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God Will Accompany Us

Friday, May 13th, 2011

For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.

2 Corinthians 4:17

Perestroika and glasnost were sweeping through the Soviet Union. Restructuring communism and openness in communication were changing the country in more profound ways than the leaders had anticipated.

In 1988 the 1000 year anniversary of Christianity in Russia and Ukraine was celebrated openly, something that only a few years earlier people would have thought was impossible. Baptists held public baptisms for the first time in decades.

A year later, the presbyters in Ukraine, supported by the Slavic Gospel Association, decided to start a seminary near Kiev and asked Alexei Brynza to organize it and be the first rector. Alexei, suffering from diabetes, didn’t think his health would allow him to take on this new challenge. His wife also opposed the idea, not wishing to move all the way to Kiev. Life had finally become good in Zaporozhe after all the years of struggle. There was freedom to preach and to worship, and Alexei felt that he was reaping the reward for the suffering that had gone on before. And at the age of fifty-six, and having spent his entire life in Zaporozhe, he didn’t want to move either.

Disappointed, the brothers called him nearly every week for a year with pleas to reconsider. Then Alexei attended a meeting with a speaker from America. This man told how he, his wife, and three children had moved twenty-five times, to Alaska, Africa, Indonesia, and many other places, to do the work of the Lord. Most people would be full of worry about such a life, but this man was never concerned because he trusted God.

Alexei went home and said, “Valya, my dear, let’s go to Kiev. God has convicted me. When I heard this brother I was ashamed, thinking how we are so upset about moving one time in our lives. It’s wrong to be so worried about little things. God will accompany us.”

They moved to Kiev and started the Irpin Biblical Seminary. Now in its 20th year, over 1500 men and women have been prepared for ministry and are serving in Ukraine, Russia, and many countries of the former Soviet Union.

Alexei learned that when God calls us to a task, He will go before us, preparing the way. Sometimes my reaction to God’s call is like Alexei’s: lots of reasons why it’s impossible, why I shouldn’t even try. But all of that is just a lack of faith. If God could create the universe and raise from the dead, then He surely can help me through whatever job He calls me to.

Lord, help me to trust You to smooth the path before me and accompany on whatever journey you choose to send me.

Do I Really Believe?

Thursday, March 17th, 2011

I’ve been fascinated and horrified by the images and video of the aftermath of the earthquake in Japan. Especially frightening is the wall of black water that rushes in, pushing everything it encounters out of its way. When it recedes, left behind is destruction, broken buildings, overturned cars, ruined farmland, all covered with black mud.

An overwhelming tragedy. The rest of the world will move on from this in a few days, thinking about the next new disaster, whether natural, man-made, or a self-inflicted melt down by a self-absorbed celebrity. For the people of Japan rebuilding their nation, their lives have been changed forever.

I read in the Psalms that God is mightier than the thunder of the great waves and the mountains melt like wax before Him, and that He redeems His people. The Bible tells me that God can redeem even calamity of this magnitude, like this double disaster of earthquake and tidal wave, with the threat of meltdowns at nuclear plants as well. I can believe that for the people of Japan.

But it’s easy for me to say that, since the tragedy only touches me indirectly; I have a few friends who live there, all of whom seem to have escaped the worst. It’s different when suffering and hardship strike my own life.

That’s when I have to ask myself, do I really believe God’s promises, even when they seem to have failed. That’s when faith is exercised and tested, and I learn that in my weakness, God is strong.

God’s Plans are not My Plans

Tuesday, March 1st, 2011

I had my plans for the weekend. Finish our taxes and get all the financial aid applications done for my stepdaughters. Quiet dinner out with my husband. Laid back Sunday afternoon.

It didn’t work out that way.

Sure, I made a little progress on the taxes. Then on Saturday afternoon we got a call from one stepdaughter, who was very ill. We picked her up, brought her home, fed her some dinner, and ended up in the emergency room until 2:30 am.

Sunday morning saw us dragging around. Later my husband and I did a few errands, taking his car for an oil change, getting the prescriptions filled. The other stepdaughter came by, and we did her taxes and helped her work on an application for an internship. The other one continued to battle nausea. No one was in a good mood. Our taxes and the financial aid forms? Not done. Deadline for the aid application? Tuesday. Maybe a good night’s sleep will help us all.

Not so fast. At midnight we woke up to the sound of a wind roaring like a freight train and the tornado sirens wailing in the distance. Down to the basement we went. Thankfully, the storm skipped over our area and we didn’t even lose power.

Monday morning my husband left for a business trip. He called an hour later. “Did I leave my wallet at home?” Sure enough, he had. He was already 52 miles away from the house. I got in the car and drove to meet him, stewing over my plans not happening, and how my time has been taken up with other people’s problems.

I asked God just what He wanted me to do.

Then He told me. He wanted me to serve. A servant doesn’t have their own agenda; a servant follows the master’s orders. If I mean what I say about wanting to serve God, then why am I complaining when He gives me the opportunity?

As the day went on, I spent most of my time taking my stepdaughter to the doctor and then to the hospital, where she was admitted for observation and test. In between hospital visits, I got my laundry done, checkbook balanced and some bills paid. Not the productive writing day I had planned, but a day to serve others.

Probably in the greater scheme of things, that was the best possible use of my time, far better than any of my own plans.