FIM Weekly! “Loyalties: Rapturous Revelations on Preparedness – pt 3″

Hey Saints!

When it comes to the tribulation, I have heard many a good men fury at even the notion concerning anything ‘post’. My initial question to them is: ‘Are we being faithful to God’s Word when we have not taken the time to even ponder another point of view, be it of Biblical reference?’ What is to be said of our ‘love for truth’ would we have greater zeal towards a doctrine than we do opening up our Bibles to see for ourselves? Are we merely clinging to that which makes us comfortable, simply because that is what we were told from the beginning? What has happened to the spirit of truth that the Bereans sought after? Is it too late to get it back? Where do our loyalties lie?

As seekers of truth, we should not cringe over fair questions such as “How could a good God put us through tribulation?” or commentary on how “The Bible states that there is no condemnation for us who believe”. For it is true: ‘God is good’. And there is ‘no condemnation for the believer’. But are we not called to be faithful to the whole of scripture and look at whatever else God has to say of Himself? Might we peer openly and honestly at the continuity of God’s character and see if we may find any particular pattern, would there be one? Again, where do our loyalties lie?

In Gen 6, God reveals His plans to Noah concerning a great flood which would destroy the earth, wiping out the age of men in 12o years. Although many have misinterpreted the 12o to reference the new age to which a man or woman could live; in context, God was merely addressing the timing to whence the flood would occur, per the time of His original mention. All that to which Noah replied,  “We are going to fly away, oh glory, into the 2nd or 3rd Heaven!” Obviously, the latter comment was never uttered. For all of us can be certain how God did not remove Noah from the earth. Instead He instructed him to build an Ark for safety within, amidst God’s great wrath. He commanded him to prepare 120 years in advance. Yes, He called him to prepare.

Israelites in Egypt knew something of His similar character when God poured out wrath throughout all of Egypt, leaving only the land of Goshen to spare. God neither removed them, nor harmed them in His great anger. He merely kept them safe within, calling them to kill a lamb and smear its blood over the threshold. Again, He commanded them to prepare.

Amongst many pre-trib rapture believers, there is s false notion that those “post”, do not believe in a rapture whatsoever. This of course is not so. The Bible simply does not prove any indication that the rapture is a means of escape. But yes, most post trib believers do believe in a literal rapture.

In his 24th chapter, Matthew takes a swipe at the unfolding of events surrounding the rapture. In one portion we read of the 2 being gathered together and 1 taken away. But off and apart from that is a gross ordeal concerning various birds who migrate around dead bodies. Matthew, having a select style of approaching the Gospel writings, varies therefore from Luke, who desires to give a more detailed and “orderly account”. In other words, Dr. Luke is a line by line kind of guy. He is the teacher type. Let’s look at what he has to say concerning the gathering of the 2.

Luke 17: ³⁴ I tell you, in that night there will be two in one bed. One will be taken and the other left. ³⁵ There will be two women grinding together. One will be taken and the other left.” 

Just like Matthew, Luke has stated this very essential point that Jesus Himself related. But here is where Luke surpasses Matthew in terms of clarity:

³⁷ And they said to him, “Where, Lord?”

Luke decides he must address the question “Where?” which is most pertinent information, since the whole rapture theory is wrapped up into the direction of where those in motion are being “taken” to. It is dire for us to possess revelation of where they land. And to that end, Jesus replies:

“Where the corpse is, there the vultures will gather.”

“Corpse”? “Birds”? Is this the same description of Heaven we heard about in Sunday school? Scientifically speaking, it is important for the birds of the air to come down and eat the flesh of the bodies in order to prevent disease from spreading throughout the land. Yet again, we must also ask ourselves whether or not this viewpoint from whereto we are taken is fitting to the Paradise portrayed elsewhere in the Bible.

Interestingly enough, this is the same “bird” and “body” language that is used in Revelation 19:17-18 where the evil, end time army makes war against Jerusalem/Jesus. Could it be that God takes us there, even during the Great Tribulation? What does “meeting Him in the air” even mean? Could it really be describing a mere meeting Him in the air, and that’s it? Bar none? How have we come to the conclusion that a 2nd or 3rd Heaven was even involved in the matter? It seems rather, that we are set down at the scene of a battle in the midst of the great judgements. Only by this time, we will be bestowed with glorified bodies.

Some theologians have used various verses in Revelations to indicate a positive theory for a pre-trib rapture. They adhere to this by illuminating how in a particular passage, the Church is noted as being in Heaven, but not on the earth. The problem with this theory, is that those spoken of are potentially only those martyred, as well as believers who have gone before us. Furthermore, the Greek word for Church “Ecclesia”, is neither mentioned in Heaven nor on the earth within these specific passages – therefore nullifying the argument altogether.

There also seems to be some confusion over His coming “like a thief in the night”. Many have prescribed this to mean the mere timing of His coming, suggesting that Jesus will be here for but a moment, before whisking us away into eternity. However, I believe we stop short in our interpretation of this verse when we consider not 1 Thessalonians 5:4-6 which states “But you, brethren, are not in darkness, that the day would overtake you like a thief; for you are all sons of light and sons of day. We are not of night nor of darkness; so then let us not sleep as others do, but let us be alert and sober.” Can you see the message of preparedness arising once again?

We ought also consider 1 Thess 4:16-17  as well as 1 Cor 15:51-52, both of which note the timeline of Jesus’ coming. More so let us observe how 1 Cor 15 states an exact “the last trumpet” as the time of His appearing. These trumpets are in fact synonymous, rather the very trumpets mentioned as being a part of the great tribulation – seals, trumpets, bowls as noted in Revelations. It is important that we remain true to the signs/timeline that Christ has prescribed, and NOT based upon which season or festival that mere man has ‘supposed’. Do we recall how Jesus cursed the fig tree? Remember why?

Last but not least, we must consider the word in Revelation which warn us to “keep those things which are written therein: for the time is at hand – Rev 1:3 KJV”. It is not likely that anyone would give much interest in the way of ‘preparation’ if he or she does not believe the events listed are for those other than themselves. What’s more is that the Church plays a vital role amidst the end time judgments that are being poured out. For the wrath of God is not upon the Church; but the Church, like Moses, will actually play a part in the releasing and ceasing of such judgment. In order to come inline with the appropriate spirit in which such tribulation is to be released, in order that love would abound, and God’s children would be forever free, we must prepare, now, so as to not be offended with a God Who does not come in the manner in which we expected. Next time…

  

FIM Weekly! “Loyalties: Rapturous Revelations on Preparedness – pt 2″

Hey Saints!

Today we are embarking upon part 2 of this latest series. Last week we talked about “loyalties”, where they can lead, and how to best steward them. This week, I would like to talk about our loyalty to the prophetic voice of God and how to prepare for His coming.

“Jesus is the testimony of all prophecy – Rev 19:10″. That said, we must take a good, hard look at many of the words that are coming forth today. In at least the late 90′s and early 2000′s we were battling much of what was enamored as the “prosperity gospel”. This of course, was the idea that God’s master plan was all about us being rich, driving fancy cars, having big ministries, etc. We were not allowed to say “I feel sick” because that would be contrast to Jesus’ plan for our healthy lives. We walked on eggshells with our prayer requests, fearing those who took upon themselves the continual occupation of spellcheck. And yeah, I got sucked into that game a bit as well.

Somewhere along the path, many of us matured away from such peculiarity. Unfortunately, there are yet far too many who are still engaged. Through various media; books,pulpits, pc’s, etc, it has become extremely apparent that the Gospel has again become “me” centered, had it ever departed. And while many of us would dare to assume that we are immune from such dealings, what has happened is that in our extinguishing, be that old wave of false prosperity, a new strain has crept into our prophetic understanding.

Many prayer warriors/intercessors, prophetic people, often quote passages concerning the fulness of the Millennial reign in order to describe God’s current day offerings. And while it is true that a partial reality of that is possible, even now, oftentimes such partiality is never alluded to, and instead the words are proclaimed with “happily ever after” connotations. How many of these have ever come true? How many have been hurt by this? How many feel like the spirit of prophecy, which is meant for good, has become extremely watered down – commercial? “Be sure to buy my latest book!!! Attend the latest conference, concert, seminar – it will all be glorious then…”

Don’t get me wrong, I love conferences, concerts, books; all that jazz! But we must take note that even the fulfillment of Christ’s First Coming did not leave us “happily ever after”. Quite the opposite. Although. We should feel confident. We should feel secure. We should have hope. But we must not think as though because Christ came, everything is hunky dory from here on out. It will be…when He returns.

Even now, many of these prophesies still wax similar to the characteristics of the prosperity Gospel. Some are doting without arming. Some are equipping without an actual mission to pour such lavishness upon. Others are just so plain over the top, that they are impossible to label. And like the horoscopes of the secular realm, believers flock to the prophecy channel to find another good word to make themselves feel good about their life. But where is Jesus in all this? What is His ultimate desire? Surely He wants us to be happy, but unto what? A spotted, defiled, lazy bride, who never grows up, and is constantly in need of reassurance concerning who She is? Always needing one more thing before finally She loves Her husband with all Her, heart, soul, mind and strength? I think not. This narcissism must desist.

Neither should such imperfections steer us away from the use of prophetic encouragement. This is a true gift. I hope you hear my heart in that I am not trying to beat down a good thing. I merely aim to purify it. I believe God takes issue with the machine that drags everyone along with falutin optimism, for the benefit of the machine itself, devoid of caring for the individual being ministered to, or the workers thereof. How many of us have been part of a ministry that used its people for the glory of the ministry instead of God’s, and the well-being of the Children of His household? It is a very serious undertaking. True humility does not aim for the headlines or the spotlight. It crouches low and allows God to exalt it, both “if” and “when” He desires.

We are not called to be optimists whose hopes are of the winds with no foundation. We are instead destined as realists who know God’s heart, what He is saying, and what He is willing to do. Many have confused the realist for the pessimist, because the pessimist will never address himself as such. For he knows how impopular this position is, and will never gain credibility through that fashion. A realist however, is neither pessimistic, nor optimistic; he knows what is real, even beyond his earthly capacity, and aims to make it a reality for the sake of Christ. The optimist, instead engages in wishful thinking, dreaming of fairy tales; seldom encountering truth, and eventually burning out after the bounty of fleshly desires don’t fall into place. In the end, he transforms into the pessimist he once hated to imagine.

We may lay hold of prophecies such as “Ask of Me and I will Give You the Nations – Ps 2:8″  just as long as we understand that at the end of the day, this was the Father’s ultimate expression to Jesus, that when He returns, the nations will be handed over to Him, where He will rule and reign over each with perfect justice, peace, and mercy. We may lay hold of whatever the Lord gives us, Jer 29:11 included, as long as our interpretation and application are fact and formed to the Author’s current bend.

Prophetic formulas should be far and few between. Seeing the number “7″ will not mean “perfection” in every circumstance as some have supposed. Can you imagine if Joseph would have stood before Pharoah, prophesying that the 7 skinny cows and 7 scraggly ears of corn meant “perfection”? Had he done so, Joseph would have known many more years of dungeon life than he did. It is important for us to possess a continuous, fresh interpretation from the Living God if we are to bear any viable prophetic significance for the days to come.

We must always prophecy from the foundation of the parable of Jesus, how “the Kingdom of God is like a mustard seed, that began as the tiniest of sorts, but will grow into the largest of such”. That said, the seed has already been planted. Praise God! The Kingdom of God is here…and yet the fullest of it is not…but will be via Christ’s return. If this were not so, then our hopes are already at max and we shall experience nothing greater than what’s current – future prophecies unfulfilled and God being labeled a liar – enter the eternal reign of satan.

Upon the time of Christ’s return, the fulness of every prophecy will be fulfilled, because every “prophecy is the testimony of Jesus”. He is the end. Prophecy is the means. This is why Paul proclaimed that “prophecy would pass away – 1 Cor 13:8″.

How then do we pray? Where is the limit? The truth is that there is no limit. There is only a rearranging of the questions we ask. Instead of firing forth with declarations of what we think God ought to do, or formulas forged from what He has done, or will do at the end of this age, it is best that we ask Him what He wants to do “now, how, who, why, and where”. He’s not bothered by it. Are we?

‘Revelations’ is God’s revealed, prophetic battle plan to His Saints. It is dire for us to understand this plan in order for us to successfully overcome and even shine through the darkest of hours. Knowing it rightly, knowing God rightly, now, will take away the weirdness we will experience when He comes, should we avoid approaching His Throne without a desire for proper perspective. It will keep us from being offended by the God we thought we knew…next time

FIM Weekly! “Loyalties: Rapturous Revelations on Preparedness – pt 1″

Hey Saints!

Hope you all enjoyed the Chronicles of our Mexico trip. Got a lot of positive feedback from our adventures there. Now that those are over, I have a number of other things I hope to go into.

1. I need to take a scouting trip to Texas sometime soon. Maybe in a month or two to find a house. For those who still don’t know, our time, our mission in Fort Mill is coming to a close. We will be moving to the Dallas area, come August, to partner with another family, our friends, to start a missions training school. We are very excited about this new adventure and believe that it will be a long lasting one. 

2. Prayer is going very well. Morning Star has been sponsoring weekly corporate gatherings for prayer. The sessions are two hours long, harp and bowl style

3. Alan and I decided to end the 4-6 am Command the Morning sessions. Short but sweet, we felt like that time was meaningful but was not meant to last. Starting Wednesday, we will meet from 7-9am, with a theme that is yet to be determined. Considering praying in the spirit again

4. Rent is due on the 1st. Food, bill, accessories the same. Appreciate your prayers for that. Appreciate any and all donations as well. We still need approx. $799 to cover all costs. Thanks! 

5. Wedding of a great friend go to in September

6. Mission Trip to Nicaragua

Loyalties. The word alone has a nice ring to it. Mostly when we think of loyalty, it bears an underlying positive feel. At the same time, we must be aware that there may be negative vices attached to loyalty as well. Obviously, showing loyalty to a tyrant, or an evil dictator would not be favorable. Loyalty to satan is a terribly bad idea.

But what about loyalty to good people? Can that be bad? Not entirely, I would argue. However, I believe we ought to be cautious as to what degree we place our loyalty. Let me give you an example. Joshua 5:13-15, at the fall of Jericho, has an encounter with the Angel of the Lord. He asks, whose side are you on, us or our enemies? The answer that the Angel gave was a non-obvious “Neither!” In other words, “You Joshua, need to get on MY side!” “Now take off your shoes, for this ground is Holy!” In other words, PREPARE.

What do we do with that? What do we do today, when one side of the body of Christ believes one way and us the other another? Surely we look for common ground. Yes. But what about subjects that are a bit more pertinent. More to the point: Do we believe this or that something or other simply because our pastor or spiritual parents told us it was true? Maybe we grew up believing it?

I don’t want to take away from the teachings of those that brought me up in Christ. I don’t want to take away from the the things we are learning currently. I appreciate those dear ones with all my heart. However, I do feel that instead of taking the Lord’s side, we have often asked Him to take ours over the other guys. Maybe we assume He agrees with us. And yet I feel the Lord is raising a standard, for the ground He is preparing is about to become “Holy”. Next time…

A Different Mexico – pt 10: “Along Road Home”

It seems like yesterday. We were crossing the border, back into the United States. While waiting at the gate, we noticed a sign of a happy family settled in a car: man, wife; two kids, a boy and a girl in the backseat. They were supposed representatives of those passing through border security check – big, beautiful smiles on every face.

It struck us funny. Reality usually reveals a few minutes of breath witheld nervousness, not knowing what random questions they might ask. It’s like taking a test about your life; where you’ve been, what you’ve done, what you intend to do, yet wondering wether or not you can answer in such a way that pleases the prudish teacher. Mince that with having a potentially dangerous dog sniff you out. Yeah, I  know they’re well trained, but every dog has his day. And let’s not forget these guys have big guns and are instructed to be purposefully intimidating. Guess maybe that’s why they put that sign there – to ease the tension, perhaps? Seems like fire and ice to me.

After a few minutes of logistical hoopla, we finally broke through the barrier of distrust and arrived at the point of laughing and joking with the guy who was checking us out. Now we looked more like that sign – just a lot more people.

Stopped at a “Whattaburger” in San Antonio. Wasn’t all that great. Someone back here had hyped it up, but it was just as any other fast food joint we’d ever been. Although, we were highly entertained. Not sure what it was. Everyone seemed to have this ooze of giddiness running all down their being. I think it rubbed off on the staff, cuz I ended up getting into it with one of the older clerk/server ladies. Visibly, I could see from afar that she was kind of crusty – both her demeanor and interactions with others tipped that off. So it was a bit of a risk when I politely asked her where my food was. She laid into me a bit…fortunately, in a fun way. Finally, she brought me my food, which came with a few condiments of fun accusations to serve me with as well. She was a real treat!

We were cracking jokes left and right. It was like the air was prime for laughter and someone lit a match. People were looking at us like we were nuts! Then, suddenly, somehow the notion arose that the old clerk/server lady was “my long lost mom” and that she and I were going to have to talk about this. I never got the guts to work my way over there to have that conversation. Imagine that. Like I said, we were all giddy – one of those “You had to be there” moments.

Simultaneous to all this, I was losing my voice. At that point, I was fully subscribed to the Donald Duck phase – that hacky, crackly sound you make when the throats malfunctioning. It was fading fast! And even before we got to Houston, I could hardly whisper, it hurt so bad. In reality, it was more annoying than anything. From the driver’s seat, I would whisper to Scott, who sat shotgun, then he would relay my message to whoever I was communicating with in the back of the car. It was like having a translator all over again. Guess I should have been getting used to it by now.

That night we made it to Beaumont, TX. Stayed again at Scott’s parent’s cabin, just as we did on the way to. And just as before, we awoke early and ate breakfast at their house, some 20 minutes from point A.

This is were we lost Cliff. He had been apart from his wife and child some two weeks now. Breakfast was a ways any swift path from home sweet home, so he would not be joining us – which was both unanimously and overwhelmingly understandable. So here we were, arriving at yet another sentimental moment, saying good bye, once again, to another faithful friend and member of our team. Jesus, I hope to see more of that guy in days to come.

Breakfast was equally as delicious as before. Met members of the family we hadn’t seen the time prior. Interesting the dynamics. By this time I cannot talk at all, save a few utterances here and there that somehow slipped and found their way through hidden breaches in my throat. We weren’t there long. For long was the road home.

We must have talked about everything spiritual under the sun during that 14 hour drive. Reminisced the trip. Played music trivia, via Scott’s iPhone. Watched “Nacho Libre” which was super appropriate, in light of our journey, even though most Mexicans hate that movie. I say that with mucho compassion.

Took the southern route across Baton Rouge. All of it still new country to me. Shot up around Mobile, all the way through Atlanta, finally heading due north around Columbia, alas arriving back in the Fort Mill/Charlotte area. Home!

Late it was, when I hung my hat that night. Strange how foreign your own house feels when you’ve been gone so long. My wife woke up, came down and greeted me with a kiss or seven. Sights for sore eyes were we to one another. And yet somehow I still couldn’t sleep. Not yet anyway. So much had happened and I was finally free to relax and reel it all in. Our journey was over now. This one anyway. And yet, in my mind, it had somehow only begun – how even here, I get to redream through words; painting pictures that enter in, with a focus that’s nearer, clearer – recapturing the ways in which God was fellowshipping with us. Amidst it all, I’m finding out how each small memory, creates one large mountain of meaning that gravitates the essence of it all, inviting us into the next chapters of life in Him. Sojourners we are. Til He returns…

Scott’s advice to us in Matamoros was perfect. “Don’t just sit with all other members of our team. Spread out. Get to know the people.” Ah, relationship. Seems like Jesus just won’t let that one go! What would Jesus do, but lay down His loftiness. God from Heaven, coming and sit amongst anyone who was interested in having Him! Certainly, we who are becoming like Him ought to do the same.

So why “A Different Mexico”? It wasn’t my idea. More so, a discussion collaborated by our team on how multifaceted Mexico is. Typically, when people think of Her, they assume an absorption of desert. That’s not true. Try consulting Cuernavaca or Porto Escandido in Oaxaca. Others assume that everyone there is the same. Not by a long shot. Yeah, even the food has its variances. And the mountains? Some were capped with snow! Glad I brought my winter vest along. 40 degrees in the early a.m. is chill, regardless how much hot sauce they put on your eggs. But what I really believe sets the story straight is getting to know what God thinks of Her.

“She’s not a product, She’s My Spouse!” He shouts so loud. Sometimes we may find ourselves thinking in terms of being “The Man”, as if we have all the answers the nations need. We either come from a great country, school, family, Church, ministry, etc. “After all, we’re Americans!” And yeah, foreign nations often buy into that nonsense. But if we really want to catch God’s eyes, then we must seek to search out the treasures He’s placed in others and call them into fruition, just as we would our own. That’s what He wants, whether third world or first. After all, “He’s no respecter of persons”. We can take that principle all the way to the bank and back again.

In a nutshell, it was the best trip I’ve been on thus far. I know there will be opportunity for improvement. Maybe God is improving me. Probably every trip is a stepping stone towards the next. I can subscribe to that. Anyway, I want to thank everyone supporting us both prayerfully as well as financially. You’ve made a difference in us. You’ve made a difference in Mexico. You’ve made a difference in the World. Thank you!

That’s the end of my account concerning this trip: Mexico 2013. Hope you enjoyed the journey. Que Padre!!!

A Different Mexico – pt 9: “Monterrey, Our Final Day – Adios Dear Mexico”

Call to the Nations!

Caught a connecting flight in Mexico City on the way from Porto Escondido to Monterrey. This is where we would lose Donna. From there, she would catch a bus back to Cuernavaca. The trip was coming to a close. We could feel it – but not before one last stop.

We almost didn’t make that next takeoff. Our plane was late, leaving us last seconds, if that, to check our bags for the upcoming flight. Fortunately, the airline let us jump to the front, somewhat begrudgingly to those we stepped in front of. From there we flew, by foot, to our gate. Ita, on the other hand, was having problems of her own. When we first ordered the tickets, she was not yet a part of the team. Once aboard, we had to order a separate ticket from another airline as ours was sold out. Now, she was late for her next flight as well, and they wanted her to buy a brand new ticket, based on it being the fault of another airline. But alas, with a little favor from on high, the manager stepped forth and had the decency to drastically lower the cost. Whew!

Funny thing was, the flight we were about to catch was late. All that scrambling for nothing! Oh well, some of us got front seats, unlimited leg room, allowing us to witness a humorous scene with a guy trying to exit the restroom while the stewardess leaned upon the door, smashing the young man’s head inside! He was quite ok. We were uh, tickled to say the least.

Flashback to first flight – the one from Escondido to Mexico city. It was on that one that we were praying favor for Jason. For much of the trip we were aware of a business deal gone bad with him and another gentleman. Jason really needed a witness of God’s justice! The weird thing was, that the last time he was at the Mexico City airport, was when the deal was made. Now, here he was again, wondering if it would ever end. “What if?” he said.

Inside Monterrey Airport (via Google Images)

Our plane touched down in Monterrey. Greg picked us up. We loaded the van, the luggage, ourselves – then proceeded to the next hangar to find Ita. She was waiting for us there. It was then that Jason broke the good news! The other guy was ready to settle up!

It was a verbal confession. And I’m not quite certain how that panned out. All I know is that we had been interceding over it since Cuernavaca, and now God appeared to be moving. He heard our cries!

That night we dined at Greg and Jan’s. For the life of me I can’t remember what we had. Eggs, I think. Omelets?  I remember it hitting the spot, whatever it was. Thanks again!

Found out that we were to teach Greg’s class the next morning. He taught at a Bible College, literally a couple minutes walk down the road. This was our last hurrah!

An Abstract Representation of our Mission

Stayed overnight at the same hotel as before. Only this time we got to sleep a “little” longer. Still, morning came soon enough, and we were up and at it, bright and early for our final day in Mexico.

Started Scott’s SUV for the first time since we left there the time before. Mechanics never did find out what was wrong. It wouldn’t be til he got it back home to the States before all that got sorted out. Anyhow, we were back again to Greg and Jan’s for breakfast.

Over Jan’s new recipe we pondered about what we might say to Greg’s class. “Missions” was the theme. We knew that much. We pondered. AND pondered. And pondered some more. Eventually, we found a few bearings and were able to make some headway into the whole ordeal. It was rough. But at least by now, it was.

Ready to Receive!

What a pleasure it was to meet the students! They were so alive! So anticipating what we would have to share with them. I liked that! And what we had were some practicals to start: “Passports, vaccines, support, all that good stuff.” Someone else spoke of the potential for various perils that might pop up. Those are equally important things to think about. I got to share on some positives – such as spending time with other cultures. “Seriously! Because if you don’t like mixing with other cultures now, then you’re probably not going to like Heaven very much.”

Teaching the Practicalities of Missions

We also challenged them to get out and be the missionaries themselves. A common bent throughout the Christian Church in Mexico, is the idea that they are not fit to answer the call. Many feel, unworthy, I guess is the best way of saying it. Greg himself has been working extensively to break off that false mindset. We were there to help.

Amongst our team, some discussion arose during the break. It centered around group participation. An idea was thrown out that everyone had a part to play in all matters of the ministry. Meaning, everyone was to speak here to this class. In hindsight, I think I would have to disagree. After the incident in Puebla, and now with what was transpiring, that is, another Bible College where students are paying to be educated; I would have to state my final takeaway was that “yes” we all have a part to play on the trip as a whole, but not necessarily in every aspect.

Making New Friends

In the beginning, we are learning where it is we are gifted. Stepping out into uncharted waters is sometimes a necessity in finding out who you are. Once learned, it is best, I believe, to allow God to shine through those who are gifted in such arenas, and allow God to use others in the other areas in which they are gifted. Every one person does not necessarily have to participate in every one thing, even though they will certainly do so in some others.

Nonetheless, I could appreciate the heart of the conversation. It expressed to me that they were sincerely engulfed in the idea of team ministry – wanting to bring everybody into the fold, to receive an opportunity to do the work of the ministry. One can work with that.

Kyle taking a bite at Whattaburger, in San Antonio, Texas

Overall, I felt the class went really well. One gentleman even approached me at the end, complimenting me of something I said. It was concerning the challenge I gave, “That they had something to offer the Body of Christ worldwide”. He visibly took those words to heart and I was glad for it.

From there we were off. Said our final good byes and headed for home…well the USA anyway. Jason would stay in Monterrey, and Ita was to catch a bus back to Matamoros (sniff, sniff). It would still be 2 days before we’d see South Carolina again. And ya know, you’d think that after all we’d been through, the ride home would be a real bore. But it wasn’t. Not at all. Next time…

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A Different Mexico – pt 8: “Of Bus and Beach”

Type of Van We Were In (via google images)

Back on a bus, this time we were heading down the mountain. It was more of a large van really – professionalized for commuting purposes. It was a three hour drive, and we’d be catching yet another bus for the remainder of the trip –  on the way to the beach, on the way to Porto Escandido (meaning: Hidden Port).

Jason had a dream while we were still in Puebla. It entailed a dangerous drive down the mountain. It ended with our eventual clearing into safety. Had it not been for such a successful ending, I’m not sure what we would have done. Surely, we would have to come down sometime. Nonetheless, we prayed for the greatest outcome. That time was about to happen…Now.

Some Scenery Coming Down (via google images)

We were warned that the way down would supersede that going up – that is, in terms of motion. Uphill was gravy. But going down, your body feels every sway, every swerve, every speed racing curve your hired driver takes for granted. Just ask Scott.

Our current pathway would not mirror the former. We were going the complete opposite direction. Three hours would it take to endure this oceanic-like adventure. The two long, plastic bags that were reserved for someone else’s predicted sickness were alternatively used by Scott instead. Fill them he did. He looked horrible! And it wasn’t letting up. Three hours felt like forever to me, and yet I was not the one hunched over the whole time. Wasn’t like there was much room either. That large van was filled to max – sometimes even two or three occupying the standing room.

A Feel of the Town While Waiting (via google images)

Aloud, I kept reminding the team around me of the dream, how we do make it down successfully. And that we did! Once there, we were in another city within Oaxaca – a busy district. It was crowded. Everything seems so fast paced when a great many people are present, even in Mexico. We made it across the street to an open ended bus station where we settled for the moment, hoping to both recoup and regroup before catching our next bus that was leaving in, apparently…5 minutes. Bummer!

We were Here at Night (via google images)

Nonetheless, we took that ride. It was a much larger vehicle, a full sized charter bus vs a large commuting van. Not to mention we were down the mountain now. It was but a short hour or two before we arrived in Porto Escandido. When we got off the bus, I was relieved to see that Scott looked a zillion times better – he appeared again to be his old self. Seeing that it was now a laughable moment, I cleverly named that roller coaster of a ride: “Mt Dew”, because of course, that’s where Scott did the dew. Ha!

By this time, we all needed a Margarita! Actually, that was the name of the lady who was picking us up and taking us to where we would be staying. Safely, I would guess she was somewhere between 55 and 70 years of age. Skinny, spunky, friendly; she was SUPER excited to have other believers staying at her home. When Margarita arrived, we piled as much as we could of our luggage into her SUV. With that, we flagged down an extra taxi to fit the remainder of our persons.

Look of the Neighborhood

On the way we noticed the number of gringos that were walking the streets at night. Apparently, this cannot be said concerning many of the beach towns in Mexico. This indicated that we were in a very safe environment. Also noted, was even the Mexicans there wore shorts – not typical of most Mexico. We was in beach town now!

3 Gringos

Once arrived, Margarita gave us the grand tour of her house, which consisted of a courtyard that warmly greeted us immediately after unlocking the gate. Inside was a swimming pool, long in length; designed for making laps. Around that was a bar and a hammock; a few seats in the casual lounging area. Spiral or regular, was our choice for ascending stairs. There were multiple bedrooms on the second floor, each having a bathroom w shower; to which we split in groups and staked our claim. On the third was an open air room. Basically, a bedroom on the roof. The floor was flat, the walls waist high, and a canopy clung over top. Two of the girls bunked up there. The place was awesome! And all that came at an alarming rate of $25 per night, per person; unless of course you got the discount.

Jason and Scott Happy to be Here!

Later that night, the team headed out for dinner. I myself wasn’t feeling well, so I hung back – although I do hate to miss a meal. Started to perk up after awhile and was super glad Scott brought me back that burger! Hit the spot! Next morning the guys awoke early as usual. We made it down to the same strip they’d eaten the night before and had breakfast. By this time I began to really enjoy ordering in Spanish, using only the very few words I know. It was sincerely improving!

The weather was gorgeous, the scenery so tropical. Palms where all about, along with big bouquets of blustering, flowery trees. This was the life! We were then on our way back to the house to get geared up for the beach. A few of the others had already left without us.

Actual Footage of Where We Were

Couldn’t believe our eyes once we got within view! This wasn’t any ordinary beach – flat as far as the eye could see. This was movie, magazine worthy – where waves would come in and crash explosively against the coral at the foot of escalating cliffs. It was that kind of beach! It was beautiful! It was almost unreal!

More Actual Footage

Some of us were as little children that day – waiting for waves to come and crash us back onto the beach sand. If one waited long enough, the tide would resend back to where it came, escorting us with it, aligning again for another go round. Scott and I got a little banged up. A couple time each, the ocean body slammed us to its floor, then nearly flipping us end over end. We brazed our bellies really good of rock and sea shell; all that lie beneath. Still have some wounds to prove it. Think I even heard my back pop on one of those slams. Oh well, we had our fun!

Good Bye Porto Escandido!

Must have gone a couple hours before we threw in the towel. Went home, got cleaned up; then set out for lunch before catching two cabs to the airport, that was just some 5 minutes away. After many, many hours of labor, it was a well deserved day of recreation. And although it wasn’t a long getaway, we certainly enjoyed every bit of it!

Now we were headed back to Monterrey. Had a heads up that something of great significance still lay in store for us. But what could it be? Up til now, it seemed like our work was over. Was there really more to come? Next time…

A Different Mexico – pt 7: “Somewhere in Oaxaca – Something in Contrast to Us All”

Standing in a parking garage, waiting to rent a ride to the top a particular mountain, we were off to visit some friends of Scott’s. These lived somewhere in Oaxaca. Nearly half our journey was spent winding this way and that. Still, up hill, you don’t notice as much. Three hours later, we arrived at the station, short only some seven miles from our final destination. From there, we would rent a driver who could truck us up the rest of the way; long as it was before 9pm, the spiritual deadline for avoiding an encounter from one particular spirit the townspeople feared might haunt them. A ghost.

It was dark. The nighttime crowd had already emerged – entering playgrounds of their own, searching for some significant other to share it with. Made an interesting venture as a group of gringos, for the most, stepped into an atmosphere, that up til now, was satisfied its own comfortable climate. Like oil and water, so was our presence here. The mix of light and dark made curious the outcome of this certain swirl. Peculiar behavior, mingled with jaded eyes, painted clear how a few of those immediately around us were not of sound mind. Note: this particular mountain is famous for its mushrooms – and not the type you’d place on your pizza.

Unscathed, with but a few remarks, we received our ride. Got our luggage all loaded up. There wasn’t enough room in the cab for nine of us, go figure – so us guys got in back. Red was the truck. A tarp or canvas hung over heads, over the sides; covering the bars, creating a box shaped cage around us. Only the tail end was open for viewing – to breath in the cool, night mountain air. And with benches in back, it proved itself suitable for services such as ours.

Dusty was the road going up. Dusty was the air we breathed. I held my shirt over my face to filter incoming oxygen. All we could see was the trail behind us – a narrow path that left not a great window of room for error before tumbling God knows how many feet. Guess this was our rite of passage.

Once atop, we were higher than the power lines would reach. There was no witness to any light of man from this height. And the stars! Oh my God, the stars! By the zillions did they contrast the nighttime sky! I had surely forgotten how many there were!

Here we were now, at El Refugio, the place of our destination – the home of those whom Scott knew. And yet, they did not know we were coming. Not exactly, anyway. They were only aware we had it in mind. Yet, in the final hours leading up, there was no means of contact to say for certain. That’s the price you pay when technology lives a ways away. So, I guess it’s fair to say they were a little surprised when nine of us showed up around eight at night.

Still, it didn’t take long before we felt at home, warmly greeted with affectionate conversation; bread, honey, tea; a warm fire that lit dimly the room around us. It was a perfect fit, piecing together the feeling we felt with this new blaze of scenery that had suddenly struck us. Here we were, high up in the mountains, a place without power, in a house that appeared as one from The Lord of the Rings – a hobbit’s house with maybe a Mexican/German/Native Indian twist. It was an epic moment of it own nature! I can hardly do it justice.

This is where we met Jose and Ela; Carlos and Mafer, their baby Elias. This is where they lived, a Shire of its own, which served to rehabilitate those entrapped in drugs and alcohol, seeking instead to fill them with the love of Jesus. We were pleased to meet of few of these – each of which seemed delighted in being there. I cannot say what all transpired, but it was evident that aside from all else, there was work to be done – physical work. However, they could not have asked for a more beautiful landscape to do so in. In fact, they aided in making it such. They now had a hand, a part to play in the creation of true beauty.

As the night grew old, it was finally time for us to find our places of rest. This entailed a short hike through the wood – flashlights lighting the dark, leading the way down a narrow, faint path. Funny how far things seem in a land of unfamiliarity. Seemed as if 20 minutes transpired before we found our cabin. Probably it was five. Of course, our suitcases did not roll as fine as they did before, now aside any beaten path. “Watch the root!” was yelled from the front of the pack. Heard that warning a few times along the way. “Narrow path! Keep left!” I remember someone shouting .

Our quarters were more like cottages – huts, I guess would be more precise, as I do believe the outer walls were made of mud. The roof was of either stick or straw-like material, no doubt. “Thatched”, I reckon is the term best used. Ours had a fire place, a kitchen; neither of which we’d have the time to use. It also had another level, a loft where we bunked for the night and a bathroom. And though I cannot say I slept well, the simple thrill of being there made it worth the while.

The girls on the other hand, who lodged some 75 yards away, had thrill issues of their own. One of them threw sickness, some late in the night. Once settled, out of the darkness, came a most unwelcome visit from a creature that came scurrying across the legs of a few of the others. A rat perhaps? No one was entirely certain. Heard all about it next morning over breakfast. Surprised we didn’t hear of it beforehand!

Alas, morning came and we fellas flew out to discover the new scenery we were now of. Mountains spiked high, as far the eye could see, shadows cast in between. Was a wonderous sight painted over the valley as the early sun arose. Wasn’t long before we came fully to, setting out to survey the greater part of the property.

Everything was finely done. Flowers were evenly planted throughout the land. Each of them showing off, flourishing in color, strutting their stuff as many were in full bloom. A good number of trails had been blazed, leading to this and that, all of which we knew not yet what. That’s the joy of exploring! It was almost an hour or two before we all met up again – back at the main house. Breakfast was served: eggs scrambled, bread, tortillas; my mind fades for what else – coffee for sure, maybe some juice or tea to wash it all down.

Afterwards, was a long, deep conversation concerning the things of God, the work that was being done here. Ela did much of the talking. Believe I spurred on most of it. Still, we found ourselves in the midst of such rich teaching. I’m certain I could have listened for hours! After all, it is not every day one finds themselves atop a mountain in the middle of nowhere, listening to the few sages of this world share upon the mysteries of life. Was this really happening?

And then there was the sauna. Rather, a small dome which one had to crawl into – much like an igloo, only constructed of sticks and mud. Once inside, were found three tiers set in a circular fashion. The bottom was a pit for hot rocks, fresh from the fire, now shoveled onto the floor of this miniature vicinity. The second tier served as a resting place for your feet. The third of course, being fit for your bottom. Te-mescal, is the technical name for this process. Traditionally, mescal was used – a particular cactus known for its hallucinogenic properties. Of course, that is not what we would be partaking in. Rather, we replaced the mescal with eucalyptus tea, fresh from the plant itself – pouring it over the hot rocks as we breathed in the air; using it to rid our bodies of unwanted toxins – an extremely healthy, process. Basically, you sweat…A LOT! Ah, but first, one must suffer the wrath of drenching yourself in cold, mountain water. I think one of us shrieked…maybe two.

Man, oh man, was it stuffy! Severely hard to breathe, kind of stuffy! Took some serious getting used to – learning how to breathe in this foreign environment. Inside, I thought continuously what it must be like in Hell, believing it far worse than what I was currently experiencing! Confessedly, I wanted to bolt. Several of us did! For one, it’s a pretty tight area to begin with. There were four of us inside. And if your not on the end near the door, claustrophobia might attempt to take you. It did me. Still, I had a fair forewarning of it all, and was determined to use this as a milestone, a place of personal overcoming. That happened. And I was glad to have stayed the entire time. Yep, we won!

After a shower, we were able to stop by Carlos and Mafer’s place. Fashioned and formed themselves, these folks had one cool house! Fitting, was it to their artistic careers. More so, it’s who they were and their lifestyle reflected it. I enjoyed their production of drawings, all the various works they presented us. Through the scope of art, they captured the heart of God, giving others a most true and unique lens to view Him through. Amazing!!!

Finally, twas the moment for farewells. I miss it now just thinking of it. Our time there was entirely too short. I hardly even got to know them. Yet, how I would love to return, to bring others, to share what a wonderful experience that is to be had, more than I know, both at and with those at El Refugio! In time.

What lies ahead from here? Our trip down the mountain was a much anticipated in terms of how it would unfold. Jason had what we’d interpreted to be a warning dream before we even left Puebla. It involved an ugly ride down the mountain. Caution was in the air! Caution, we would soon be encountering in physical form as we endured the journey. Next time…

A Different Mexico – pt 6: “As Another Drives”

Inside Kyle & Amy’s Hotel – Oxacan Zocalo

Seems like we’re always weary eyed come the morning of travel. Guess the good byes from nights prior have to last, lest we miss out on possible final moments. Always time to rest while traveling – while someone else is driving.

Good to go, we gathered our stuff, got on the bus, and made our way to Ouxaca City. This was the trip we prayed ahead for – where the movies were much more favorable than the former. One of them, the latest rendition of “Gulliver’s Travel”, a Jack Black flick, in Spanish.  Funny thing was, in the movie, Gulliver was on his way to “Oaxaca” prior to getting hijacked by a whirlwind. “Nacho Libre” (another Jack Black movie) was filmed in Oaxaca. In fact, it was filmed maybe some 30 minutes, or was it miles? from where we were. And yet, there’s one more movie featuring JB, “Bernie”, which was birthed after a real guy, from a real town in Texas that Scott grew up near. He was telling us about it even while we were still in the States. What was the point? I don’t know. Strange is all. Something we observed. The scene from “Nacho” concerning ” the stretchy pants” made its way into conversation…oh, a couple times.

After a 4 hour drive to Oaxaca, we met Tania, the wife of Raul (a.k.a. Rocco) Scott’s friend, at the bus station. From there, we grabbed a couple cabs and cruised over to their house. A very generous couple, they treated us to lunch at the local mall; which did entail a ride in the back of a pick up truck, through the village, that left my stomach feeling somewhat sea sick. Of course, all that settled as soon as we were aboard the highway. And not just any highway, mind you, but one with real live speed bumps. It was fast to slow, then back again!

Jason and Scott all Wedged in

I love Mexico. Even the tacos in the food court were amazing! After which, we grabbed some coffee and set out for an evening Church service in a town somewhere…that seemed like nowhere to us. It was atop a mountain where we were warned much witchcraft transpired. That is where I met ”Angel”, a brother in the Lord who had recently met Jesus. He had great english, as he’d spent some 16 years in the States as an illegal alien before being sent back. When he was but some 10 years of age, a woman he knew, snuck him across the border along with some others. Angel was wanting more of Jesus. He was wanting freedom in several areas, as were many who were present.

Meanwhile, Outside Raul’s Place…

We met several individuals who were suffering from strongholds, which I was discerning the source as being witchcraft. Over and over again, as I prayed for people, it just kept coming up. It was a bit disturbing, like maybe I just thought that because that’s what we were told. So, I turned to Rocco, who was accompanying me – translating. I asked what he thought about each particular malady.  ”Witchcraft” he replied. I knew it! What’s worse is that as I listened to their stories, I was astonished to hear how most of them believed that God Himself had inflicted them due to their disobedience. At that point, I looked around and realized that many of the women were wearing head coverings. I knew God would be faithful to heal, despite even false theology/religion, but didn’t they have a right to know God’s love? Actually, that was what Scott preached that night – “God’s love, unearned”. Witchcraft does that though. It covers truth. Manipulates. Makes you feel like you still don’t measure up. Keeps you scrambling, rather than resting securely.

I met a girl who was mute. By the end, God had loosened her tongue just a little bit. Maybe I missed it on the translation side, but it seemed that those who were with her still exalted her dumbness over the words she was now speaking. In my mind I was asking God, “What about the fact that she just said “Jesus” like five times in a row?” All I could think to do was stoop down, look her in the eyes, tell her she was beautiful, and let her know she was loved. I did. Wish I could be there to hear to the end of her story.

Oaxacan Deliciousness!

We made some headway. People were getting healed both spiritually as well as physically. I’m grateful for the fact that the staff there is good stuff. It’s not as if these were people who had been at the same Church, suffering the same stuff year after year. No, if they stick around, I feel confident for their healing.

Afterwards, we were welcomed to a meal fit for kings! In the process, we met a father and son who’d had their truck shot up by the drug cartel. We saw the truck. It had numerous, nickel wide bullet holes in it. Strange how they missed any major part of the engine, though there were holes in the hood. The son himself was hit in a major organ and yet they lived to tell of it! He even removed his shirt to reveal the old wound. The power of God’s protection was so upon them!

Bullet Proof

For what it’s worth, something must have happened that night. On the way home, when everyone was well exhausted, we were first welcomed by police. They randomly pulled us over, questioning our reason for…? I think they were looking for someone. Fortunately for us, Rocco was able to make sense of things. Thanking God for an easy getaway, we got down the road a little further, only to realize that Rocco’s car now had a flat tire. Great! It was now our third experience this trip with vehicle malfunctioning. Good thing we were driving separately, having the truck with us too. Unfortunately, neither of these possessed a workable jack. Some stayed back while the rest of us journeyed down the road to a friend’s house, a mechanic, who had the proper tools.

This Here Tire went Splat!

Finally we made it back the car! But then it was an issue of finding the special adapter that fit the lugs of his car. Good grief! Eventually, the mechanic pulled it out the car from somewhere, and all was well after that. Alas, we were back at Rocco’s, airing up the mattresses provided, and off to sleep – awakening only to the neighbors dog who was barking down the night – loudly. Not even sure if we had glass on our windows.

Next day, we rose up, got dressed, and waited for our next assignment. I so appreciated listening to Rocco as he shared with us his testimony. What God has done with this guy, in terms of transformation, is simply beautiful!

From there, we went again on another adventure to the middle of nowhere. It was definitely desert – not like large sand dunes, but dry, dusty; cactus as far as the eye can see. It was there that we met at a drug rehab for Christian men. Cliff led us in a time of worship. Scott spoke, and then I. Felt Matthew 8 was what the spirit wanted to encourage them with. I felt that what God was wanting to speak was about not looking back. About not comparing ourselves to those lesser than us, those still entrapped in sin, but rather looking ahead, looking up to God Who can keep us, Who can take us higher; Who will help us continue onto to victory in our battles if we fight from the place of His presence, rather than our own strength. How He was looking for faith. How some, even “the subjects of the Kingdom” will miss out on an eternity with God, because they focused their hearts elsewhere instead of allowing Him to drive. From there, O.T, the pastor here, took our words and dunked them home with a sermon of his own. I can’t be certain all he said, but it seemed right on!

Ita and Jason Ministering to O.T.

Got a chance to pray with the guys and the staff there. It was all very precious, even if it didn’t completely appear as so on the exterior. I thought I heard God tell me to water the land. I thought He was asking me to pray for fertile soil. Again, this was a very dry place. I merely did what I was told. The staff served us lunch. It was the same awesome meal as we had at the other Church the night before! I wish I could remember the name of it. It was steak, rice, beans and cheese, all wrapped up and fried inside a large tortilla. This time there some specially season pork on top. Pure deliciousness!

In the Zocalo

Time had gotten away from us by this point. We still needed to pick up Kyle and Amy at the hotel they stayed in the night before – a well deserved, romantic, little getaway in midst of many night’s sleeping apart. Hours later, we would do exactly that, as we bought our tickets for a large, escorted SUV, that would take us some 3 hours into the mountains, where we would have an adventure that was amazingly unique of all the others. We called it “The Shire” (Lord of the Rings). And I earnestly look forward to telling you why. Next time…

FIM Weekly! March 25th, 2013 – “Tex Mex and Togetherness”

Hey Saints!

Now that the Mexico trip is over, we are setting our sights on our trip to Texas – a permanent one. Yes, in the midst of chronicling the events our latest missionary journey, I am also thinking ahead as to the who, what, when, where, and how all this is going to happen.

The main theme of the move is to partner with a missions training school. Starting from scratch, we will be following another family, friends of ours from Fort Mill, to Dallas, possibly as soon as August of this year. That’s a short time away! It may be that they go first, find a place to settle, and then we follow in their wake. Maybe not.

Still, transplanting isn’t all that easy. We need help as to where to live, the finances to get there, and the wisdom on how to best begin this school. Is God nudging anyone? Any prophetic words?

Hope you’ve enjoyed reading the updates from the Mexico trip! There’s more to come. I’ve had so much fun pouring into them – remembering all the wonderful, sometimes not so wonderful, memories from our journey. Yet in all, for me, it was the best foreign mission thus far!

With that, thank you to all who made that possible! Your financial help made it possible! Your prayers made it fruitful! Thanks so much for embarking with us the journey! FIM = “Togetherness” -blessings

Prayer Requests

Financial Needs – Living Expenses for now through the 15th of April: $1200

Move to Texas – Scouting trip, initial rent payment, fuel, moving truck: $3,500