Saturday, January 18, 2014
Just a Little Bit on Grace
I was reading a familiar passage in my Bible yesterday, but one particular verse struck my heart chords differently than it has in the past. In the passage, God was looking remorsefully on the muddiness and rebellion of humankind.
"The LORD regretted that he had made human beings on the earth, and his heart was deeply troubled." Genesis 6:6 (NIV)
God was sad.
God was sad, and I find myself wanting to hug God.
I WANT TO TELL HIM THAT EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY.
BUT...
I am the one.
I am the one that has troubled His heart.
{Sigh}
Then I heart it.
He whispers.
He whispers grace...
The God-of-Jesus grace that I don't deserve... can't even be responsible enough to hold onto...
He gives and re-gives it, and He baptizes me in it over-and-over again.
GRACE.
GRACE.
GRACE.
I feel His embrace.
Then I hear it clear, God telling me...
Telling. Me.
EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY.
And I know it will.
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All is grace,
Monday, December 23, 2013
A Few Short Thoughts about Emmanuel, Christ's Mass, and a Merry Christmas!
CHRISTMAS.
Christmas broken down is Christ-mas or Christ's mass.
Exploring the definition of the word "mass" brings a fullness to what Christmas really means.
According to Google, "mass" used as a verb means "to assemble or cause to assemble into a mass or as one body."
CHRISTMAS.
CHRIST'S MASS.
Christ taking action to assemble us into one body is CHRISTMAS.
Jesus gathering us to Himself is CHRISTMAS.
JESUS. GATHERING. US.
GRACE.
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"They shall call his name Emmanuel..." (Matthew 1:23 KJV)
THE WAY JESUS CHOSE TO COME WAS UNEXPECTED, UNCONVENTIONAL, UNDERESTIMATED.
Vulnerable, through womb, from Heaven to a barn... Cradled in a feed trough by dim lantern's light the Holy God came in flesh among us as a fragile baby. He came in the midst of sorrow, unknown, oppression, defeat, impossibility.
HE CAME INTO MY IMPOSSIBILITY... AND YOURS.
He didn't come as a fiery spark that exploded fierce and bright, but he came as a small, sweet, quiet light that grew steady and faithful.
He came dependent, raised on our fractured earth by a flawed young man and a flawed young girl who needed Jesus to come into their own impossibilities.
He arrived dependent, but it is on Him that we need to depend, and when we depend and trust, HE IS THE GOD OF IMPOSSIBILITY.
"For NOTHING is impossible with God." (Luke 1:37 NLT)
Jesus came, and He was called Emmanuel.
EMMANUEL.
GOD WITH US.
God with us in a world racked in ache... sin, sickness, death, failure, pride, shame, abuse, hurt, entitlement, anger, depression, loneliness...
HE CAME.
Emmanuel came into our impossibilities to make all things possible. Holy God came to be with us and gather us to Himself.
What feels impossible in your life and in your heart this Christmas? Your impossibility might be in the deepest caverns of your soul where no one else sees or knows but you. Please remember this Christmas that Jesus is Emmanuel, God with us...God with YOU. He came to gather us...Christ's mass... To gather YOU to Himself. Let yourself be gathered, and receive the beautiful grace of His presence in your impossibilities... The grace that may not change your situation, but the grace that helps you to stand.
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To those who are struggling, hurting, or aching, please remember that JESUS CAME...CHRISTMAS CAME all those years ago, and CHRISTMAS WILL COME this year...no matter your circumstance. I want you to hear someone say to you *MERRY* *CHRISTMAS*. Please know you are loved, cared for, and held by the GOD of the universe who humbly came for YOU, because HE LOVES YOU.
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To those who have been faithfully reading the ramblings of my heart, and those who, perhaps, have just found this humble space, I want to wish you and yours a very *MERRY* *CHRISTMAS*. Thank you for coming by. I couldn't share my heart here without YOU.
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May you be blessed with the TRUTH and HOPE of CHRIST'S MASS and EMMANUEL this season.
Much love...All is grace... Always grace,
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
WHAT IF... Thanksgiving is Hard?
Trees stand tall, vulnerable, and bare. Leaves have turned and fallen into a crunchy blanket of calico below. The cycle is complete, and the trees rest hushed once again. Sunlight reflects on glittery snowflakes floating soft in the air. The crickets have quieted their seasonal song, but geese speak loud as they make their way south flying on strong wings and determination against the autumn sky. The days pass quickly and evening stretches long. The chill in the night confirms that November is here.
NOVEMBER IS HERE.
NOVEMBER IS MORE THAN HERE...
We rush frantic in crowded stores to buy turkeys, cranberries, sweet potatoes, and sage... pumpkins, apples, sugar, and flour for handmade pie crusts...tablecloths, pretty napkins, candles, and autumnal decorations to welcome our guests. Cookbooks are opened to faithful recipes, tried and true. We give our energy, our skill, our time, our love to prepare a special place for our family and friends to gather in close reflection, in tender community.
THANKSGIVING IS HERE.
YES, THANKSGIVING IS HERE.
BUT WHAT IF...
What if Thanksgiving doesn't feel cozy?
What if Thanksgiving feels like stress?
What if Thanksgiving isn't the warm gathering of friends and family around the table?
What if Thanksgiving is completely alone?
ALONE.
Friend, your house may be alive with excitement and swarming with people on Thanksgiving Day, yet in vulnerable truth, you might still feel quite alone.
*****
WHAT IF...
What if you are grieving this Thanksgiving?
What if someone who is supposed to be around your table isn't? What if death, sickness, divorce, tragedy has come, and you have to face this holiday, next winter, next spring, your next birthday, next year... with a gaping hole that you know can never be filled?
What if you are swallowed up in darkness, depression, shame?
WHAT IF?
How then do you say...
"THANKS" ???
No journey is without trial. No path is without dissension. Some seem to have more ease than others, I know, but...
There is always, always something... some one, some place, some way...
TO BE THANKFUL.
Even through the tears...even through the ache...even through the sorrow...even through the loneliness... even through the loss...
Through ruin, rubble, desert, fire, scars, wounds...
When your soul feels stabbed, and your ache bleeds into every area of your life...
Hope seems impossible.
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STOP.
BREATHE.
PAUSE.
REFLECT.
There's always something for which to be thankful.
ALWAYS.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
If the only thing for which you can say "thank you" is this breath, it is enough.
IT IS ENOUGH.
You are here.
You are loved.
You matter.
You are seen.
You are alive.
BREATHE.
Your "thanks" may be through clinched teeth and tears, but it's honest and raw. Let the tears fall, and be thankful for the salty trickle that streams down your cheeks and touches your lips... that you feel, that you taste...
IT'S REAL.
IT'S OKAY.
I promise you this, you are not alone. Even if you feel like it, the truth is this...
YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
YOU.
ARE.
NOT.
ALONE!
It's easy to say "thanks" when there is abundance around you. I know the hearts of those who are extravagantly blessed aren't any less thankful. However, when you bend your heart to say, "Thank you, God" ...when that very heart of yours is shattered and breaking...
IT IS HOLY-BEAUTIFUL.
LISTEN, MY FRIEND.
HOLY.
BEAUTIFUL.
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I am grateful you are here, and you were led to this humble space. Truth. I am praying for you and that you will feel a gentle touch, a kindness, a peace this Thanksgiving, even in the midst of the hard you are walking.
Know that you are special. You are loved. You are not alone.
All is grace...always grace,
NOVEMBER IS HERE.
NOVEMBER IS MORE THAN HERE...
We rush frantic in crowded stores to buy turkeys, cranberries, sweet potatoes, and sage... pumpkins, apples, sugar, and flour for handmade pie crusts...tablecloths, pretty napkins, candles, and autumnal decorations to welcome our guests. Cookbooks are opened to faithful recipes, tried and true. We give our energy, our skill, our time, our love to prepare a special place for our family and friends to gather in close reflection, in tender community.
THANKSGIVING IS HERE.
YES, THANKSGIVING IS HERE.
BUT WHAT IF...
What if Thanksgiving doesn't feel cozy?
What if Thanksgiving feels like stress?
What if Thanksgiving isn't the warm gathering of friends and family around the table?
What if Thanksgiving is completely alone?
ALONE.
Friend, your house may be alive with excitement and swarming with people on Thanksgiving Day, yet in vulnerable truth, you might still feel quite alone.
*****
WHAT IF...
What if you are grieving this Thanksgiving?
What if someone who is supposed to be around your table isn't? What if death, sickness, divorce, tragedy has come, and you have to face this holiday, next winter, next spring, your next birthday, next year... with a gaping hole that you know can never be filled?
What if you are swallowed up in darkness, depression, shame?
WHAT IF?
How then do you say...
"THANKS" ???
No journey is without trial. No path is without dissension. Some seem to have more ease than others, I know, but...
There is always, always something... some one, some place, some way...
TO BE THANKFUL.
Even through the tears...even through the ache...even through the sorrow...even through the loneliness... even through the loss...
Through ruin, rubble, desert, fire, scars, wounds...
When your soul feels stabbed, and your ache bleeds into every area of your life...
Hope seems impossible.
***********
STOP.
BREATHE.
PAUSE.
REFLECT.
There's always something for which to be thankful.
ALWAYS.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
If the only thing for which you can say "thank you" is this breath, it is enough.
IT IS ENOUGH.
You are here.
You are loved.
You matter.
You are seen.
You are alive.
BREATHE.
Your "thanks" may be through clinched teeth and tears, but it's honest and raw. Let the tears fall, and be thankful for the salty trickle that streams down your cheeks and touches your lips... that you feel, that you taste...
IT'S REAL.
IT'S OKAY.
I promise you this, you are not alone. Even if you feel like it, the truth is this...
YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
YOU.
ARE.
NOT.
ALONE!
It's easy to say "thanks" when there is abundance around you. I know the hearts of those who are extravagantly blessed aren't any less thankful. However, when you bend your heart to say, "Thank you, God" ...when that very heart of yours is shattered and breaking...
IT IS HOLY-BEAUTIFUL.
LISTEN, MY FRIEND.
HOLY.
BEAUTIFUL.
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I am grateful you are here, and you were led to this humble space. Truth. I am praying for you and that you will feel a gentle touch, a kindness, a peace this Thanksgiving, even in the midst of the hard you are walking.
Know that you are special. You are loved. You are not alone.
All is grace...always grace,
Saturday, November 9, 2013
I Don't Want to be a Pastor's Wife Anymore... A Letter to a Struggling Pastor's Wife
I recently discovered that someone found my blog by searching for the key words, "I don't want to be a pastor's wife anymore."
My heart filled with sorrow.
I know these feelings all too well. The burden is great, and not many understand. I did a quick google search myself using the same key words. I wanted to know if this person, and others who have searched with a similar question, found the help they were looking for. The few places my search led me were discouraging. One of the blogs I found basically said that it's a gift to be a pastor's wife, you should put on your big girl panties, and stop thinking about giving up on your ministry. Really?
I know these feelings all too well. The burden is great, and not many understand. I did a quick google search myself using the same key words. I wanted to know if this person, and others who have searched with a similar question, found the help they were looking for. The few places my search led me were discouraging. One of the blogs I found basically said that it's a gift to be a pastor's wife, you should put on your big girl panties, and stop thinking about giving up on your ministry. Really?
WELL, I'M THE UPSIDE-DOWN ONE, YET AGAIN, BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M GOING TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH.
Sometimes (not all the time), you need to step away from ministry before it kills you, and before it kills your family. Sometimes (not all the time), being a pastor's wife really sucks. (Yes! I said sucks. Don't send hate mail.)
Another one of the pastor's wife blogs I happened upon said she learned from another pastor's wife to put up walls, so when you move away from the church, it hurts less to leave the people. She and her husband have been in ministry for just seven years and they have moved to four different churches in those seven years. Hmmmm... I wonder if it's because of those walls she's putting up? You cannot connect with people on a deep level and truly love and lead them spiritually if you have walls. It's the nature of the true call. Again, this sucks.
Boundaries are much different than walls. We learned the hard way that we didn't have the boundaries in place to protect our family. It can be tricky to navigate boundaries, but you have to have them. Period. If my experience, and our family's experience, can help just one more family, then it's worth it to me to shout the truth from the rooftops.
THIS POST IS GOING TO BE ME SHOUTING! OKAY?
THIS POST IS GOING TO BE ME SHOUTING! OKAY?
I wish I had a way to send a note of encouragement to this pastor's wife, who most certainly is at the end of herself. Since I don't have a way of knowing who she is or how to contact her, I am going to write a letter to her here, and to all who might stumble upon this space that need to know they are not alone. Please note that my email information is on my blog for a reason (under the "Welcome"). If you need someone to talk to or someone with whom to share your story, I humbly offer myself as a help and listening ear.
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Dearest one,
I know your road is difficult. I know you feel alone. I know you don't think anyone else understands what you are going through. Well, I may not understand exactly, but I know a little bit about what it feels like to be laid out, used up, spent, and operating from a well that has been beyond dry for the sake of others, the ministry, and God.
I don't know why it is, but within the church there are spoken and silent expectations of a pastor's wife. Over the years you may have cleaned toilets, baked casseroles, sung on the worship team, played an instrument, written, printed, and folded bulletins, changed diapers, wiped noses, taught Sunday School, organized children's church, painted fences, painted faces, and painted walls, headed up the Christmas program, taught the children's choir, decorated bulletin boards, washed windows, vacuumed carpets, organized the prayer team, headed up a toy drive, managed the church's finances (that was a fun one), planted flowers, shoveled snow, baked cookies for visitors and shut-ins, picked curriculum, taught mid-week service (I'm still recovering from that), stuck up for your husband, defended your children, fielded complaints, and when the nursery worker didn't show you filled in, when the Sunday School teacher didn't show you taught, when the Children's church teacher left the church you took over...the list could go on and on. These are all responsibilities WITHIN the church.
OUTSIDE of church, relationship building is expected. People are demanding, inconsiderate, and selfish when it comes to pastors and their families. They, sometimes, feel an entitlement to you and your time. It's your job, right? The church pays your husband, so you and your husband need to be available 24/7 to meet any and every need or WANT they may have. I am going to interject here that there are true needs and emergencies that should NEVER be overlooked. I am confident you will know what those needs are and when and how to meet them. However, I know from experience, people within the church have expectations for you, and if you don't meet them, you may begin to feel fear that they may not be happy, and they may *gasp* leave the church. If they leave the church, then there might not be enough in the offering plate on Sunday to feed your family. Most churches, whether they will admit it or not, also believe they are getting TWO people for ONE salary (sometimes a meager salary at that). That is a ton of pressure on you, dear one. This juggling act between church, supporting your husband, caring for your children (if you are a mom), and the needs of your family can be crippling. Sometimes, you HAVE to take a break. I told you that I would tell you the truth, and I am going to do just that. If it ruffles feathers, I don't care.
The church is NOT going to step up and give you the space you need for a break (whether that break is permanent or temporary). It is YOUR RESPONSIBILITY to say "no" to some things or all of the things you are doing. It is YOUR RESPONSIBILITY to help your husband understand that you are at the end of your rope and you NEED SPACE. If you become burned out, and you don't get to a space where you can breathe, you will eventually be NO GOOD to anyone... not your husband, not your kids, not the church, and not yourself. I want to remind you that your primary responsibility is to be a wife and a mom.
You may think you are the only one that can do a quality job at some of the things for which you are responsible at church. You know what? You need to let go. If you CANNOT do it, then someone else will step up to the plate. If it doesn't mean enough to someone else to step up, then maybe that particular ministry didn't mean enough to those in your church anyway? LET IT GO. If you are worried that someone else will step up, but they won't run things like you would, LET THAT GO, TOO. When did things need to be perfect? I said "no" to things way too late. I thought I could just keep throwing things on my back and carrying them. I completely broke, and then I was no good to ANYONE for a year, literally. I did NOTHING for a year. I battled fierce DEPRESSION and DARKNESS. What I was going through possibly could have been prevented. A few beautiful women stepped up and took over my areas of children's ministry, which has long been my heart's passion. You know what happened? Those women brought a different flavor and heart when they taught the kids. They did a far better job than I ever could have. Their passion to teach brought life to those areas of our church. It was BEST that I stepped away. You are not the only capable person in your church, and someone who might be gifted isn't serving because you are doing everything and they think they are not needed. Step away. It's really okay.
REMEMBER: YOUR PRIMARY MINISTRY IS TO YOUR HUSBAND AND YOUR CHILDREN.
IF YOU DON'T DO ANOTHER SINGLE THING BESIDES CARING FOR YOUR FAMILY, YOU HAVE DONE ENOUGH.
ENOUGH.
If people get angry because you are stepping away or establishing boundaries (again, for a season or permanently... you don't have to decide that now), let them get angry. If they leave the church, let them. I don't care how deep their pockets are or how much they support the church financially. How can you truly minister to people that don't care about you or your family, anyway? How is it a true community when there is a cycle of manipulation no matter the cost to you and your family? When did church become about all of this? I think that last question might be another letter for another time.
TAKE CARE OF YOU.
You are GOD'S daughter. He doesn't want things to be like this for you. It's possible that your family may need to consider stepping away from ministry for a break. You need to pray about it. Only God can direct you, but you may need to ask HIM some very hard questions. You may need to ask each other some very hard questions. I don't know your particular situation, but I know there are churches out there that take advantage of the pastor's family. There may be prominent families within your church that are manipulating and abusing your family (directly or indirectly). Some may be manipulating and abusing your husband? Or your kids? Don't be afraid to ask the hard questions.
NO CHURCH IS WORTH THE COST OF YOUR FAMILY.
PERIOD.
I'm going to SHOUT that again.
NO CHURCH!!!
IS WORTH THE COST OF YOUR FAMILY.
With all of the hard things said, IT IS AN HONOR to be called by God to serve others. It truly is. BUT the truth is, that call comes with a heavy burden. If pastors' families are gloaty and giddy about being a ministry family, and they don't feel that deep burden, then I question if they are truly called. If they don't get down in the grit and mess with people like Jesus did, then they aren't really ministering. It's not about platform and glory. To so many, it seems like it is, and that's heart breaking. There will be hard times in REAL ministry, but there will be beautiful times, as well. You will meet some impossible people, but you will also meet some kindred souls along the way that you couldn't imagine your life without. A church with kindred souls will support you if you need a break, no matter how long of a break you need. If you don't feel you have kindred souls among you, take the break anyway.
It is time to rest, dear one.
REST.
From one pastor's wife's heart to another...
Bless you.
All is grace,
The church is NOT going to step up and give you the space you need for a break (whether that break is permanent or temporary). It is YOUR RESPONSIBILITY to say "no" to some things or all of the things you are doing. It is YOUR RESPONSIBILITY to help your husband understand that you are at the end of your rope and you NEED SPACE. If you become burned out, and you don't get to a space where you can breathe, you will eventually be NO GOOD to anyone... not your husband, not your kids, not the church, and not yourself. I want to remind you that your primary responsibility is to be a wife and a mom.
You may think you are the only one that can do a quality job at some of the things for which you are responsible at church. You know what? You need to let go. If you CANNOT do it, then someone else will step up to the plate. If it doesn't mean enough to someone else to step up, then maybe that particular ministry didn't mean enough to those in your church anyway? LET IT GO. If you are worried that someone else will step up, but they won't run things like you would, LET THAT GO, TOO. When did things need to be perfect? I said "no" to things way too late. I thought I could just keep throwing things on my back and carrying them. I completely broke, and then I was no good to ANYONE for a year, literally. I did NOTHING for a year. I battled fierce DEPRESSION and DARKNESS. What I was going through possibly could have been prevented. A few beautiful women stepped up and took over my areas of children's ministry, which has long been my heart's passion. You know what happened? Those women brought a different flavor and heart when they taught the kids. They did a far better job than I ever could have. Their passion to teach brought life to those areas of our church. It was BEST that I stepped away. You are not the only capable person in your church, and someone who might be gifted isn't serving because you are doing everything and they think they are not needed. Step away. It's really okay.
REMEMBER: YOUR PRIMARY MINISTRY IS TO YOUR HUSBAND AND YOUR CHILDREN.
IF YOU DON'T DO ANOTHER SINGLE THING BESIDES CARING FOR YOUR FAMILY, YOU HAVE DONE ENOUGH.
ENOUGH.
If people get angry because you are stepping away or establishing boundaries (again, for a season or permanently... you don't have to decide that now), let them get angry. If they leave the church, let them. I don't care how deep their pockets are or how much they support the church financially. How can you truly minister to people that don't care about you or your family, anyway? How is it a true community when there is a cycle of manipulation no matter the cost to you and your family? When did church become about all of this? I think that last question might be another letter for another time.
TAKE CARE OF YOU.
You are GOD'S daughter. He doesn't want things to be like this for you. It's possible that your family may need to consider stepping away from ministry for a break. You need to pray about it. Only God can direct you, but you may need to ask HIM some very hard questions. You may need to ask each other some very hard questions. I don't know your particular situation, but I know there are churches out there that take advantage of the pastor's family. There may be prominent families within your church that are manipulating and abusing your family (directly or indirectly). Some may be manipulating and abusing your husband? Or your kids? Don't be afraid to ask the hard questions.
NO CHURCH IS WORTH THE COST OF YOUR FAMILY.
PERIOD.
I'm going to SHOUT that again.
NO CHURCH!!!
IS WORTH THE COST OF YOUR FAMILY.
With all of the hard things said, IT IS AN HONOR to be called by God to serve others. It truly is. BUT the truth is, that call comes with a heavy burden. If pastors' families are gloaty and giddy about being a ministry family, and they don't feel that deep burden, then I question if they are truly called. If they don't get down in the grit and mess with people like Jesus did, then they aren't really ministering. It's not about platform and glory. To so many, it seems like it is, and that's heart breaking. There will be hard times in REAL ministry, but there will be beautiful times, as well. You will meet some impossible people, but you will also meet some kindred souls along the way that you couldn't imagine your life without. A church with kindred souls will support you if you need a break, no matter how long of a break you need. If you don't feel you have kindred souls among you, take the break anyway.
It is time to rest, dear one.
REST.
From one pastor's wife's heart to another...
Bless you.
All is grace,
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
No Strings Attached
My sleepy kids awaken sluggish from restless, excited sleep.
Quick showers...
Quick breakfast...
Quick dressing...
Today is the day for which we've been preparing. Vehicles line up in front of our house behind ours like a fourth of July parade.
Grab the paper plates and plastic silverware.
Load the coolers.
Get the water.
By all means, don't forget Gary's-farm-grown-pop-in-your-
The grills are tied down in the backs of flatbed pick-ups, and the caravan is off.
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Our kids, slowly waking, chatter along with the soothing vibration from
the engine of our car. My husband drives while I finish applying mascara
and lipstick on the way. We're almost there.
The caravan of cars follows us through the back gate between nomadic homes on wheels. Generators hum to run the air conditioners in the traveling bunk house dorms to bite away the August morning heat. The Ferris wheel is serene in the morning sunshine. The quiet carnival rests as the rest of the world busies itself around it.
While workers sleep, we quickly prepare. The grills are fired up. Tablecloths are laid out readying the tables for our guests. Homemade salads are placed on serving tables, and Kathy's-to-die-for-chocolate- chip-cookies are placed on pretty trays alongside jellos and puddings for dessert.
A group of 7 or 8 teens and kids takes prepared flyers from traveling house to traveling house, and from fair stand to fair stand.
The flyer simply says:
FREE LUNCH to ALL fair/carnival workers
11:00 a.m. - 1:00 p.m. at the fair pavilion
NO STRINGS ATTACHED!!!
Hot dogs, hamburgers, sweet corn, salads, and dessert...
We'll see you there!!!
The caravan of cars follows us through the back gate between nomadic homes on wheels. Generators hum to run the air conditioners in the traveling bunk house dorms to bite away the August morning heat. The Ferris wheel is serene in the morning sunshine. The quiet carnival rests as the rest of the world busies itself around it.
While workers sleep, we quickly prepare. The grills are fired up. Tablecloths are laid out readying the tables for our guests. Homemade salads are placed on serving tables, and Kathy's-to-die-for-chocolate-
A group of 7 or 8 teens and kids takes prepared flyers from traveling house to traveling house, and from fair stand to fair stand.
The flyer simply says:
FREE LUNCH to ALL fair/carnival workers
11:00 a.m. - 1:00 p.m. at the fair pavilion
NO STRINGS ATTACHED!!!
Hot dogs, hamburgers, sweet corn, salads, and dessert...
We'll see you there!!!
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They begin to trickle in one-by one, at first, skeptical.
Each one carries the weight of the world, and the weight of their own story. Most carnival workers don't get here through the path of an easy life. It's no easy life, still, to have no permanent home... no permanent roots.
Genuine kindness and compassion go a long way, and serving a meal to those who might normally be forgotten awakens me. Our heart is to simply bless.
NO STRINGS ATTACHED...
At 11:30, we've only served a few people, but word of mouth spreads quickly, and by noon all of the skepticism has turned to dust. The pavilion is full of hungry people, genuine laughter, and happy conversations.
A sun-baked toothless man touches me on the shoulder and says, "Thank you for this meal today. I haven't had a home cooked meal in months, and those cookies were so good." I gave him a few more cookies and a smile to take with him.
One lady, weathered beyond her years, asks, "Why are you doing this?" Eyes shining, the kind-hearted pastor replies,"We, simply, want to thank you for all of the hard work you do. Thank you for helping to make fair week so fun!"
The same pastor braves fair admission prices and sweltering afternoon heat to cart his wheeled cooler filled with ice-cold bottled water to share with the workers each afternoon of the fair. Some workers recognize him from the free lunch, and by the end of the week almost all of them know him by name.
A FREE MEAL...
FREE WATER...
NO STRINGS ATTACHED...
No strings attached, because we believe that when Jesus said give a cup of cold water in HIS name...in HIS love... that HE meant it, and HE meant for it to be done with NO OTHER AGENDA other than loving each other.
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This month marks two years since God called us away from Michigan. This week is Branch County Fair week there. I have been reflecting on the six consecutive years we were honored and privileged to serve the fair/carnival workers in this very small way with NO STRINGS ATTACHED. I hope that in the simple giving of a meal they will remember the kindness, and it will become part of the story they pass on to their children and grandchildren. Our heart was to simply bless, and in our serving, we have been the ones who have been blessed.
I anxiously await the vision God is beginning to unfold in our hearts for Colorado. I feel as if our time of "rest" might be coming to a close. Whatever we do, and wherever we serve, we will always remember to give a cold cup of water in HIS love and in HIS name with NO STRINGS ATTACHED.
NO STRINGS ATTACHED...
No strings attached, because we believe that when Jesus said give a cup of cold water in HIS name...in HIS love... that HE meant it, and HE meant for it to be done with NO OTHER AGENDA other than loving each other.
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This month marks two years since God called us away from Michigan. This week is Branch County Fair week there. I have been reflecting on the six consecutive years we were honored and privileged to serve the fair/carnival workers in this very small way with NO STRINGS ATTACHED. I hope that in the simple giving of a meal they will remember the kindness, and it will become part of the story they pass on to their children and grandchildren. Our heart was to simply bless, and in our serving, we have been the ones who have been blessed.
I anxiously await the vision God is beginning to unfold in our hearts for Colorado. I feel as if our time of "rest" might be coming to a close. Whatever we do, and wherever we serve, we will always remember to give a cold cup of water in HIS love and in HIS name with NO STRINGS ATTACHED.
"Give a cool cup of water to someone who is thirsty...the smallest act of giving or receiving makes you a true apprentice. You won't lose out on a thing." (Matthew 10:42 MSG)
ALL IS GRACE,
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