numerous. So it is with listening and understanding a foreign language. It's surprising how worn-out you can be after a Sunday service. But week after week and day after day we choose to jump back in the river. It's a wild ride but we are getting stronger each day. Sometimes it doesn't seem like we are making progress, but then you have those moments of comprehension and it makes the ride worthwhile.

May the Lord direct your hearts into God's love and Christ's perseverance. 2 Thessalonians 3:5

Help Me If You Can, I'm Feeling Down . . .

2011-05-27T09:48:00.000-07:00

Actually, we're OK, but a local church is feeling a bit run down and in need of repair so Stuart headed out this week to help out.

Stuart joined fellow missionaries Randy and Linda Lindsey to renovate a new church plant in Mexico City. Rev. Joel Martínez Pulido* is the district treasurer of the Assemblies of God in Mexico City and pastor of this new church plant.

Stuart with missionary Linda Lindsey.

Linda and her husband Randy are missionaries to the deaf in Mexico City.

You can't see Randy because he is taking the picture :)

The vandalized church needs quite a bit of restoration work.

Stuart helped remove carpeting in the sanctuary and is now painting the women's bathroom.

Looks like fun, right!

Actually, nothing pleases Stuart more than to help local churches and pastors in any capacity that he can.

We can use your help too.

If you would like to help us continue our mission in Mexico City please consider a one-time offering or a monthly commitment.

Just click on the appropriate link under HELP in the column to the right.

And just like the song says, we do appreciate you being round :)

And God has placed in the church first of all apostles, second prophets, third teachers, then miracles, then gifts of healing, of helping, of guidance, and of different kinds of tongues. 1 Corinthians 12:28

* Today at district council, pastor Joel was voted in as the district superintendent of Mexico City. Felicidades!

Día de Las Madres

2011-05-10T07:18:00.000-07:00

Today is Mother's Day in Mexico. However we honored women and moms this past Saturday at our church, Asamblea Cristiana with a special celebration.

Our tables were adorned with little mementos like this . . .

and delicious treats like these.

Our pastor's wife Alma did a great job organizing and emceeing the event.

My daughters Sophia and Olivia and area director Cheryl Greco enjoyed front row status :)

I had the wonderful opportunity to preach for the first time in Mexico (and all in Spanish por supuesto)!

We got to know each other a little better through a series of fun questions . . .

and by playing a silly game.

The appointed queen sits on her throne asking her subjects for a variety of items, whichever team reaches her first with the appropriate item wins the round.

Afterwards the ladies got a little out of hand while cleaning up. Everyone was anointed with frosting before the night was through.

Here I am with my kids on Sunday -- Olivia, Wesley and Sophia -- they make a mommy proud!

Our church gave to each mom a few special gifts as well.

I am thankful for my mom and all the special women in my life who have influenced and encouraged me over the years. I wouldn't be where I am today without them.

I am reminded of you sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also. ~2 Timothy 1:5

A Fresh Touch From God

2011-05-04T14:24:00.000-07:00

Recently we enjoyed a five day retreat in the beautiful state of Jalisco, Mexico along with the rest of the Mexico Missionary Fellowship. A Fresh Touch From God, was the theme for the week . . .

and what could be more refreshing than a view like this!

If you liked to fish, boats like these were for hire. We didn't go on one though, I just like pictures of boats.

Great times of worship refreshed our souls . . .

as well as equally great speakers like Cynthia Nicholson . . .

and of course, times of prayer for one another.

Our family enjoyed the sights and sounds on the boardwalk . . .

where we were greeted by some amazing sand sculptures.

A closer look at Jesus and the disciples.

More boats. I like boats.

Our area directors, Dave and Cheryl Greco invited the newest missionary on the field, Daren Walker to pray for two couples (Lloyd and Rozella Marsh & David and Doris Godwin) who have 100 years of missionary experience between them!

More prayer for each of us through the prayer tunnel.

Olivia, Wesley, and Sophia among some of the beautiful architecture in Jalisco.

Can't believe these missionary kids actually sat still long enough to take this pic!

It makes me pause and wonder where they will be in 10 or 20 years.

One more boat at sundown.

We are so thankful for God's beautiful creation that he gave us to enjoy as well as times of refreshing with wonderful missionary colleagues.

Your love has given me great joy and encouragement, because you have refreshed the hearts of the Lord's people. Philemon 1:7

A Special Night

2011-04-21T13:46:00.000-07:00

Sophia and Wesley all-dressed up for their spring banquet.

Praise, Palms, and Pignoli

2011-04-12T13:30:00.000-07:00

The next day the great crowd that had come for the festival heard that Jesus was on his way to Jerusalem. The took palm branches and went out to meet him, shouting,

“Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord! Blessed is the king of Israel!

~John 12:12-13

As Palm Sunday approaches I recall once again the holidays I celebrated as a child within the traditional context. Palm Sunday was a special holiday where I grew up; a memorable event that began at church and extended throughout the day with family. At Saint Peter's Episcopal Church, every worshiper received a few strands of palm, the long thin variety from the fan of the palm tree. As we waved the palm branches we sang, All Gory, Laud, and Honor and then during Sunday School we would fashion the palms into crosses to be shared with family and friends later in the day.

After church, we would head to my great-grandmother's house. She actually lived within walking distance of our home. On occasion, my sister and I would drop by after school to visit. Although, christened Almirinda Proscino as a child everyone now called her nonni. Born in the US she went to Italy as a young girl with her parents. She didn't return to the States until many years later, after she was married to my great grandfather, Ciro Fiondella.

Hers was an interesting home. My Auntie Carrie and Uncle Cap (short for Cappucci) lived with her downstairs and my Auntie Ann and Uncle Sal lived upstairs. Her two-story home included a basement, two small bedrooms, a kitchen, a den and a narrow staircase leading to the upstairs apartment. A trellis of grapes adorned the back door and a huge garden in the back yard blossomed with tomatoes, eggplants, zucchini and anything else you can imagine. And on Palm Sunday her five children, their spouses, her grand-children and her great-grandchildren filled the place to capacity.

Nonni was a pleasant, loving woman. She always wore an apron (so it seemed) and her hair swept up in the back. She smiled and laughed and when she spoke to me I smiled and nodded because half the time I didn't understand her strong Italian accent. But no one could mistake her warm embrace and hospitality.

After greeting the family, exchanging palms and settling in, nonni offered you coffee, tea or soda. On the table and throughout the kitchen was an array of delectable treats to accompany your beverage: pignoli, angel wings, ricotta pie, anginetti, cannoli and other Italian delights. Even as a child, the food, the laughter and the conversation occupied my attention for hours. It seemed no one wanted to leave nonni's house.

As I look back, I can't help but to look forward as well. One day, we will have a reunion with our loved ones. A place where we can gather around the table, share stories of the past, enjoy a good meal, and yet never have to say good-bye again. The sweetness that is the promise of heaven.

I treasure the memories of my childhood, although at times I am saddened that those days, as well as those traditions are gone. Nonni died when I was a teen-ager and now all her children are gone too. It has been many Palm Sundays since my childhood. In all the states and countries that I have lived in and in all the churches that I have attended I don't think they have ever quite honored Palm Sunday as I think it deserves. Regardless, every year before Passion Week, I reminisce of nonni, recall the palm branch crosses, and delight in All Glory Laud and Honor even if I am just singing to myself.

All glory, laud and honor,
To Thee,
Redeemer, King,
To Whom the lips of children
Made sweet
hosannas ring.

Thou art the King of Israel,
Thou David’s
royal Son,
Who in the Lord’s Name comest,
The King and
Blessèd One.

To listen: http://www.hymnsite.com/lyrics/umh280.sht

Eres Todopoderoso

2011-03-15T14:16:00.000-07:00

Learning a new language is a never-ending saga. However, I have found it helpful to listen to music because the lyrics are usually simple and the songs are redundant (important necessities for the more mature brain). So, I have downloaded a few tunes by Marcos Witt, Julio Melgar and others. I especially like the song Eres Todopoderoso . . . You are All-Powerful by Rojo.

The words go like this:

Eres todopoderoso (You are all-powerful)

Eres grande y majestuoso (You are great and majestic)

Eres fuerte, invencible (You are strong, invincible)

Y no hay nadie como tú (And there is no one like you)

Music helps in the memorization process and aids in vocabulary building. However, I kept messing up the words today as I was singing this song to myself. Instead of singing Eres fuerte, invencible . . . I kept saying Eres fuerte, disponible.

Similar sounds but not quite right. So instead of saying God, you are strong and invincible I kept saying, God, you are strong and available.

Wrong but still right. God is all-powerful; he is great and majestic as well as strong, invincible and he is always available. I guess I needed that reminder today.

The LORD is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth. ~Psalm 145:18

El Señor está cerca de quienes lo invocan, de quienes lo invocan en verdad. ~Salmo 145:18

La única razón de mi adoración

Eres tú mi Jesús

Mi único motivo para vivir

Eres tú mi Señor.

Mi única verdad

Está en ti, eres mi luz

Y mi salvación

Mi único amor

Eres tú, Señor

Y por siempre te alabaré.

Eres todopoderoso

Eres grande y majestuoso

Eres fuerte, invencible

Y no hay nadie como tú

Life in the D.F.*

2011-03-12T10:42:00.000-08:00

*D.F. is short for Distrito Federal or rather Mexico City.

Last week, in a nearby park, artisans from the Yucatan displayed their handicrafts for sale.

Stuart tried out this comfy recliner.

OK let's go, we have more to see.

Sundays in the park are a family affair. Parents and kids ride trams all around the park . . .

and what could be more family friendly than Pro-wrestling!

Olivia bought this pretty hair piece . . .

and I got this Cebra plant.

Lights, Camera, Action!

Today at our neighborhood park they shot a commercial.

Yesterday, they prepared for the shoot by disguising some of the park's props.

Here they are preparing one of the actors.

It's a dog's life in the D.F.

Captain Jack Perro and Rocky hanging out after a long day.

It Begins with Ashes

2011-03-08T18:13:00.000-08:00

Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday. Growing up in the Episcopal Church, I knew this was the day to bow in humble prayer, receive ashes on your forehead to symbolize humility before God, and to give up something for Lent. On the church calendar, Lent is the 40 days between Ash Wednesday and Easter (not counting Sundays) and is a time set aside for fasting, repenting and reflecting on Christ’s suffering.

In the church, although we fasted individually, corporately we gave up something as well. Traditionally, the church covered the cross with purple (the color of royalty but also of humility), no flowers adorned the sanctuary and we refrained from speaking or singing any Hallelujahs in the service.

Anyone who has fasted for any length of time knows the joy of partaking when the fast is over. What a pleasure it was to arrive on Easter Sunday morning to witness the cross victoriously draped in white, festive lilies and tulips embellishing the sanctuary and triumphant voices raised in song: Christ the Lord has Risen Today, Ha-lle-lu-jah!

Alas, this season of humility reminds us though, that death must come before the resurrection and the cross must come before the crown. Such is the season of Lent. It begins with ashes but it ends with beauty. I may not have the opportunity to attend an Ash Wednesday service tomorrow, but I will spend the next 40 days giving up something to remind me of what Christ gave up for me.

Sordos Para Cristo

2011-03-05T18:05:00.000-08:00

In November 2010, the Assemblies of God inaugurated the first Assemblies of God church for the deaf in all of Mexico. These last two weeks, Stuart helped in the construction of a new roof for the entrance way. As you can see they were building it from the inside!

Missionaries Randy and Linda Lindsey established the first Assemblies of God for the Deaf in Mexico and host a Deaf Kids Club every Saturday.

Stuart takes a break with fellow worker Charlie Holzinger from South Everett Community Church in Washington.

On the right is Salvador.

Salvador is the first Assemblies of God deaf minister and pastors Centro Cristiano para Sordos (Christian Center for the Deaf) here in Mexico City.

Here's a look at some of their handiwork.

Stuart with Salvador and Charlie. Notice the sign above them - LIBERTAD - it means freedom. Thank the Lord for a place where the deaf can hear the message of liberty!

OK, I just thought this photo was funny. I think Stuart took it by accident.

You can find out more about these ministries by visiting their websites:

http://www.deafkidsmexico.org/

http://www.sordomexicano.org/

The Ultimate Fruit Booster

2011-02-24T12:09:00.000-08:00

I bought a bag of frozen mangoes the other day and found this little package inside.

It's a seasoning mix to sprinkle on top of the fruit.
It claims to be the ultimate fruit booster.

Let's take a closer look at the ingredients:

Chili Peppers, Salt, and Lime Juice.

Por supuesto, that will give the flavor a definite kick :)

Fiesta de Quinceañera

2011-02-21T18:39:00.000-08:00

In Mexico, a young woman's 15th birthday marks a very special milestone in her life. The family usually provides the Quinceañera (the birthday girl) with a grand fiesta (the Quinceaños). Just last night we attended such a celebration for our Pastor's daughter Adaia.

Pastor Boche and family celebrate the Quince Año of their beautiful daughter, Adaia.

The Quinceañera is presented during a short service before the formal celebration begins. Special songs, Scripture reading, a presentation of a special gift, a short address to the honoree, and prayer all preclude the festivities.

Our area director Dave Greco addresses the honoree.

It was a privilege to be apart of this special celebration.

Olivia and Sophia flank Adaia the Quinceañera and her sister Asiely stands next to Wesley.

Up early on Saturdays plus once or twice during the week, Wesley learned how to dance these last few months to be apart of the Quinceañera's court. He did a great job.

Cajas Felices (Happy Meals) for the kids. Apparently chicken nuggets cross all cultural boundaries.

Love the kid in the red.

More friends from church share in Adaia's special day.

First course of our amazing meal.

Toasting Adaia with sparkling apple cider.

Looking especially handsome in his tux.

It's not a fiesta without dancing! And let me tell you something, you haven't lived until you've heard "Achy, Breaky Heart" in Spanish.

A young friend tries to lure Sophia to the dance floor. Not a snowball's chance kiddo.

A special party favor from a very special night.

Tranquility

2011-02-19T20:08:00.000-08:00

Guide us waking, O Lord, and guard us sleeping; that awake we may watch with Christ, and asleep we may rest in peace.

Lord, you now have set your servant free
to go in peace as you have promised;

For these eyes of mine have seen the Savior,
whom you have prepared for all the world to see:

A Light to enlighten the nations,
and the glory of your people Israel.

Guide us waking, O Lord, and guard us sleeping; that awake we may watch with Christ, and asleep we may rest in peace.

You Prepare a Table Before Me

2011-02-08T07:49:00.000-08:00

This past week, we received the unfortunate news that a friend of ours, Todd Neveu died unexpectedly. Stuart and I met Todd and his wife Sharon while we were all students at Southeastern University in Lakeland, Florida. Most recently, Todd, Sharon and their two daughters, Nicoletta and Olivia lived and pastored at Calvary Assembly in Irwin, Pennsylvania.

We were fortunate enough to reconnect with Todd (far left) and Sharon over the years. Here we are with the whole family in Pittsburgh. We spent the weekend with them while itinerating in 2008

Todd and Sharon brought two missions teams to Jamaica while we were directors of New Vision Children's Home. Here they are ministering to the staff and children in 2007.

The second team built this wonderful playground for the kids in 2008.

In 2009, we enjoyed some fellowship at the General Council in Orlando, Florida. Stuart and Todd met up with another college friend, Pastor Jamie Gardner.

The day before he died, Todd wrote . . . You prepare a table before me . . . Psalm 23, as his last Facebook post.

Thank you Todd for your life and ministry.

Save a place for us at the table.

Todd Neveu

September 13, 1965 - February 2, 2011

But We Had Hoped

2011-02-07T10:41:00.000-08:00

Luke 24:13-21

Now that same day two of them were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven milesfrom Jerusalem. They were talking with each other about everything that had happened. As they talked and discussed these things with each other, Jesus himself came up and walked along with them; but they were kept from recognizing him. He asked them, "What are you discussing together as you walk along?"

They stood still, their faces downcast. One of them, named Cleopas, asked him, "Are you only a visitor to Jerusalem and do not know the things that have happened there in these days?"

"What things?" he asked. "About Jesus of Nazareth," they replied. "He was a prophet, powerful in word and deed before God and all the people. The chief priests and our rulers handed him over to be sentenced to death, and they crucified him; but we had hoped that he was the one who was going to redeem

Israel

Many Jews, like these disciples recognized Jesus as the expected Messiah. And as the Messiah, Jesus was supposed to come in power and authority, he was supposed to establish a new Kingdom, and he was supposed to release the Jews from foreign rule. But then the unexpected happened: Jesus was betrayed into the hands of Pontius Pilate, he suffered and he died a horrible death. From their perspective, that was not supposed to happen. But it seems as though life just doesn't care about our supposed to's. And we, like our two disciples are left walking on the Road to Emmaus uttering those same words, but we had hoped.

We all take our turn walking on the Road to Emmaus. It is a well-worn road where long awaited expectations are shattered and we are left to wonder, What happened and Where is God in all of this? That place where we reason, Life is supposed to look like this and yet it looks like that.

If you are traveling that road today, I offer you three things to remember on the Road to Emmaus . . .

1. Do not walk alone. There were two disciples walking on the road that day, sharing their journey and their grief. Contrary to popular understanding, the Bible does not say that God will not put on you more than you can bear. An unfortunate misinterpretation of 1 Corinthians 10:13* has led some to believe they are weak in faith or relationship with Christ when they could not bear the burden of grief alone. The fact is, there are some burdens we were not meant to carry alone. Galatians 6:2 makes this very clear: Carry each other's burdens and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ. The journey of grief is one of those times. Remember, on the Road to Emmaus, do not walk alone.

2. God is closer than you think. In their despair and grief, our two disciples replay the horrific events of the last few days to the stranger among them. Their hoped-for Messiah was not only dead, his body was missing. Feeling discouraged and saddened they may have wondered, as we often do, Where is God in all of this mess? Indeed, where was God that day? He was walking right next to them on the Road to Emmaus. In times of intense trial and grief we sometimes do not feel the presence of God. But as we read this story we realize on the Road to Emmaus, God is closer than we think.

3. God will make himself known to us. At the end of their journey, the two disciples urged the stranger to stay with them. He agreed and they sat together at the table and he took bread, gave thanks, broke it and began to give it to them. Then their eyes were opened and they recognized him . . . (Luke 24:30-31). When did understanding and recognition come? When they sat at the table and they broke bread with Jesus. Although, it may be difficult to understand or comprehend God's presence in the midst of trial, be assured on the Road to Emmaus God will make himself known to us.

At some point in our lives, we all become acquainted with the Road to Emmaus. It is that place where the hard realities of life interrupt our expectations. However, in the midst of our discouragement, God always has a redemptive act at the ready. The disciples were disappointed and discouraged that day for they did not expect Jesus to die, but neither did they expect to meet him on the Road to Emmaus.

*1 Corinthians 10:13 refers to temptation and not trials.

I Believe

2011-02-04T07:46:00.000-08:00

I believe in God, the Father almighty,

creator of heaven and earth.

I believe in Jesus Christ, his only son, our Lord.

He was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit

and born of the Virgin Mary.

He suffered under Pontius Pilate,

was crucified, died, and was buried.

He descended to the dead.

On the third day he rose again.

He ascended into heaven,

and is seated at the right hand of the Father.

He will come again to judge the living and the dead.

I believe in the Holy Spirit,

the holy catholic Church,

the communion of saints,

the forgiveness of sins,

the resurrection of the body,

and the life everlasting. Amen.

Candlemas Day

2011-02-03T09:06:00.000-08:00

Yesterday may have been Groundhog's Day in the US, but here in Mexico it was Dia de la Candelaria; the day commemorating Jesus' dedication in the Temple. Many Mexicans dress up a baby doll as Jesus and bring it to church to be blessed. Then later they gather with family and friends to eat tamales.

We went to a neighborhood Tamale place to order ours. It was a long wait.

Still smiling with area directors Dave and Cheryl Greco.

Only took an hour to get to the front of the line.

All these large pots are filled with all kinds of tamales. This place makes thousands upon thousands of them to prepare for tonight.

Packing up our order of oaxaquenos: pollo con salsa verde, rajas con crema con quesillo, y cochinitas. In other words, our tamales were a variety of chicken, peppers, and pork.

Dave and Cheryl wait their turn.

Happy dia de tamales everyone!

The Sheep Whisperer

2011-01-25T07:23:00.000-08:00

After getting our Schnauzer puppy Captain Jack, Cesar Millan became our new best friend. If you don’t recognize the name, you don’t own a dog. Cesar Milan, according to the introduction to his show on the National Geographic Channel, “rehabilitates dogs and trains people.” He is the Dog Whisperer.

Cesar is all about treating dogs as dogs (and not as four-legged humans) and encouraging humans to take their rightful place as their pack leaders. A dog’s needs are very basic. They have no desire for human soul mates. What they need is leadership. Dog owners can achieve this through what Cesar calls calm-assertive energy. When the owner displays calm-assertive leadership, the pet can achieve a calm-submissive state, bringing dog and owner into right relationship.

Cesar can tell just by how you walk your dog whether or not you are the pack leader. Consider the last time you took Fido out for his daily stroll. Who was out in front, the dog or the human? Whoever leads is the leader. His philosophy is as simple as that.

Cesar gleans his views on leadership from the animal kingdom. In the animal kingdom, the role of the pack leader is twofold: to protect and to direct. The pack leader is always more concerned for the pack than for himself. It is an unselfish role, which instills trust and provides stability to the pack.

Why does all this sound so strangely familiar?

The psalmist David understood these leadership qualities from a shepherd’s point of view. Consider the shepherd’s responsibility to direct and protect the sheep in Psalm 23. “He leads me beside peaceful streams . . . He guides me along right paths . . . Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid . . . Your rod and your staff protect and comfort me.” When the sheep accept the shepherd’s leadership, they achieve balance, harmony, and tranquility because they are in right relationship with their leader.

Contrary to popular belief, sheep are not stupid but they are easily panicked, vulnerable to frustration, and tend to be competitive. However, sheep will thrive in a herd as long as they have a trustworthy pack leader, i.e. a shepherd. A good shepherd’s main concern is always for the sheep. He provides protection and direction because sheep have little or no means of defense and they love to be on the move.

It comes as no surprise to us that the writer of Hebrews extols Jesus as “that great Shepherd of the sheep (Hebrews 13:20).” Jesus well understood the necessity of quality leadership: “When he saw the crowds, he had compassion them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd (Matt 9:39).” Moreover, Jesus, as the selfless leader willingly put the pack’s needs ahead of his own: “I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep (John 10:11).”

Although, it may seem a crude analogy it is not a stretch to define the church as a pack and Jesus as her pack leader. Throughout his life and ministry, Jesus led with a calm-assertive energy, guiding his sheep into a calm-submissive relationship with him and with other sheep. Jesus continues to direct and protect his pack for his main concern has been and always will be to help them find stability and peace through right relationship with him. Jesus is the Sheep Whisperer.

Remember, Cesar Milan could evaluate the quality of the relationship between pack leader and pack by simply evaluating their daily walk. In other words, on our daily pilgrimage with Jesus are we following or are we struggling to take the lead? A calm-submissive attitude demonstrates our trust in Jesus’ leadership to protect and to direct his own.

In recent years, our little pack has followed Jesus through some unexpected hills and valleys. We never anticipated living in four different countries in as many years and although I don’t think we ever tried to run ahead of the Shepherd, there may have been times we slowed our gait because what was ahead seemed so uncertain. Yet we did follow and the Lord was true to his nature. He guided and protected us through some difficult yet ultimately satisfying experiences.

Stuart and I look forward to more ministry opportunities in Mexico. We enjoy directing people to the shepherd of our souls so that they may find right relationship with him.

So is Jesus the Sheep Whisperer? You decide. As for me, “The LORD is my pack leader; I have all that I need.”

Esto y Eso

2011-01-17T11:37:00.000-08:00

A few snippets of this and that today.

Stuart had another opportunity to preach recently at our home church, Asamblea Cristiana in Mexico City. He received many compliments on his Spanish, which is always nice. We just started tutoring once a week so we could improve our conversational skills and be more effective in our ministry.

Isn't this a beautiful invitation? The pastor's family invited us to their daughter's quinceañera next month. As you probably know this is a very elaborate fiesta celebrating a young girl's coming of age. As a part of the quinceañera court, Wesley has been diligently learning how to dance and practicing with the court 3-4 times a week.

And lastly, for those who enjoyed our adventure into the center of the city here is Sophia practicing on her new Takamíne acoustic guitar that we found there.

On a Mission

2011-01-15T18:10:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, we were on a mission to find a guitar for Sophia.

We took the metro for the first time with a friend from church and headed toward the center of the city.

On the Zocalo or the main square in Mexico City is a large Cathedral (shown here) and the National Palace.

The cobbled streets are littered with people, but you can find almost anything down here as long as you are determined to look.

Loved the architecture.

We stopped for a snack at Mexico's oldest churro place, El Moro. Open 24 hours a day, you can enjoy a hot fresh churro with a cup of hot chocolate, a cafe or a milkshake.

Lalo, our friend from church helped us find a great guitar for Sophia.

He did a bit of haggling and we purchased the Takamine for $500 pesos ($40 US) less than the asking price.

A beautiful view of the Palacio de Bellas Artes from a coffee shop on the eighth floor of the Sears building.

The smog is bad here in the city, but you can actually see the mountains in the background today.

The concert hall also houses permanent and traveling art shows.

We didn't get a chance to look inside, but we plan on returning soon.

So glad that we took the Metro rather than be in all that traffic.

Enjoying some lattes on the balcony.

Heading toward the Metro station, Stuart threw a few coins into the musician's cup.

The smirk on his face makes me wonder if it wasn't enough :)

Really enjoyed our trek downtown. Thanks Lalo!

El Día de los Reyes

2011-01-07T11:00:00.000-08:00

The Christmas celebrations continue today as Mexicans celebrate El Día de Los Reyes, Three Kings Day. Also known as Epiphany, January 6 honors the day the three kings worshipped and gave gifts to Jesus.

Along with other holiday decorations, nativity sets adorn many lawns and households.

Traditionally, Mexicans place the infant Jesus into his manger on Christmas day and the three kings join him today.

OK, so my little nativity is lacking a few key players, but you get the idea.

Today many Mexicans eat this traditional bread - the Rosca de Reyes; a tasty treat filled with symbols that tell a sweet tale. Shaped in a round like a King’s crown the bread is hiding a secret treasure. Baked inside is a doll representing the baby Jesus, hiding from King Herod. The knife used to cut into the bread represents the danger that surrounded the infant king.

Bread is a fitting symbol as Jesus was born in Bethlehem (literally the house of bread) and declared himself to be the Bread of Life.

Traditionally, the one who finds the figurine of Jesus in his bread will host another celebration on February 2 (which has nothing to do with groundhogs). Candelaria or Candlemas Day commemorates the presentation of Jesus the light of the world, in the temple of Jerusalem.

The Carpenter's Son - the home movie

2010-12-25T11:29:00.000-08:00

Light the Christ Candle

2010-12-25T07:29:00.000-08:00

Lesson: Light all previous candles plus the white candle. This is the Christ candle. With it, we recognize that Jesus Christ, the Light of the world, is born this day.

Prayer: O God, you make us glad by the yearly festival of the birth of your only Son Jesus Christ: Grant that we, who joyfully receive him as our Redeemer, may with sure confidence behold him when he comes to be our Judge; who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen.

Scripture: Luke 2:15-20

When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”

So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.

Song: Joy to the World

Joy to the World , the Lord is come!

Let earth receive her King;

Let every heart prepare Him room,

And Heaven and nature sing,

And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing.

Joy to the World, the Savior reigns!

Let men their songs employ;

While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains

Repeat the sounding joy,

Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy.

No more let sins and sorrows grow,

Nor thorns infest the ground;

He comes to make His blessings flow

Far as the curse is found,

Far as, far as, the curse is found.

He rules the world with truth and grace,

And makes the nations prove

The glories of His righteousness,

And wonders of His love,

And wonders, wonders, of His love.

Feliz Navidad

2010-12-24T17:20:00.000-08:00

The Christmas program at church brought out a few wise men and other surprises.

These guys only charged 5 pesos per photo (just kidding).

Olivia, Wesley, and Sophia wait their turn to perform.

Good angel.

Not so good angel.

The youth did an excellent job with both the Everything skit and a very moving and unique Christmas drama.

Audiences were spellbound.

After the program, chairs were moved, tables were set-up, and sumptuous food was served. Got to love Mexican food.

Time for the piñata!

Santas piñatas, Batman!

Piñatas are no match for super heroes . . .

or super cuties like this little girl.

The youth enjoy the festivities. Even Sophia and Olivia had a chance to swat at the piñata.

When the kids knock off the star points of the piñata other kids use them to collect the candy.

A treasure trove of treats.

Feliz Navidad from Mexico!

Escape to Egypt

2010-12-23T06:23:00.000-08:00

O Tidings of Comfort and Joy

2010-12-21T07:02:00.000-08:00

His name was Raymond A. Mitchell but I called him Pop-pop. He was my grandfather. Christmas was memorable at my grandparent’s home not only because of the gifts we received but also because of the love that abounded. With joy, each child received a handmade item from my grandmother like a Raggedy Ann or Andy doll and a stocking filled with simple treats like apples, oranges, candy and nuts.

A quiet and gentle man, Pop-pop exuded a calmness and an inner strength that I admired. At church, he graciously greeted guests with a smile and a nod, dutifully checked attendance and was a favorite with all the children (they all knew he kept a stash of zebra-striped gum in his coat pockets).

In 1979, when I was fifteen, Pop-pop was diagnosed with colon cancer. Although weakened in body my grandfather remained a strong presence in my life. One morning as my siblings and I headed off to school, the phone rang; my Pop-pop had died. It was December 21.

Calling hours were that evening at our home. As family gathered to comfort one another and friends came to pay their condolences, sadness lingered among the Christmas lights and the holiday trimmings. Another knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. This time it was our minister, Father Jeff Rawthorn. He shook the snow off his coat and then walked directly over to my grandmother. Gently taking her hand in his and tenderly speaking to her in his English cadence he said, “Imagine, spending Christmas with Jesus.”

Of all the words spoken that night, those few captured my attention like no others. They spoke life into my heart and hope into my spirit. It was true, we were not able to be with Pop-pop that Christmas but Pop-pop was with the one whose birth we were to celebrate in just a few days.

Christmas, although a little more somber that year was not without joy. We shared memories as well as gifts. However, what I remember most about that Christmas was the all-surprising peace that was present because of a simple reminder from a wise Episcopal priest, “Imagine, spending Christmas with Jesus.”

**Special thanks to my cousin Jon who took this great photo of our grandfather.

The Wise Men

2010-12-20T08:34:00.000-08:00

Light Four Advent Candles

2010-12-19T12:12:00.000-08:00

Lesson: Today we light all four colored candles. Today’s candle is the Angel’s candle. Angels foretold the advent of Christ’s birth as well as his second coming. With the lighting of this fourth candle, we anticipate Christ’s second advent and focus on his salvation.

Prayer: Purify our conscience, Almighty God, by your daily visitation that your Son Jesus Christ, at his coming, may find in us a mansion prepared for himself; who lives and reigns with you, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen.

Scripture: Luke 2:13-14

Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”

Song: Hark the Herald Angels Sing

Hark the herald angels sing
“Glory to the newborn King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled”
Joyful, all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With the angelic host proclaim:
“Christ is born in Bethlehem”
Hark! The herald angels sing
“Glory to the newborn King!”

The Shepherds

2010-12-17T08:22:00.000-08:00

Close The Door When You Leave

2010-12-16T07:00:00.000-08:00

I don't know who wrote this poem. I found it on a friend's blog. So no copy right infringement is intended. If you or a loved one is dealing with cancer, this is dedicated to you. May you find strength and healing in the one who is all-compassionate.

I never asked you to visit

At least I don't believe I did

Maybe I don't know

It's so confusing

At any rate, you're a rude guest

You take my energy,

rob my sleep, and with a stick

You swirl and distort my dreams

All right, You are here for now

But understand

There are two places

That are forever off limits

You may not tread on my spirit

You may not occupy my soul

I have heard of your visits to others

I know the damage you leave in your path

The wanton disregard for innocence, value,

and what some would call fairness

Also, I hear that laughter confuses you;

That good food makes you feel bad, and

That nothing causes you more distress

Than an autumn sunset,

The forever blue of a summer sky

Or the unconditional radiance of a child's smile

Listen and understand

You might pilfer my closets,

Empty all the drawers,

And trash my house,

But there are two places

Forever off limits

You may not tread on my spirit

You may not occupy my soul

Do not mistake my nausea, weakness,

And pain as signs of your victory

They are simply small dents

In the armor I wear to fight you

Instead, look deeply into my eyes

That there are two places

Forever off limits

You must not

May not

Will not tread on my spirit

You must not

May not

Will not occupy my soul

Posadas, Piñatas, & Noche Buena

2010-12-15T09:24:00.000-08:00

Our family has had the joy of experiencing Christmas in a variety of cultures these last few years. In Jamaica, December 24 is Grand Market and everyone shops all day and all night-long for their Christmas gifts. Christmas cake and sorrel punch are also served throughout the season.

In Costa Rica, employees enjoy their Christmas bonus called the aguinaldo; it is equivalent to one-month’s pay. Tamales, pupusas, and empanadas round out their holiday fare.

Of course, here in Mexico they celebrate their own unique traditions. Posada is the Spanish word for inn or shelter and in Mexico, Las Posadas is the reenactment of Mary and Joseph searching for shelter on that fateful night. Nine days before Christmas, children portraying Mary and Joseph, and the other nativity characters parade through the town stopping at designated homes to sing and ask for shelter. Finally, a friendly face tells them that although there is no room at the posada they are welcome to take refuge in their humble stable. The grateful pilgrims enter the home and the celebration begins.

Piñatas are another holiday tradition that were initially used as object lessons to teach the faithful. The customary estrella or star-shaped piñata sports seven points that represent the seven deadly sins* (100 holly berries if you can name them all). The blindfold represents faith, the stick symbolizes the will to overcome sin and the special treats hidden within the piñata symbolize the treasures of the Kingdom. Therefore, with faith and virtue one can enjoy all the rewards of heaven.

Growing up, my New England family enjoyed seafood on Noche Buena or Christmas Eve. Lobster (yes we cooked the critters ourselves), linguini and clam sauce, and cocktail shrimp were the focus of our Christmas eve feast.

Our home town newspaper reserved a full page for Clement Moore’s, A Visit from St. Nicholas. As youngsters, my dad would read it to us right before bedtime to ensure sugar-plum inspired dreams.

Lastly, I recall the beautiful candle light service at Trinity Episcopal Church on the green in New Haven, CT. It was a wondrous experience to sing Christmas hymns in that gothic-revival style church. The stained glass panels depicting biblical scenes sparkled with candle light as we welcomed the birth of Christ at the stroke of midnight.

One year in particular that midnight mass was quite poignant. Although, I grew up in a Christian home and I always believed in Jesus, my relationship with Christ took a major leap forward as I completely dedicated my life to him. I stood with candle in hand, singing O Come All Ye Faithful, and I thought to myself, Indeed, that is exactly what I have done this year; I came to Christ. I am one of the faithful to which the song is referring. I never felt so joyful and triumphant in all my life.

Holidays and the traditions they encompass serve as memorials in our lives; reminders of significant events and the special people we shared them with. The sumptuous food, the infectious laughter, the retold stories, the lighted candles, and the traditional hymns all represent special moments in time. But they are more than just simple reminders of our past. They are dynamic memorials; they bring the past into our present while shaping our future.

Our family, like Mary and Joseph, find ourselves this year in an unfamiliar country as we await the advent of Christ. Yet we are grateful pilgrims for we have been welcomed into a new home. Grounded and comforted by familiar traditions we look forward to incorporating a few new ones.

Feliz Navidad.

The Birth of Jesus

2010-12-13T09:24:00.000-08:00

Light Three Advent Candles

2010-12-12T12:45:00.000-08:00

Lesson: Today we light two purple candles and the pink candle. This is the Shepherd’s Candle. Like the shepherds, let us come to Christ, believe in him, and tell the good news to others.

Prayer: Stir up your power, O Lord, and with great might come among us; and, because we are sorely hindered by our sins, let your bountiful grace and mercy speedily help and deliver us; through Jesus Christ our Lord, to whom, with you and the Holy Spirit, be honor and glory, now and forever. Amen.

Scripture: Luke 2:8-12

And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.

Song: O Come All Ye Faithful

O Come All Ye Faithful

Joyful and triumphant,

O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem.

Come and behold Him,

Born the King of Angels;

O come, let us adore Him,

Christ the Lord.

How May I Help You

2010-12-11T07:41:00.000-08:00

Just recently, friends of ours learned that their 7 year old son has medulloblastoma, a malignate type of brain tumor. They have been journaling their ordeal and just last night Nick wrote a very insightful blog on what he has learned about caring for others.

In his own words:

1. Don't help them the way YOU think they should be helped, ask them. Joey is so patient with us. Now we ask, "What can we do?" We don't give him advice, or tell him what he needs, we ask a lot of questions and shut our collective cake holes. We've learned to listen...and ask the right questions, and to help him the way he needs us to help him at that moment.

2. Don't ever tell other people how they should feel. He knows how he feels, and if he's sad, and I tell him, "you're doing great!" or "you're fine!"....it's very discouraging to him. Our job is to give him permission to feel however he feels (NONE of us knows how he feels or has gone through what he is going through) and we ask what he needs from us. A wise person once told me, "People always have the right to feel the way they feel". Doesn't mean they see all the facts or the situation from your perspective, BUT, they have a right to their perspective and feelings.

When someone is hurting, we all want to help; but sometimes, although our intentions are well-meaning, we fall short. Please consider Nick's advice: ask the hurting person how he wants to be helped, don't give advice, accept how the hurting person says he feels, and listen, listen, listen.

No Room at the Inn

2010-12-10T09:17:00.000-08:00

The Journey to Bethlehem

2010-12-06T06:50:00.000-08:00

Light Two Advent Candles

2010-12-05T06:13:00.000-08:00

Lesson: Today we light two purple candles. This second candle is the Bethlehem candle. It points to the wondrous mystery of the incarnation; that is, of Christ clothing himself with humanity in Bethlehem.

Scripture: Micah 5:2

But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, though you are small among the clans of Judah,out of you will come for me one who will be ruler over Israel,whose origins are from of old, from ancient times

Prayer: Almighty God, give us grace to cast away the works of darkness, and put on the armor of light, now in the time of this mortal life in which your Son Jesus Christ came to visit us in great humility; that in the last day, when he shall come again in his glorious majesty to judge both the living and the dead, we may rise to the life immortal; through him who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen.

Song: O Little Town of Bethlehem

O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight

So Close and Yet So Far

2010-12-04T11:46:00.000-08:00

Olivia had a school assignment this week to visit an art museum so we headed out to La Casa Azul (The Blue House) of Frida Kahlo. Frida was a famous Mexican artist whose home (that she shared with her equally famous husband Diego Rivera) is now a museum.

This is not the museum. This is some church we passed when we got lost on the way to the museum. I still have no idea where we were but aside from getting almost towed away when we stopped to look at the map, it was an interesting city.

The center of the unknown city.

On our way again.

Still lost but enjoying the sites.

Viva Mexico.

A piece of interesting art, but not what we were looking for.

Por fin, we made it.

La Casa Azul.

We could not take pictures inside the museum but this pyramid placed in the surrounding gardens of the house was a great place for Diego to display his favorite pieces.

Varied pieces of artwork are on display inside La Casa Azul including earrings that Picasso gave Frida, portraits of each artist, and many pieces of folk art that they both enjoyed.

Olivia enjoyed her day, if not the road trip to La Casa Azul.

Stuart and I briefly stop for a moment of prayer so that we can make it home in less than half the time than it took to get here.

For more information visit the museum's website: http://www.museofridakahlo.org.mx/EluniversointimoINGLES.html.

And in case you were wondering, we made it home in less than 30 minutes (it took almost 2 hours to get there). We were so close and yet so far!

Mary Visits Elizabeth

2010-12-03T07:27:00.000-08:00

The Twelve Days of Christmas

2010-12-01T07:58:00.000-08:00

The Angel Gabriel Visits Mary

2010-11-29T08:40:00.000-08:00

Enjoy an old story retold in a new way. I'll be uploading these unique videos all during the Advent season.
http://www.paperlesschristmas.org.uk/

Light an Advent Candle

2010-11-28T17:46:00.000-08:00

Lesson: Today is the first Sunday in Advent; the season of expectation. Today we light the prophecy candle in our Advent wreath. This candle reminds us that God lovingly revealed Christ's first advent through the prophets hundreds of years prior to his birth. The color purple symbolizes penitence and royalty to remind us to prepare our hearts to humbly receive our King.

Scripture: Isaiah 40:1-5

Comfort, comfort my people, says your God. Speak tenderly to Jerusalem, and proclaim to her that her hard service has been completed, that her sin has been paid for, that she has received from the LORD’s hand double for all her sins. A voice of one calling: “In the wilderness prepare the way for the LORD; make straight in the desert a highway for our God. Every valley shall be raised up, every mountain and hill made low; the rough ground shall become level, the rugged places a plain. And the glory of the LORD will be revealed, and all people will see it together. For the mouth of the LORD has spoken.”

Prayer: Merciful God, who sent your messengers the prophets to preach repentance and prepare the way for our salvation: Give us grace to heed their warnings and forsake our sins, that we may greet with joy the coming of Jesus Christ our Redeemer; who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen.

Hymn: O Come O Come Emmanuel

O come, O come, Emmanuel

And ransom captive Israel

That mourns in lonely exile here

Until the Son of God appear

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel

Shall come to thee, O Israel.

Happy Thanksgiving

2010-11-25T06:19:00.000-08:00

We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing;

He chastens and hastens His will to make known.
The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing.

Sing praises to His Name; He forgets not His own.

Beside us to guide us, our God with us joining,

Ordaining, maintaining His kingdom divine;

So from the beginning the fight we were winning;

Thou, Lord, were at our side, all glory be Thine!

We all do extol Thee, Thou Leader triumphant,

And pray that Thou still our Defender will be.

Let Thy congregation escape tribulation;

Thy Name be ever praised! O Lord, make us free!

Not You, We Named the Puppy Jack

2010-11-19T09:02:00.000-08:00

We've been searching for weeks for the perfect pup. Meet Captain Jack our new miniature Schnauzer.

This is him on his first day with us.

Today the groomer came and did his magic. Wash, brushed, blown dry, clipped, and even adorned with a new bandanna all for the unbelievable price of $150 pesos (that's only about $12 US dollars).

And to top it all off, the groomer actually came to our home to do it all!

Ya gotta love Mexico.

The Ruins of Teotihuacán

2010-11-17T18:06:00.000-08:00

It's pronounced teh-oh-tee-wa-khan, in case you were wondering. Teotihuacán means place where gods were born. The Aztecs believed that the gods created the universe here.

The Pyramid of the Sun is the larger of two pyramids located here at the ruins of Teotihuacán. We climbed all 250 lung-wrenching steps. No easy feat especially since we are already at 7,000 feet above sea level.

Proof that we completed the climb. The Pyramid of the Moon is behind us.

The Pyramid of the Moon has 180 steps to the top. It is located at the end of Calzada de los Muertos or the Avenue of the Dead.

Olivia, Wesley, and Sophia take a well-deserved break.

It was a little easier going down, but our legs were still a bit wobbly.

Another view of the Avenue of the Dead. Ceremonial rituals, including human sacrifices were timed with the appearance of Venus.

Numerous tombs with human remains have been uncovered at the foundations of the buildings.

Another view of the Pyramid of the Sun. Merchants line this particular corridor facing the pyramid.

Although, occupation of the area began around 500 B.C. it wasn't until 400 years later that construction of the Pyramid of the Sun commenced.

Inhabitants of Teotihuacán mysteriously disappeared around A.D. 700.

All that's left are these excavated artifacts of pottery, jewelry, and skeletal remains.

We enjoyed our history lesson and hope to return some day.