5 Reasons to Buy a Guided Character Study for your Teenager this Christmas

The world seems to be burning. There are so many things to know, to avoid, to enjoy, to be anxious about. The anxiety is falling on us everywhere like snow in a blizzard. Both kids and adults feel it. Here are some good reasons to look again at Serving One Lord guided studies, designed for teens and young Christians of all ages.

1. IT’S A JUNGLE OUT THERE

Who hasn’t felt the sting of exclusion, taunting or worse at the hands of school bullies? A huge problem in all schools today, bullying can have lasting effects on children, even if the situation seems mild.

The Bible doesn’t gloss over the subject of bullying and the story of Hannah can inspire your child to recognize and handle tough situations differently. While there are many practical ways to deal with bullies – reporting to adults, authorities, etc. – there remains a need for an emotional healing that God wants to provide for those who seek him. A desperate prayer directed straight to the Almighty can change everything. Such prayer grows faith, builds trust, and bestows peace.

If you or someone you know suffers from bullying, you could check out Hannah Unhinged for a biblical approach that changed the course of history. Hannah’s cry for help in her “perfect storm” of problems found its way to God, who blessed her with a son, Samuel, who in turn became one of the greatest prophets in the history of Israel.fullsizeoutput_6029

2.  CHARACTER MATTERS IN RELATIONSHIPS

Our country is flooding with stories of “sexual misconduct” by men in high places. Somehow these men didn’t learn the basics of respect and trust in relationships.

Girls need to discern who can be trusted, and what qualities deserve attention. The character of a “Proverbs 31 Woman of Excellence” is very attractive to men of honor, and the love story of Ruth and Boaz is a perfect example.

Teens looking for a healthy relationship will enjoy the twists and turns of the love story from the book of Ruth. It has much to teach about blessings born of love, trust, and respect.

Ruth and Boaz: Woman of Excellence, Man of Honor looks closely at these two characters, one an outsider who learns hard work and faith from her bitter mother-in-law, and the other an older bachelor who recognizes the qualities that make a woman faithful and excellent. Together they show how godly relationships can develop in surprising ways. God is always working toward his children’s good.

3. THERE’S NO SHORTCUT TO LEADERSHIP WISDOM

Teenagers are naturally impatient. They want a chance to DO something, often leaping in when it might be better to watch and wait a while. Teenagers do well to look around for leaders they can learn from – maybe parents, youth leaders, teachers – and follow their examples.

Joshua spent many years as a close observer and assistant to one of the greatest leaders in history. For teens who are looking for leadership role models the life of Joshua is one of the best. The key to great leadership is a close relationship with God. Joshua learned this important wisdom from his mentor, Moses.

The Bible paints the character of Joshua first as a slave in Egypt, then as assistant to Moses, and later as a conquering leader in the Promised Land. In Joshua, Strong and Courageous, readers are led through the wilderness to see how great leaders develop through all kinds of circumstances. They will learn a lot about God’s character as well.

4. DEPRESSION IS REAL

Life can be very hard and sometimes our mistakes seem to dog us and keep us from becoming the people we are meant to be. Every year, especially at Christmas, some people fall victim to their own lack of hope and come dangerously close to self-destruction.

A close look at the life of Jesus through the experiences of Peter can help teens gain perspective about any mistakes that loom large. They will see that in spite of denying Jesus and losing faith, Peter came back to Jesus because he loved Him.

Then God raised Peter to a full life of “rock star” proportions as he told boldly the gospel story and healed many in the Name of Jesus. The Holy Spirit guided Peter all the rest of his life, and it was not an easy one.The life of discipleship is an antidote to depression. Knowing deep in your heart how much God loves you, no matter what, can keep a heart at peace.

5. THE BIBLE IS MORE RELEVANT THAN YOU OR YOUR TEEN MIGHT THINK

The Bible. It’s not really just a dusty old history book, nor is it a stuffy collection of do’s and don’ts. It contains stories of real people who, just like us, struggle to find God. Sometimes the stories show us what not to do, and sometimes they show us God’s amazing patience. The characters within the Bible are not that different from the characters in today’s news headlines. They are certainly not perfect, but some of them are excellent role models.

In the simple solid Bible study guides from Serving One Lord, you will dig into the scriptures and find lovable characters from whom you will learn something about God and godly ways. Try one today. Order from ServingOneLord.com using PayPal or a credit card. A study guide will be on its way to you in no time!

Ten Ways to Pay it Forward

As I read again Rich Stearns’ book, The Hole in Our Gospel, I am challenged to think intentionally about the poor living across the globe from my well-lit, well-watered, bountiful corner of the world.

This week at the conclusion of our small group discussion, I challenged the group to catalog at least ten blessings for which to be thankful, and beside each one to list an appropriate, proportional way to pay that gift forward. In this way we can decide to actually DO something, however small, toward helping the poor. We can’t claim ignorance any longer.

My attempt at this exercise, with explanatory notes, follows.

ONE.

First, I am grateful for my family. I have a supportive husband who shares my desire to help others as much as we can. I have three children and a son-in-law, who are all healthy and working out their purposes with many options in life.

To pay this gift forward, in a way, we sponsor four children in Swaziland, who are AIDS orphans. They find family only when they are helped by others, sometimes a grandmother, sometimes a kind care-giver. World Vision offers community and love and essential services. As sponsors, we can give special gifts to our sponsored children as if they were in our family. Sponsorship costs a little more than a dollar a day, something I can easily afford. And I can send messages to them by email. I will do this tomorrow.

TWO.

Second, I am grateful for food, especially here in New Orleans. I rarely miss a meal, and hunger is not something I fear. There is always enough food, and the food is delicious and of good quality.

This week at Rouse’s, my local grocery store, I saw pre-packaged brown bags containing food for a local food bank. I put one in my cart. It was a $10 bag of canned goods, and it only cost me $5. That’s a partnership I can’t pass up. I should do this more often, like maybe every time I go to the store, which is pretty often.IMG_6214

THREE.

Third, I am very thankful for books and Continue reading

Forgotten Passwords

Has this ever happened to you?  You go to log in on one of your many internet accounts, and as always, they ask you for a user name and a password.  Of course, you don’t remember either, but your computer types in your email for you, and you figure that’s a good guess.  Clicking on the blue words, “Forgot your password?” you are now assured that a link to set a new password is on the way to your emailbox.

After waiting a few minutes, which seems like an eternity, you get the link, and proceed to type in a new password.  I heard of one person who never types anything memorable, rather just randomly hits keyboard keys, and figures this is the most secure password ever.  He just does the reset thing every time he wants to access the account.

Anyway, after resetting the password, and again logging in, you receive a message that you do not have authority to access that account.  What???!!??? It’s my account.  I just changed the password.  I logged in using my email.

This was my dilemma with WordPress for about six months.  Sure, it was all my fault. But I had somehow erected a brick wall through which I couldn’t penetrate. I had to try to reach a help desk, discover that a different user name had been used to set up that account, and then reset the password…. Finally, I can return to this blog site you are reading now, and post this blog.  OK, I wrote it all down, and hope to REMEMBER where I wrote the user name and password so I can return here without further delay.

Just wondering, will we need a user name and password to get into heaven?  I hope not.  I seriously hope that someone there knows my name already, so even if Alzheimers has taken my brain and I can’t recall who I am, I will be let in.  As for the password, wouldn’t that be JESUS?  And wouldn’t everyone there have the same password?

Sometimes I think technology is great. Most of the time, actually. But sometimes I think it slows us down, encumbering us with unnecessary tasks, layers of pseudo-security, and distractions that decrease efficiency and focus.

I’m grateful for computers, for easy sharing of ideas with others, but more than that, I’m glad God knows far more than our feeble brains can think or imagine.  I may forget my passwords, but I can never forget how much God loves me and wants the best for me.

A Library Box of Blessings

“God works all things together for good.”

Yes he does.

Here is the latest example in my life. Over the past year I have heard a little bit about Debbie Macomber. I learned that she is a writer. And a Christian. And a friend of World Vision.

But that was about the end of it. Usually I feel a bit inferior when learning someone is a published author, since a writer is what I claim to be, though I have only been published once, a short meditation, through The Upper Room, and all my other work has been self-published. Real authors, I assume, will be kind, but inwardly will look down upon these meager accomplishments.

Then at World Vision’s annual conference, I met Adele, Debbie Macomber’s daughter. We were placed randomly (really?) in a small group together and I learned more about Debbie’s widely read novels. Adele mentioned that Debbie’s novels are especially loved by women in the Middle East. Both Debbie and her daughter are huge supporters of World Vision, and so are my husband and I. Adele expressed wonder and delight at the way God was using her mother’s work in the world. I became curious.

I had never picked up, or even looked up, the work of Debbie Macomber.

So it was startling to find one of her books staring back at me in a roadside library box less than two weeks later. It was actually my first time depositing books I had read in this take-one-if-you-want-one box. Realizing it was surely no accident, I brought home this perfect condition paperback by Debbie Macomber.

Then I read it. Though romance novels are not my usual reading fare, I was drawn into the story. Debbie has written over a hundred books, many in series, and the book I picked up is Silver Linings, part of the Cedar Cove series, which has become a Hallmark Channel television series. I found myself wondering why Middle Eastern women would enjoy these books.

I was about halfway through the book when a package arrived in the mail for me. Our World Vision representative, Robin Folkerts, had send me a birthday gift. It was a “Blessings Box,” a lovely collection of items put together by none other than Debbie Macomber.

fullsizeoutput_5753The Blessings Box contains a lovely contemplative journal, written by Debbie, along with some incidental items like a candle, jam, tea bags, recipes, a pen, stickers and a tote bag. A precious box of things to make you joyful, which is no coincidence, since Debbie’s word of the year is JOY.   I would be buying these same boxes for many of my friends if they were still available, but sadly the last one has been sold.

I finished the book and learned how Macomber makes her books so popular. She portrays characters who have honest feelings, who get angry, who forgive, who love deeply, who find loyalty and honor and humor and happiness. The book I read has a thread involving military deployment in Iraq, and relationships with Muslims there. I can see now why the women of the Middle East find Macomber’s books captivating.

Anyway, I love the way God weaves our experiences together for maximum impact. It turns out that Debbie Macomber donates $5 from each Blessings Box to World Vision Education efforts. And she is a spokesperson for World Vision’s Knit for Kids program.

I am awestruck by how God uses her talents to bless the world.

I wonder what he will show me next.

Was That Really Necessary?

jericho-tell-es-sultan-neolithic-tower-from-east-tb091504848jordan-river-aerial-from-west-tb010703748Reading Joshua 4  and 5 today, I wonder, like many Christians, at the utter destruction commanded by God when Joshua entered Jericho. Was this really necessary?

First, is it right for us to question the morality of ancient cultures in light of our own ethos? After all, our wars and genocides and abortion statistics might seem a bit inconsistent with our condemnation of the past. And though we condemn these current evils, are we taking the stand that will change them? It’s harder than we like to admit.

Second, is there a greater lesson here? Should we look beyond our own reaction to the “victory through destruction” actions? God has a way of speaking truth through historical parables. There is a lesson here about mercy, God’s mercy toward Rahab and her entire family. There is a lesson here about obedience on the part of the leader, Joshua. There is a lesson here about obedience of the people toward their godly leader. There is a lesson here about peace.

Let’s take those lessons one by one.

Mercy: If God had not believed Jericho needed to be destroyed, I think he would not have ordered it.

And notice how he skillfully spared both the advance spies and Rahab the harlot. God doesn’t really have to justify to us why the rest of the people had to be destroyed. Shouldn’t we trust him the way Abraham did when asked to sacrifice his own son? The way Peter did when asked to walk on water? The way the disciples did when he took one lunch to feed 5000? The way the priests did when stepping into the Jordan River at flood stage? So it may not make sense to us, but we aren’t God, so that’s not too surprising. And God more often than not was known to spare people deserving of death.

Obedience: These chapters are emphasizing obedience.

I went through and highlighted all the places where “The Lord said…” and then I highlighted “So Joshua did….” Then I noticed the next thing was “The people did…” Joshua had watched Moses as he listened and obeyed God for over 40 years. Joshua had seen how Moses was forbidden to enter the Promised Land. Was that fair? God had his ways, and Joshua learned it was best to trust and obey. He didn’t waver or parse God’s commands. He just did it the best way he knew.

Trusting your godly leaders: Whatever Joshua says, goes.

The people, at this point in the story, are paying attention to Joshua.  Later, when they decide to second-guess him, trouble ensues. It is all right to question your leaders if they are not listening to God. If they are, you will know it, not by what they tell you to do, but by how they are seeking God’s direction.

Peace: God wants us to see that when there is evil in our own heart, it is best to completely destroy it if we want peace.

If we think, “Oh the poor things, let’s let them live, but just keep them under control,” we think more highly of our ability than we ought. We figure we can just keep an eye on them and they won’t give us any trouble. I don’t know about you, but sin keeps rearing its tempting head when I let it.

The bottom line is we get into trouble when we think we know better than God.

Alternatively, when people follow the Lord’s commands, amazing things happen. I agree it is very hard and we tend to weigh these actions against our own version of godliness, but in the end, it may be to our own detriment and the slowing of God’s abundant blessings. Many things are difficult to overcome, but if God commands us, he will be with us.

Write it Now.

“Maybe I should write a book about my experiences in Mexico,” Kaye said with a twinkle in her eye.

We sat together at lunch on a sparkling summer day at Salty’s in Federal Way, Washington with the deep blue Puget Sound behind us. Kaye Kvam and I were reconnecting after more than thirty years, catching up on our children, families, interests, and livelihoods. Kaye had graduated from Stanford’s PA program in 1978 and then worked for thirty-five years as a Physician’s Assistant.

Her first job was in a rural Spanish-speaking clinic in Healdsburg, California, where her clients were vineyard migrant workers. She did a post-grad ER residency at the LA County USC Medical Center and stayed on to become the clinical director there. She worked over twenty years, until her recent retirement, in family practice in Washington State.

We laughed remembering hilarious moments from our college days, when we shared a small apartment in Davis, California. Her smile and laughter were two of the most delightful things about this old friend.

We had lost touch in the 1980s when, busy with children, husbands, and careers, we misplaced addresses and years went by.

Late in 2013, I found her while searching Facebook. It was only then I learned of her medical diagnosis: Kaye has ALS, or Lou Gehrig’s disease.

At lunch last summer, after telling her about my writing – self-published Bible Studies, devotionals, and the non-fiction book I was researching at the time – she casually mentioned she had always wanted to write her own book. I smiled and encouraged her, but really gave the idea very little thought at the time.

We finished a delicious meal and her husband Tom snapped a photo of the two of us. Kaye leaned on the railing and I put my arm around her. As we said goodbye in the parking lot, I tried to tell her how much I admired her attitude in her illness. She answered, “My life has been so full of blessings; this is just the biggest, juiciest blessing of them all.”

I could barely back my car out, my vision blurred by tears.

The next day I flew home to Pittsburgh. A long uninterrupted transcontinental flight is a wonderful place to think. For some reason, life seems clearer and plans come together for me at 30,000 feet. During that flight it occurred to me that I might assist Kaye in writing her book. I even discussed it with the stranger sitting beside me on the plane. The idea took on an unexpected moral imperative and before landing in Pittsburgh I resolved to ask her if we could do this together.

At home, I penned a long letter, thanking her for lunch and our satisfying visit. I offered to write her story or help her write it. I stressed this was a serious offer. I have other writing projects in progress, but I wanted to assure her that this would be of high priority with me. I begged her to consider it and then I waited.

Several weeks went by and finally she agreed. She had given it much thought, consulted her family, and decided that if it could help or inspire someone, it would be worth it.

Kaye was already using a walker and wore a neck brace to hold her head up. I knew almost nothing about ALS beyond the fact that it can move fast to snatch life from the most vivacious among us. I had poured ice water on my head the year before in the social media phenomenon known as the “ALS Ice Bucket Challenge.”   Lots of money was raised during that campaign, but there is still no cure.

It took the doctors quite a while to accurately diagnose the cause of her trunk weakness in August, 2013. Since that time, her ALS has progressed slowly, but as a medical professional she knows what is in store.

Kaye offered to dig out her dusty journals from her time in Mexico as a volunteer at a small clinic in the mountains. I had only known her after her return to UC Davis, when if anyone asked about her studies, she always answered with a smile: “I’m writing my own major.”

We set a time for a phone chat. I figured she could just tell me her stories and I could type them out on my laptop while listening. I would ask questions as we went along. We could edit and add literary flourishes later. So we began.

The program, “Project Piaxtla,” utilized interested college students and others to offer rudimentary medical treatments to poor communities in the Sierra Madre Mountains of Mexico. David Werner, a Stanford professor, had started the project in the 1960s. Kaye’s months in Mexico in 1974 had crystallized her desire to work in medicine as a way to help people in need. It had been a big step for a young woman not yet out of college to take the leap of faith and travel to the mountains of Mexico like she did.

At first, only the bare bones of her story came out. I asked lots of questions Kaye couldn’t answer. She couldn’t remember exactly what steps she had taken to prepare for this adventure. She struggled to remember names and places. She recounted only the stories documented in her humorous journal entries and letters home. But as days and weeks went by, Kaye was able to recall with great detail the days of preparation, her amazing travel stories, and her feelings along the way.

“I sometimes have to pinch myself awake from what seems like a vivid dream as I relive those exciting days,” she told me.

Soon Kaye was spending time each day writing out rich stories with her signature sense of humor. Her dear lifelong friend Nancy Crawford typed them out. We now exchange drafts by email and discuss changes by phone.

Kaye maintains a transcendent attitude toward her illness. I cannot imagine facing the inevitable prognosis with the unflinching grace she demonstrates daily. She will soon need a feeding tube, since her throat is constricting making it impossible to eat. Her vocal chords are atrophying so our phone conversations may soon be cut short. While her ability to get out and do other things has waned, her focus on this book has intensified in the few months we have been writing.

Working on these memoirs has given Kaye a sense of purpose despite her increasing physical limitations. She can lose herself in memories and share them with me and her friends and family as she recalls her experiences. If her goal in writing had been fame and fortune, she probably would have turned me down. But as a person whose whole life has been focused on helping others, Kaye finds real satisfaction in writing something that may sustain or inspire others. “Even if it is only for my son, I am glad to be writing this down,” she says.

As for me, it is a true honor and a pleasure to simply assist Kaye in this process. We are renewing and deepening our friendship. I am inspired by the faith and grace this wonderful woman displays. And together we are adding purpose to her days and giving hope to some yet unknown readers, perhaps inspiring them to live more fully in the present, to share what they can with the poor, or to prepare for a career in medicine. Knowing how to help a person with a terminal illness may be as simple as helping put memories on paper. Kaye’s story will outlive her struggle. Write it while you can.

 

Conversation With A 3-Year-Old

I had a delightful conversation with a three year old boy the other day.  We were interested in one another’s T-shirts.  My shirt says “puptown funk” and has a cute picture of a dog dressed up like Bruno Mars.  His mom told me the boy kinda wanted to sing Uptown Funk for me.  Then he got shy, at least about singing and dancing, but we started talking about his T-shirt.  It said, in big block letters, “Education is important, but skiing is importanter.”  I took that to mean he loved to ski, so I inquired.  Turns out he loves to ski, especially at Squaw Valley, where his mom has a condo.  We talked about the “magic carpet” that he uses at ski school to get up the hill.  I told him my kids learned to ski before magic carpets were available, instead needing to use the chairlift.  This little boy, Hap, knew all about chairlifts, too.

Then he asked me about my kids.  “Your kids are grown up?”  “Why?”

I said, “I don’t know!!! I tried to keep them little, I really did. But they grew up anyway.”

Why do they grow up?  That’s like asking why do trees grow tall?  Why does the sun rise in the east and set in the west?  Everything, even the natural order of things, is up for question when you are only three.

Mother’s Day was just a few days away, it made me think about the passage of time and the growing up of children.

Did I receive adorable Mother’s Day cards from my three children when they were small?  I certainly did.  Did I appreciate them? Enough?

Children love their mothers.  Then they grow up. Their lives become important and their post-college activities rarely require the involvement of mom.  I wouldn’t want them to jump in my lap now and give me a hand-colored card detailing why they love me… or would I?

The love between mothers and children is often assymetrical.  Either we love them too much or we love them too little.  Likewise, they might love us unconditionally or they might find us old-fashioned and out of touch.

Why did they have to grow up?  Because I needed to grow up as well.  My sense of family has grown since they left home.  I am thankful that each one has meaningful work and supportive friends.  I am more able now to see them for the unique persons they are.

I am grateful that I am a mother to three amazing young adults.  Their lives are their own, but they carry the imprint of our parenting, good or bad.  I loved those golden years when they were small, and I love these golden years as well.  But… why DID they have to grow up?IMG_8202