Mar 04 2012
Luke 9:2



Question:  In the 21st century, how do we somehow make our faith relevant?







Any questions?

Feb 27 2012
One Little Hat Meets One Little Girl

Once upon a time... a woman named Rebecca listened to a radio station.

She heard someone talking about God, and how God loves little kids, and how God loves the poor, and the vulnerable, and little ones who have hard lives ahead of them, in hard places.  In God's Kingdom, little ones like that are royalty!  Rebecca heard she could do something, seemingly small, that would show a little one, in one of the hardest places in the world, how God feels about her:  She could knit a hat!

And Rebecca cared.  So she taught herself how to knit.  And she made a hat, her only hat, and wrote a note, and sent it away.

And do you know what happened to that hat?

That hat went in an envelope!  And into the mail!  And into a truck! And across the country! And into a suitcase! And onto a plane!  And the plane flew far, far away, even over the North Pole, and went to the other side of the world!   

And it went into a hospital, and into a sunny room in that hospital, where a little girl sat on a bed.

And that hat went on her head.  It went onto Haseba's little head.

And Haseba's own mom heard why Rebecca made that hat - that very beautiful hat!: Because Rebecca knows how much God loves little girls like Haseba, and how God loves the poor, and the vulnerable, and the little ones who have hard lives ahead of them, in hard places.  

And thanks to a certain woman named Rebecca, who somehow knew just how important a certain little girl is in God's Kingdom, today, little Haseba got her knitted crown.

Jan 18 2012
"And She Will Have a Wedding"

(I wrote the following on my last trip to Kabul, Afghanistan. Please read this, and know that YOU can make this very thing happen. God lets US have a role in His Kingdom. Here's how you do it:  Click here.)

A Letter from Kabul:  Sending Out the Invitations

"She will grow up and never be married.  She will be ashamed.  She will not go to school.  She will live with her parents her whole life, and she will be shunned.  Her parents will be shunned as well.  She will not have a wedding, and will not be invited to other weddings."
Dr. Hashimi said this twenty minutes ago, as he hovered over her face -- her tiny face -- and threaded sutures.  "She" is seven months old, a baby with tape over her eyes.  We had asked him, "What will happen to her if she does not have this surgery?"

She will never have a wedding.  She will be shunned.
But today, she had this surgery.  I got to hover over her little face as well, and think, and then he suddenly finished, and looked up, pushed his chair back, and said, " she will go to school.  And she will have a wedding."
God loves little baby girls.  And God loves weddings.
If you read the Bible in an honest way, you can't miss it:  God draws close to the broken-hearted.  And He draws near to the poor, the weak, the vulnerable, the powerless, the hurting, the outcast, and the shunned.  We, on the other hand, like to draw near to the powerful, the healthy, the popular, the seemingly whole.  We grant them status.
But the Kingdom of God turns it upside down.  The first are last.  And a little girl in Afghanistan, born an outcast with a deformity, called "cursed"?  In God's economy, she has status.  I watch her little chest move up and down, and her tiny mouth sewn together, and suspect I'm watching royalty.
This building, this CURE International hospital, is a squat, grey, concrete building, down the road from a former palace that's now rendered drab.  (Oddly: The only bright flash of color on a building I've seen here is at "Little Las Vegas", a very place with a neon sign out front.  It's just down the road.)  But forget the palace.  the King resides here now.  And -- Vegas would understand -- it's apparent the King hasn't left the building.

When I was a kid, we had posters up at school about brushing our teeth.  Here, there's the occasional poster to teach kids about the difference between real toys, and land mines designed to look like toys.  Land mines are here, there, and eveywhere. 
I asked a knowledgeable person today:  "So who's responsible for all these mines?" and the answer was, "Pretty much everybody."
Pretty much. 
To study Afghanistan's history (and good luck making sense of it, the string of wars and takeovers is unending) is to sigh and scratch your head.  Think about it:  This country has been invaded from the north, the south, the west, and the east.  It has been bombed from above and, as little kids even learn, below.  Left and right, up and down, from without and, unceasingly, from within.
And little kids, for centuries, have been collateral damage.  I look at her, and I think, No, sweetie, I would not want to be you.  I would not want to be a baby girl in Afghanistan.

But this one is in CURE International's hospital, a place that's here because some people love Jesus, and love how he loves little Afghan baby girls.  And I start crying, because I'm hovering over her face, and this little one is not collateral damage.  She is knit together with a seam. 
They called Jesus the great physician.  CURE's tagline made sense then and there, it makes sense here and now:  "Healing changes everything."
The Doctor is in the house. 
And He loves weddings.