Today’s Samaritans

Adding this post to my collection of “Life in the Paradox” posts.

Each year we have opened our home to friends for Thanksgiving and this year I didn’t think we would be able to. Our home is filled with packed boxes and things are just totally out of place. Our best dishes are all packed, all the serving plates, and even the special utensils are all in boxes. We picked up some cute extra large Thanksgiving paper plates and planned to get a small precooked meal from the market.

I have a lovely pagan friend who has been incredibly supportive. Every box in this house has been given to me by her, she has ‘walked’ with me through some painful discussions about our past cult life. She mentioned that she and her husband would be having a quiet Thanksgiving alone and I excitedly invited her over. “If you don’t mind paper plates for the holiday?” I am thrilled that she accepted the invitation.

Yesterday, as my husband was putting our roof on…the inspections lady just so happen to be driving by…”you have a permit for that?”

ugh!

I don’t want this to turn into an anti-government rant, but why the heck do we need to pay the government for their permission to fix our own home?

Needless to say, she halted us immediately. The whole thing needs to be removed…inspected, and start all over. All that money..down the drain. It’s all trashed now and the rains are coming.

Hubby needs to drive 2 hours to get the permit. Well, there goes my plans to have that precooked meal.

Sigh*

And of course, the offices are closed for the holiday and we have to wait until next week.

I felt very discouraged. I wanted to break down and cry.

We have been doing everything we can just to be able to get this house ready to sell, our fridge is becoming more bare by the day, and we even stopped some of our luxuries like Netflix and my Melaleuca membership. We’re doing all we can to save up to move.

Now I have friends coming for Thanksgiving and no meal to provide.

The phone rings and as much as I hate to answer the phone when I’m in the middle of a meltdown, I answer…”Can you pick up the donations for the ministry today?”

As if I really want to face the store clerk with tears in my eyes? Sigh** Reluctantly, I agreed to do the pick up. I bite back the emotional meltdown and go in to pick up the ‘day old’ food being donated to the ministry.

I loaded the van up with the boxes and drove to the drop off. “If there’s anything in there you’d like to grab, go ahead.”

Choking back the gulp that was coming forth, I peeked into the boxes…

potatoes

cranberries

onions

bread

mandarin oranges

My daughter was with me and she giggled out, “mom, we can make our own stuffing with this bread and onions…we have celery and raisins already at home. We can make our own cranberry relish…and mashed potatoes.”

She was so positive that we could make it work. But what about the turkey?

She’s been saving some money to move out on her own at some point after the move and she says, “I could buy the turkey this year.”

This 19 year old compassionate women isn’t a little girl anymore. I didn’t want her to give up her money so I decided to go look in all stash spots to see if I had anything to contribute. I thought I had saved a few dollars last week and upon looking in that stash I unfolded what I thought were 4 one dollar bills…in the center was a $20 and a $10.

Biting back more tears we rushed to Safeway to get a turkey…only to be devastated by the price tag…$60. Seriously? a $60 turkey?

Forget it!

There’s one more store to check…and off we went.

Walking through the next store with anxiety and thoughts on settling for the red meat I had in my freezer….we approached the poultry section of the store…fresh turkeys… $20! Score!

We were both giddy with laughter and gratitude.

We would have Thanksgiving after all.

But do you know what we are more excited about than turkey? To be able to have pagan friends joining us to give thanks for friendship and for the Divine intervention we all have in our lives.

Prayer at the table this year will be diverse, but it’s the love and grace we have in our friendship that will shine in our hearts.

Some might insist that I use this day as an opportunity to shine Jesus to my pagan friends…but what those folks don’t understand is that my pagan friends have shone Christ to me this year.

This paradoxical Kingdom life brought Christ’s love to me through pagans. Sometimes it’s not a professing Christian that touches the hearts of others…sometimes it’s the Christ reaching out to a Christ follower…from a pagan.

This summer brought my family the gift of friendship in the pagan community. Love revealed itself to us with hugs during tear filled moments of pain brought on by the Christian cult we left. Hospitality embraced us in the donation of boxes to help us move. Grace was given to us in so many ways and in such unconventional ways…and through our new found friendships our own faith in Christ was supported and not rejected.

These pagan friends showed us how to be better Christians.

We were weary, ‘beaten’, left to ‘die’ on our own and they were the Good Samaritans in our story.

Love your neighbor as yourselves.

You might entertain angels, unaware.

And so with gratitude I make additions to my list..

Grace..it comes in a variety of ways.

Christ..he reveals himself through angels, a donkey, in dark valleys, and even through pagans.

Love…true love that is…it’s unconditional.

Coffee..it’ll be our ‘communion’ drink this Thanksgiving.

Birch trees…I’ll tell you about this one later…it’s a symbol of New Beginnings…and we believe we have that now.

Happy Thanksgiving my dears and I leave you with this thought provoking concept…

Maybe Jesus is still in the ministry of revealing who our ‘neighbor’ really is…through the Samaritans of today.

I believe he does.

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The Narrow Way is not for the Weak

At times when disagreements turn awfully sour, it doesn’t make any more sense to continue to try and sort out the issues. Sometimes things become distorted during emotional highs and lows and our thinking becomes muddy. Even with a moderator, it can look like it’s a never ending battle of who is right or wrong and at times like that it  just might be best to surrender to God and let it all go to him.

Walk away.

Walking away can be incredibly difficult, but may very well be the only way to let things fizzle out so everyone involved can have time to reflect and move on in other areas of their lives. This doesn’t mean the issues will be resolved, but sometimes a bit of space and time to become more clear headed can help resolve some issues down the road.

But in the mean time…. depart in peace.

Let each other know that they are loved.

That even in disagreement, departing in peace and love can be done.

Because when it all comes down to it, being right or wrong isn’t the goal in Christ…it’s grace.

Finding grace, seeking mercy, and allowing ourselves to forgive is empowering to enter into the abundance of life.

It’s certainly not the easy way, in fact.. Jesus said it was a narrow way and few will find it.

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Trying to insist upon who is right and who is wrong steals all our energy and slaughters our joy.

Why not give our energy to hope?

Departing is never the easy way out. It’s much more difficult to walk away, because it requires faith.

Walking by faith that the disruption will cease and that God will work in the hearts of all involved is never easy nor is it the way of a weakling. It’s the narrow path that is traveled by the strong. It’s a paradox.

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Life in the Paradox

Lets face it ladies, Jesus got his hands dirty…and his feet, but that might be because they didn’t have cotton socks and Nike’s back then. Mary saw the dirty feet of Jesus differently than we might think.

There’s something very unique about Jesus that I have been getting to know more each day. He didn’t make people feel like they were guinea pigs for his ‘discipleship ministry’.

He never spoke to them, or about them, as if they were his latest ‘soul winning project’.

He called them friends.

He didn’t tear them down to shreds, push their hearts into the dirt, or belittle them publicly.

He embraced them.

My husband and I have been in the ‘rescue ministry’ for over a decade now. In fact, we’re approaching 20 years in ministry.

We were at Costco about a month ago when his parents were in town. A man approached us and gave my husband a huge bear hug, shook his hand rapidly, smiled huge and said, “Scott! Do you remember me??? You helped me so much! I miss you!”

This is a man who came to the in-home rescue program we once worked at.

He wasn’t embarrassed to approach us. He remembered us and was thrilled to see us.

After a sweet conversation and swap of phone numbers he departed with another huge bear hug and I stood there with tears streaming down my face.

We were so honored and deeply touched that this man considers us friends… not ‘certified counselors’. Not that being a certified counselor is a bad thing. I’m just meaning that he didn’t view us as some stuffy, nose up in the air, office people who have some kind of check list of how many people we spoke to about Jesus.

We have always interacted with people we serve, as friends. We are not in ministry to have people serve us, we are to serve them and through ministry we have made and built some very special friendships.

But some folks might see our day to day ministering and think we are getting “too dirty” or even venturing down a “slippery slope”.

I would imagine the Pharisees and their followers thought the same thing about Jesus.

You know… with all those sinners and gluttons he spent so much time with and lets not forget about those filthy fishermen. {sarcasm}

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But Jesus never made them to feel dirty. He didn’t condemn them.

He welcomed them without “getting dirty”.

A lot of times we tend to worry about what others might think if they see us interacting with “you know who” in the community. We fret about being seen leaving a comment on “her” blog. Maybe our thinking has become too introverted to be ‘little Christ’s’ to the world.

Maggie mentioned something to me on Twitter the other day about our communication being a miracle. I had to think about that. She elbaorated a bit for me when she explained that  ”how vastly different we all are: upbringing, traits, learning styles, life experiences”.. that coming to understand one another is a miracle. I see what she means.

Just look at how many times people in the bible were confused about what Jesus was saying. Some folks got it, some didn’t. So why was that? He mentioned something paradoxical about how his message was only for those with ‘ears to hear’. I started thinking about this and looking back on our own experience in rescue ministry and it dawned on me that Jesus also had ‘ears to hear’.

Lets look at the definition for paradox:

a statement or proposition that seems self-contradictory or absurd but in reality expresses a possible truth.

Ann Voskamp calls it the ‘upside down kingdom’.

Ministering to some people requires ears to hear…to hear their hearts. Discovering how to relate to people in some lifestyles calls for a paradoxical type of thinking and speaking. It’s totally out of the norm.

What I say to someone on the streets who is on drugs may not sound like the ‘right words’ to a church member who is listening in on the conversation. I have to speak in terms the addict will understand. As a matter of fact, the church member might be offended at the conversation because they have not been appointed to this task. Unless you have gone to a third world country to live among the missions there, you may not understand why they run their ministries the way they do. But you trust them to share the Gospel, because you know they went through training to be a missionary to that specific country.

Would you approach that missionary on the country road near the villages and reprimand them for not ‘presenting the Gospel correctly’? That would be like a kindergartner telling a college professor how to teach physics. No offense my friends.

Some ministries require more discernment and experience. Not only do people on the listening end need to have ‘ears to hear’… (and that is the job of the Holy Spirit to tend to), but we also need to have ‘ears to hear’ to be able to understand the hearts of the people and which words strung together make sense to them.

But what if those words strung together that they do understand…causes other Christians to accuse you of being on that slippery slope? Now you’re put in a position of fretting about their walk, your walk, and the life of the one God called you to love.

So how does one do that which they are anointed to do and keep all these plates balanced and spinning?

How do we minister to our kids, neighbors, folks in your city, people in your church, and online?

How can Christians be among the ‘filthy’ without sliding down the slippery slope?

If our hearts are not in tune with the Spirit, walking by faith, then these kinds of questions will dominate and cloud our thinking. We need to have our thinking renewed to be able to enter into the path that he is calling us to. We need to think outside the box and enter the realm of the paradox and start with having ears to hear.

Will you join me in the upcoming weeks as I share the steps I’ve taken into life in the paradox? Walk with me as I share how dirty feet are seen as beautiful.

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