20 enero 2009

my driver's license & trusting God

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"Taste and see that the Lord is good." (Psalm 34:8) "Open wide your mouth and I will fill it." (Psalm 81:10) "I have come to give you life and give it abundantly." (John 10:10) "I have trusted in your mercy; my heart shall rejoice in your salvation." (Psalm 13:5) These are some of the passages that have come to mind again and again the past few days as I've wrestled with the Lord over various things I've been a bit anxious about. "Perfect love casts out fear." (1 John 4:18)

For the past few months I have been trying to get my Spanish driver's license. Unfortunately it has taken much more time and money than I had hoped. And while in some ways I've had to "relearn" to drive, I feel like the Lord intended this time for something else, that He desires to use it to teach me again what it means to TRUST Him.

Looking back at what's happened so far, in hind's sight, regretfully, I've been fearful of failing, fearful of the dishonesty of those involved in the system, fearful of making a dumb mistake, etc., During and after nearly every class I find myself practically trembling with nerves and fairly stressed out. I've do everything I can think of and yet inevitably something goes wrong and I find myself more frustrated and more anxious with the whole process. I have now failed three times and, in part, the reason it is so hard is that I've never failed at anything before. On top of this, my professor hasn't helped in continually criticizing me, cutting me down, and making me feel like a complete imbecile. And since I like to both do well at things and to please those around me (both at times to a fault), I end up even more stressed out and anxious.

Today, however, was amazing and was completely a gift from God. I had class, after a few weeks without it, due to the holidays, and told him for once what I think. Amazingly I actually stood up to him and told him that I NEED to pass the exam this time and I need him to help me do so (both in terms of correcting me and in terms of knowing that he is on my side). He was fairly defensive and told me that I should take responsibility for failing instead of blaming him. And then after much discussion/argument and him yelling me a few times for asking him if I'd done things correctly or not, or to explain how to change what I had done wrong, telling me that I should already know, he said that he thought I needed a new professor (which I've been thinking for awhile, but just didn't have the guts to change). So, long story short, I finally changed professors. And it is night and day.

First of all, we got back to the driving school and the guy I've been wanting as a professor, because he's nice and generally happy and kind, was there (and in fact the only one there) and actually seemed happy to take me on as a student. He asked if I had time then to go for a drive so he could see how I drove, so we went right away. As I said, night and day. Instead of yelling at me the whole time and telling me everything I do wrong, he told me to relax and actually told me some things I do right. Crazy!

The Lord is so gracious. Antonio, the new professor actually seems to care about me and my learning to drive (granted I think the other guy did too he just had a very different method of teaching). In comparison, when Antonio corrects me he does so kindly and in a way that doesn't make me feel completely stupid. He, in fact, told me that the main thing I need to change is to relax. Wow! What a change! And, so true; I've never been so stressed out driving. Once again, I actually enjoyed being in the car and driving. Instead of being afraid of making a mistake, I actually just drive. This new professor actually relaxes me and I actually trust him and trust him to be on my side. And he doesn't get frustrated if I ask him a question or need some more explanation. It is miraculous and since I've gotten back I feel like the Lord just keeps saying, "Dawn, I give good gifts. Trust me. Open wide your mouth and I will fill it. Be still and know that I am God. I will protect you and I will provide for you." And today as I came home after class, I actually wasn't shaking. I was actually happy. Praise God!

So, I'm writing this as a note in part to share how great God is in his provision for me, how tender his love is, because while this whole driver's license has been the thorn in my side, I'm beginning to see that it is also a blessing, a blessing that it's taken me this long to pass and something totally worth the cost. The Lord is using it to help me to trust him in the small things and trust Him to give me good things, to trust Him to be God. This morning since I got back from my driving class, I'm seeing how this isn't just about getting my driver's license but about a whole lot more. The Lord is showing me areas where I'm not letting him have my whole life and control over all things.

God is so Good and so sweet to me to teach me these hard, painful lessons and to actually kindly correct me in that which I haven't been trusting him fully. Praise the Lord for his immense love that never stops giving, for his love that is unconditional and that keeps giving abundantly even when we don't deserve it or even when we are running the other way (out of fear or defiance or whatever). I am so thankful that He loved me first and that He continues to pursue me with a passion unlike any other.

The other reason I'm writing this is to both ask for your prayers in this whole area of trust and resting in the Lord (of ceasing to strive and knowing that HE and he alone is God) and of walking by faith not by sight, of not trying to double guess what could happen, but to trust in the Lord to be with me and to lead me on straight and secure paths. And, in that, one of the things I'd ask for prayer in is that the 29th of January (next Thursday), that I'd finally pass this driving exam - that I'd be relaxed and that I'd do everything right, and more importantly that I'd let God be God and walk/drive trusting in him and secure/confident of his love, of his protection, provision, presence, of his control of the circumstances and of His joy in fighting for me and in making a way where it seems impossible. I am so thankful that I am loved by God, that He has called me his child, and that He has and continues to redeem me in oh so many ways.

Psalm 34:
"I will bless the Lord at all times;
his praise shall continually be in my mouth.
My soul makes its boast in the Lord;
let the humble hear and be glad.
Oh, magnify the Lord with me,
and let us exalt his name together!

I sought the Lord, and he answered me
and delivered me from all my fears.
Those who look to him are radiant,
and their faces shall never be ashamed.
This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him
and saved him out of all his troubles.
The angel of the Lord encamps
around those who fear him, and delivers them.

Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good!
Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him!
Oh, fear the Lord, you his saints,
for those who fear him have no lack!
The young lions suffer want and hunger;
but those who seek the Lord lack no good thing.

Come, O children, listen to me;
I will teach you the fear of the Lord.
What man is there who desires life
and loves many days, that he may see good?
Keep your tongue from evil
and your lips from speaking deceit.
Turn away from evil and do good;
seek peace and pursue it.

The eyes of the Lord are toward the righteous
and his ears toward their cry.
The face of the Lord is against those who do evil,
to cut off the memory of them from the earth.
When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears
and delivers them out of all their troubles.
The Lord is near to the brokenhearted
and saves the crushed in spirit.

Many are the afflictions of the righteous,
but the Lord delivers him out of them all.
He keeps all his bones;
not one of them is broken.
Affliction will slay the wicked,
and those who hate the righteous will be condemned.
The Lord redeems the life of his servants;
none of those who take refuge in him will be condemned."

"I am the Lord your God,
who brought you up out of the land of Egypt.
Open your mouth wide, and I will fill it." Psalm 81:10

"There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear. For fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not been perfected in love." 1 John 4:18

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en castellano

"Probad y ved que el SEÑOR es bueno. ¡Cuán bienaventurado es el hombre que en Él se refugia!." (Salmo 34:8) "Abre bien tu boca y la llenaré." (Salmo 81:10) "Yo he venido para que tengan vida, y para que la tengan en abundancia." (Juan 10:10) "Mas yo en tu misericordia he confiado; mi corazón se regocijará en tu salvación." (Psalm 13:5) Son unos de los pasajes que últimamente me han venido al mente una y otra vez estos días mientras he luchado con el Señor y buscado a su rostro acerca varias situaciónes. Son las promesas que me han venido cuando he estado ansiosa. "En el amor no hay temor, sino que el perfecto amor echa fuera el temor." (1 John 4:18)

Durante los últimos meses he entrado en el proceso al sacarme el carnet de conducir. Y me ha tardado mucho más tiempo y dinero que me pensaba que me iba a tardar y costar. Y aunque ha sido el asunto de "reaprender" el conducir, parece que Dios quería usarlo para enseñarme algunas cositas y en específico, lo que es confiar en él.

Mirándome atrés a lo que ha pasado hasta ahora, desafortunadamente, he temado el fracasar, he temado lo que pudría pasar, he temado la corupción del sistema, he temado que fallara, etc., Durante y después de casi cada clase me encuentro casi temblando de nervios. He intentado hacer todo que pudría para hacerlo bien y no me ha salido. Y de echo cada vez me ponde más ansiosa y más frustrada con el proceso, la sistema y mi misma. Ya he suspendido tres veces y creo lo más frustrante es que nunca he suspendido en nada en mi vida. Encima de todo, el profe no ayuda. Me critique, me riñe, me hace sentir como un imbecíl. Y como soy una persona que le guste hacer bien las cosas y también agradecer a los demás (a veces incluso hasta ser un defecto), me vuelvo más estresada y ansiosa. Poniendolo claor, en vez de temar a Dios y dejarlo en sus manos, he temado al hombre, al circumstancias, etc., y lo reconozco.

Hoy, de echo, ha sido un regalo de Dios. Ha sido una gira de 360º. Fue sopredente. Tuve clase, después de unas semanas sin ella, gracias a las fiestas, y por fin le dije lo que llevo tiempo pensando. Le dije que TENGO que probarlo ya y que necesito que me ayude pero que me ayude de verdad (diciendome bien las cosas, los fallos posibles, etc.,) y que necesito saber que está conmigo. Se puso un poco defensivo y me dijo que no debía echarle la culpa a él por mis fallos y que realmente era yo que no le hacía caso. Pues dimos el clase y seguía como siempre en que a veces le pregunto sí paraba bien o tal y que me regañe y me dice que debo saberlo ya. Le pregunto que me enseñe algo y me dice que ya me lo ha enseñado y digo que me lo explique y dice que debo saberlo ya... Pero después de un tiempo cuando le dije que le pregunto precisamente porque no entiendo me dijo, pues parece que no nos entendemos bien. Y me dijo que a lo mejor sería mejor que cambiara de profesor. Y le pregunté si realmente le pareció que iría mejor con otro y me dijo que sí. Es una cosa que llevo casí desde el princípio pensando pero lo justifique pensado que sólo era yo que debiera perseverir, que debiera acustubrarme a la manera española de enseñanza, de no ser tal débil y sensitiva, que realmente iba a ser igual con todos que sólo era así y ya. Y si soy honesta, en parte por miedo de lo que no conocía. A fin y acabo, cambié de profesor hoy y es una diferencia de noche y día.

En primer lugar, llegamos al autoescuela y el profesor que siempre he querido (porque parece simpático y amable y feliz) estaba allí. Y de echo cuando mi profesor antiguo le preguntó si tenía hueco para darme clase, dijo que sí pero con simpatía. Después me pregunta si tenía tiempo en ese momento para dar un paseo con el coche para que viera que tal lo llevo. Estaba flipando. Dije que sí y fuimos. Como ya lo dije, era noche del día. No me riñaba todo el tiempo sino hablamos normal y más que otra cosa me decía que tenía que relajarme. De hecho me decía cosas que hacía bien, me animaba. Y en vez de sentir agobiada y estresada, sentía bastante tranquila y como si estuviera conduciendo normal, por mi cuenta, sin tener nadie allí para examinarme o correguirme o criticar. ¡Qué cambio! Y qué diferecia! Creo que había olvidado que me gustaba al conducir. Y en vez de estar pensando todo el rato lo que no debo hacer, sólo conduzco y me va bien. Este profesor, Antonio, tiene un comportamiento completemente diferente al otro. Cuando me corrige lo hace sin humillarme, lo hace de una manera normal y simpática. Me trate como una persona y no como un imbecíl y sabe como explicar las cosas.

El Señor es maravilloso! Es tan lleno de gracia! Es un milagro y desde que volví de clase sigo dando gracias a Dios. Y sigo oyendo que me diga, "Alba, soy dador. Doy buenas cosas. Confia en mí, te protegeré, proveré por tí Está quieta y sabe que soy Dios." Después del clase hoy (por lo cual no me cobró) sentía gozosa y no estaba temblando. De echo estaba feliz! Gloria a Dios!

Entonces, comparto todo de esto con vosotros porque quiero compartir cuán grande es mi Dios y cuán bueno es su provisión para mi porque su amor es tan tierno. Y hasta ahora este carnet ha sido el espino en mi lado pero estoy empezando a darme cuenta de que de un lado ha sido una bendición, una bendición que me ha tardado tanto en sacarlo y algo que realmente merece la pena aunque sea doloroso. El Señor lo está usando para ayudarme a confiar no sólo en este asunto pero también en otras areas, de confiar que el sea dador de buenas cosas y también para ver otra areas dónde no he dejado que el maneje cien por cien.

Dios es tan Bueno y tan dulce para enseñarme estas cosas y para correguirme pero de una forma tan suave. Gracias a Dios por su amor imenso que nunca deja de dar. Gracias por su amor tan incondicional que da todo y aun cuando no lo merecemos, aun cuando estamos huyendo por nuestro propio camino (por miedo o por lo que sea). Estoy tan agradecida que me amó primero y que me sigue amando con una pasión incomparable.

También comparto todo de estoy para pedir vuestras oraciónes en todo este tema del confiar y de descansar en el Señor (de estar quieta y saber que Él y sólo Él es Dios), del andar por fé y no por vista, de no pensado en lo que pudría pasar sino confiado que el Señor me va a llevar en caminos rectos y seguros. Y os pido que oreís por mi este día 29 de enero (el jueves que viene) que apruebe por fin - que esté relajada y que haga todo bien y más que eso que dejara que Dios sea Dios y que conduciera/andara confiando en él y segura y con confianza en su amor, su protección, su provisión, su presencia y en su control y soberanía sobre todas las circumstancias y de que el deleite en luchando por mí y en haciendo un cambio donde no lo hay, donde parece imposible. Que gozo es saber que Dios me ama, que el me cuida, que soy hija tuya y que el me ha redimido y sigue redimiéndome en tantas maneras!

"Probad y ved que el SEÑOR es bueno.
¡Cuán bienaventurado es el hombre
que en Él se refugia!." Salmo 34:8

"Yo, el SEÑOR, soy tu Dios,
que te saqué de la tierra de Egipto;
abre bien tu boca y la llenaré." Salmo 81:10

"El ladrón sólo viene para robar y matar y destruir;
yo he venido para que tengan vida,
y para que la tengan en abundancia." Juan 10:10

"En el amor no hay temor, sino que el perfecto amor echa fuera el temor, porque el temor involucra castigo, y el que teme no es hecho perfecto en el amor." 1 John 4:18

06 enero 2009

"As an athiest, I truly believe Africa needs God" Times Article

A friend just posted this article from the Times Online UK Site. It's a good article and it makes you think, about faith, about world aid, and about Christianity in Africa and elsewhere.
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From The Times
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/columnists/matthew_parris/article5400568.ece
December 27, 2008

Missionaries, not aid money, are the solution to Africa's biggest problem - the crushing passivity of the people's mindset
Matthew Parris

Before Christmas I returned, after 45 years, to the country that as a boy I knew as Nyasaland. Today it's Malawi, and The Times Christmas Appeal includes a small British charity working there. Pump Aid helps rural communities to install a simple pump, letting people keep their village wells sealed and clean. I went to see this work.

It inspired me, renewing my flagging faith in development charities. But travelling in Malawi refreshed another belief, too: one I've been trying to banish all my life, but an observation I've been unable to avoid since my African childhood. It confounds my ideological beliefs, stubbornly refuses to fit my world view, and has embarrassed my growing belief that there is no God.

Now a confirmed atheist, I've become convinced of the enormous contribution that Christian evangelism makes in Africa: sharply distinct from the work of secular NGOs, government projects and international aid efforts. These alone will not do. Education and training alone will not do. In Africa Christianity changes people's hearts. It brings a spiritual transformation. The rebirth is real. The change is good.

I used to avoid this truth by applauding - as you can - the practical work of mission churches in Africa. It's a pity, I would say, that salvation is part of the package, but Christians black and white, working in Africa, do heal the sick, do teach people to read and write; and only the severest kind of secularist could see a mission hospital or school and say the world would be better without it. I would allow that if faith was needed to motivate missionaries to help, then, fine: but what counted was the help, not the faith.

But this doesn't fit the facts. Faith does more than support the missionary; it is also transferred to his flock. This is the effect that matters so immensely, and which I cannot help observing.

First, then, the observation. We had friends who were missionaries, and as a child I stayed often with them; I also stayed, alone with my little brother, in a traditional rural African village. In the city we had working for us Africans who had converted and were strong believers. The Christians were always different. Far from having cowed or confined its converts, their faith appeared to have liberated and relaxed them. There was a liveliness, a curiosity, an engagement with the world - a directness in their dealings with others - that seemed to be missing in traditional African life. They stood tall.

At 24, travelling by land across the continent reinforced this impression. From Algiers to Niger, Nigeria, Cameroon and the Central African Republic, then right through the Congo to Rwanda, Tanzania and Kenya, four student friends and I drove our old Land Rover to Nairobi.

We slept under the stars, so it was important as we reached the more populated and lawless parts of the sub-Sahara that every day we find somewhere safe by nightfall. Often near a mission.

Whenever we entered a territory worked by missionaries, we had to acknowledge that something changed in the faces of the people we passed and spoke to: something in their eyes, the way they approached you direct, man-to-man, without looking down or away. They had not become more deferential towards strangers - in some ways less so - but more open.

This time in Malawi it was the same. I met no missionaries. You do not encounter missionaries in the lobbies of expensive hotels discussing development strategy documents, as you do with the big NGOs. But instead I noticed that a handful of the most impressive African members of the Pump Aid team (largely from Zimbabwe) were, privately, strong Christians. “Privately” because the charity is entirely secular and I never heard any of its team so much as mention religion while working in the villages. But I picked up the Christian references in our conversations. One, I saw, was studying a devotional textbook in the car. One, on Sunday, went off to church at dawn for a two-hour service.

It would suit me to believe that their honesty, diligence and optimism in their work was unconnected with personal faith. Their work was secular, but surely affected by what they were. What they were was, in turn, influenced by a conception of man's place in the Universe that Christianity had taught.

There's long been a fashion among Western academic sociologists for placing tribal value systems within a ring fence, beyond critiques founded in our own culture: “theirs” and therefore best for “them”; authentic and of intrinsically equal worth to ours.

I don't follow this. I observe that tribal belief is no more peaceable than ours; and that it suppresses individuality. People think collectively; first in terms of the community, extended family and tribe. This rural-traditional mindset feeds into the “big man” and gangster politics of the African city: the exaggerated respect for a swaggering leader, and the (literal) inability to understand the whole idea of loyal opposition.

Anxiety - fear of evil spirits, of ancestors, of nature and the wild, of a tribal hierarchy, of quite everyday things - strikes deep into the whole structure of rural African thought. Every man has his place and, call it fear or respect, a great weight grinds down the individual spirit, stunting curiosity. People won't take the initiative, won't take things into their own hands or on their own shoulders.

How can I, as someone with a foot in both camps, explain? When the philosophical tourist moves from one world view to another he finds - at the very moment of passing into the new - that he loses the language to describe the landscape to the old. But let me try an example: the answer given by Sir Edmund Hillary to the question: Why climb the mountain? “Because it's there,” he said.

To the rural African mind, this is an explanation of why one would not climb the mountain. It's... well, there. Just there. Why interfere? Nothing to be done about it, or with it. Hillary's further explanation - that nobody else had climbed it - would stand as a second reason for passivity.

Christianity, post-Reformation and post-Luther, with its teaching of a direct, personal, two-way link between the individual and God, unmediated by the collective, and unsubordinate to any other human being, smashes straight through the philosphical/spiritual framework I've just described. It offers something to hold on to to those anxious to cast off a crushing tribal groupthink. That is why and how it liberates.

Those who want Africa to walk tall amid 21st-century global competition must not kid themselves that providing the material means or even the knowhow that accompanies what we call development will make the change. A whole belief system must first be supplanted.

And I'm afraid it has to be supplanted by another. Removing Christian evangelism from the African equation may leave the continent at the mercy of a malign fusion of Nike, the witch doctor, the mobile phone and the machete.