"You did not choose Me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit, and that your fruit should remain, that whatever you ask the Father in My name He may give you." (John 15:16)
VOICE-- Desiring God's Stamp of Approval
"How can we tell God is still leading us?"
My Rhumba was melting and my Italian chicken bread growing cold. I knew what Dad was about to say.
"How many applications do we need to continue with plans for VOICE*?"
'Twas the eve of our VOICE application deadline, and we were having the dreaded father - daughter, director - event coordinator talk. I had heard that exact same question in 2002, when he canceled because of post-9/11 terrorist threats and then in 2003, when SARS hit Taiwan. He wanted to put out the same fleece again-- asking God to confirm His will by giving us a certain number of applications. He wanted 32. I talked him down to 26 (for logistical purposes), yet I knew we only had 5 in hand. My mind reeled with the implications of canceling... again.
It was a refining moment... for VOICE and for me. Was the Lord testing my willingness to yield to His lordship or was He testing my faith?
On one hand, I knew that while I was event coordinator for VOICE, God was calling the shots. That is perhaps the trickiest aspect of my work-- relinquishing control again and again and again. No matter what I'm doing and how good it might be, Jesus is still Lord. He must have ultimate control.
On the other hand, I could not deny God's leading for VOICE up till that point. He had given us the support of IBLP's International Department. The King Car Education Foundation was advertising the conference across Taiwan. Rowan and Zach had prayed about (agonized over) and finally committed to helping us. Doug was already adapting his TESOL course to the ins and outs of our program. How could I possibly tell them that the God who led them to help with VOICE was now canceling?
Through the cloud of doubts surfaced a single question: Why not pray that God would confirm His will by bringing in 26 applications? Did I not believe He was able? And so I found myself crying out, "Lord, I want to see 26 applications. I want Your will, but my faith is small. Help Thou my unbelief!"
As my feeble prayer rose to Heaven, God continued the work He had begun. Student after student filled out and faxed in their application. Michelle received our staff invitation the day she asked God to confirm whether or not she should go to Africa for the summer. Guy after guy turned down our staff invitation, until we tracked down Anthony in Malaysia. He hadn't given Taiwan much thought until he joined us for VOICE... and now he's in Taiwan teaching English for a year.
And so it was, that when Dad arrived in Detroit, Michigan on Tuesday, July 27, with no more and no less than 26 people, we were absolutely certain it was God's will.
And there in God's will we found assurance and confidence to embark on our next great adventure.
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VOICE (Visualizing Opportunities in Character and English) was a month-long conference in Michigan. Conference participants included (1) ATI students taking TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) and interested in using it for missions, (2) English teachers from Taiwan, mostly unbelievers, also taking TESOL, and (3) high school and college-aged students from Taiwan, primarily from Christian families, receiving training in discipleship and English.
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"If God is for us, who can be against us?" (Romans 8:31)
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Soul Lemonade, No. 15
Taipei, Taiwan
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Sunday, September 26, 2004
Coping with the Adult Child Syndrome
"'Honor your father and mother,' which is the first commandment with promise: 'that it may go well with you and you may live long on the earth.'" (Ephesians 6:2-3)
Today I heard myself say, "Dad, I'm Twenty-EIGHT!"
I was half asking, half mentioning that I'd like to visit friends next weekend. I've been thinking about it for the past two weeks and finally finished schedule swapping at church to clear my weekend for the trip. Dad's response?
"You know we need to get ready for Character First-- promotion, English materials, CD, DVD..." He didn't need to remind me. I was painfully aware of all these deadlines-- comes with too much work, too little time, and too little help. As the conversation stepped up in intensity, I reacted to the fact that he felt he still needed to remind me... after nine years of working long hours to meet my deadlines. I wondered if he was using deadlines as an easy way to say no to his adult daughter. Did he realize that most 28-year olds don't even bother to ask their parents for permission to do things? I bit my tongue more than once. But the more I stewed, the faster the tears fell.
Then through the crossfire in my heart, a quiet voice asked, Could the Lord be trying to say something through my dad? Have I missed something despite all my thinking things out and praying? Is this God's will or is Karen just trying to get her way?
You see, it's not about what my parents say, it's about what the Lord is trying to say through my parents. It's not about what my parents do, it's about what the Lord is trying to do in my life through my parents. The more certain I become of God's will, the fewer conflicts I have with them.
And that is how I face life on the home front as an adult child.
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Soul Lemonade, No. 14
Taipei, Taiwan
Today I heard myself say, "Dad, I'm Twenty-EIGHT!"
I was half asking, half mentioning that I'd like to visit friends next weekend. I've been thinking about it for the past two weeks and finally finished schedule swapping at church to clear my weekend for the trip. Dad's response?
"You know we need to get ready for Character First-- promotion, English materials, CD, DVD..." He didn't need to remind me. I was painfully aware of all these deadlines-- comes with too much work, too little time, and too little help. As the conversation stepped up in intensity, I reacted to the fact that he felt he still needed to remind me... after nine years of working long hours to meet my deadlines. I wondered if he was using deadlines as an easy way to say no to his adult daughter. Did he realize that most 28-year olds don't even bother to ask their parents for permission to do things? I bit my tongue more than once. But the more I stewed, the faster the tears fell.
Then through the crossfire in my heart, a quiet voice asked, Could the Lord be trying to say something through my dad? Have I missed something despite all my thinking things out and praying? Is this God's will or is Karen just trying to get her way?
You see, it's not about what my parents say, it's about what the Lord is trying to say through my parents. It's not about what my parents do, it's about what the Lord is trying to do in my life through my parents. The more certain I become of God's will, the fewer conflicts I have with them.
And that is how I face life on the home front as an adult child.
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Soul Lemonade, No. 14
Taipei, Taiwan
Thursday, September 16, 2004
My Umbrella Escort
"Then He said to them, 'The harvest truly is great, but the laborers are few; therefore pray the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest.'" (Luke 10:2)
China, Part 2 (April 2004)
I stumbled out of the van, disoriented and bleary-eyed from my nap. Justin leaned over and muttered, "Shoot like crazy. We'll need all the photos we can get of this place."
I forced myself to follow, assembling the Nikon D100 and shaking the cobwebs of sleep from my mind. I wasn't sure where "this place" was or what I was supposed to shoot. All I saw were empty buildings and wooded property. How was I supposed to capture the essence of a place I neither knew nor understood?
A gentle spring rain began to fall, forcing me to juggle the camera, a camera bag, and a bright red square umbrella. It was awkward to say the least. Mr. Li, seeing my trouble, asked a young man in military fatigues to escort me.
My quiet escort followed me all over the property, ever careful to shield me as I shot buildings, doorways, fountains, walkways, and ponds. This was once a military compound. Chiang Kai Shek himself had lived and walked and taught here. It was once filled with soldiers who lived and died for China. Now the property was empty, save for a handful of students like my escort.
When I wasn't shooting, I asked him questions. He told me a little about his life-- here at the compound and also back at home in the mountains. His tribe had selected him and four other students, ages of 18-23, for a special education program headed up by Mr. Li to equip them with skills which they could use to help their tribes. This was his first time away from home.
His answers were polite, respectful, punctuated regularly by a shy smile. His face was soft, unhardened. There was a purity about him that moved me. I was talking to a boy, who had not (yet) been tainted or hardened by the world.
When preparing for this second trip to China, I was all too aware of my decision not to go to Pinghu. Still I wanted to see everything through the eyes of my Father. I wanted to gain more of His heart.
And so, even months later, I cannot shake the memory of a young man in military fatigues, tucked away in a forgotten corner of China-- on the brink of opportunity and eternity.
I hope we meet again.
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Soul Lemonade, No. 13
Taipei, Taiwan
China, Part 2 (April 2004)
I stumbled out of the van, disoriented and bleary-eyed from my nap. Justin leaned over and muttered, "Shoot like crazy. We'll need all the photos we can get of this place."
I forced myself to follow, assembling the Nikon D100 and shaking the cobwebs of sleep from my mind. I wasn't sure where "this place" was or what I was supposed to shoot. All I saw were empty buildings and wooded property. How was I supposed to capture the essence of a place I neither knew nor understood?
A gentle spring rain began to fall, forcing me to juggle the camera, a camera bag, and a bright red square umbrella. It was awkward to say the least. Mr. Li, seeing my trouble, asked a young man in military fatigues to escort me.
My quiet escort followed me all over the property, ever careful to shield me as I shot buildings, doorways, fountains, walkways, and ponds. This was once a military compound. Chiang Kai Shek himself had lived and walked and taught here. It was once filled with soldiers who lived and died for China. Now the property was empty, save for a handful of students like my escort.
When I wasn't shooting, I asked him questions. He told me a little about his life-- here at the compound and also back at home in the mountains. His tribe had selected him and four other students, ages of 18-23, for a special education program headed up by Mr. Li to equip them with skills which they could use to help their tribes. This was his first time away from home.
His answers were polite, respectful, punctuated regularly by a shy smile. His face was soft, unhardened. There was a purity about him that moved me. I was talking to a boy, who had not (yet) been tainted or hardened by the world.
When preparing for this second trip to China, I was all too aware of my decision not to go to Pinghu. Still I wanted to see everything through the eyes of my Father. I wanted to gain more of His heart.
And so, even months later, I cannot shake the memory of a young man in military fatigues, tucked away in a forgotten corner of China-- on the brink of opportunity and eternity.
I hope we meet again.
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Soul Lemonade, No. 13
Taipei, Taiwan
Monday, May 17, 2004
Ready to Go, Willing to Stay
"So Jesus answered and said, 'Assuredly, I say to you, there is no one who has left house or brothers or sisters or father or mother or wife or children or lands, for My sake and the gospel's, who shall not receive a hundredfold now in this time-- houses and brothers and sisters and mothers and children and lands, with persecutions-- and in the age to come, eternal life.'" (Mark 10:29-30)
China, Part 1
Back in February, I was offered a position at a school... in Pinghu, China.
I listened quietly, while Dr. Huang painted a verbal picture of the school, the position, the responsibilities, the perks. I kept silent, but my mind raced between the past and the future, resting in the present only to process what he was saying.
The offer turned my world upside down. What if God was calling me to go? Could I part with the things I love in Taiwan? Could I give up the ministry He's entrusted to me here? Could I bear the unknowns and pressures that may well come with this job? Could I say good-bye to my two homes-- and more importantly, to my family?
I thought and prayed and cried all weekend. Sunday morning, a verse in worship service startled me: "...Assuredly, I say to you, there is no one who has left house or brothers or sisters or father or mother or wife or children or lands, for My sake and the gospel's, who shall not receive a hundredfold now in this time..." (Mark 10:29-30) For His sake. I confess that, in our nine years of family ministry, I have wondered-- even longed-- to go off and live on my own... but for my sake. Would I be willing to give up everything I hold dear for His sake?
The Refiner's fire burned steadily yet mercifully, laying my heart bare before the eyes of my Heavenly Father. I sat down in Dad's office that afternoon, heart heavy and eyes brimming with tears. There I sobbed out my surrender to the Lord. If this offer was from Him, I was willing to follow Him-- alone-- into China.
It has been a long time since the Lord has asked me to die to something so definitely. And yet-- as He gave Isaac back to Abraham, so He gave my family and Taiwan back to me. Dad talked more with the leaders of the school and decided that this was not yet God’s time for me to go. I may go someday, but not today, not now. So why did He let me go through all that emotional trauma, if He knew I was just going to stay put? Perhaps because He is more concerned with my journey than He is with my destination. He cares more that I am willing than that I actually go. As my friend Andrea once shared, He wants to know that I am “ready to go, willing to stay.”
So stay I shall… for now.
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Soul Lemonade, No. 12
Taipei, Taiwan
China, Part 1
Back in February, I was offered a position at a school... in Pinghu, China.
I listened quietly, while Dr. Huang painted a verbal picture of the school, the position, the responsibilities, the perks. I kept silent, but my mind raced between the past and the future, resting in the present only to process what he was saying.
The offer turned my world upside down. What if God was calling me to go? Could I part with the things I love in Taiwan? Could I give up the ministry He's entrusted to me here? Could I bear the unknowns and pressures that may well come with this job? Could I say good-bye to my two homes-- and more importantly, to my family?
I thought and prayed and cried all weekend. Sunday morning, a verse in worship service startled me: "...Assuredly, I say to you, there is no one who has left house or brothers or sisters or father or mother or wife or children or lands, for My sake and the gospel's, who shall not receive a hundredfold now in this time..." (Mark 10:29-30) For His sake. I confess that, in our nine years of family ministry, I have wondered-- even longed-- to go off and live on my own... but for my sake. Would I be willing to give up everything I hold dear for His sake?
The Refiner's fire burned steadily yet mercifully, laying my heart bare before the eyes of my Heavenly Father. I sat down in Dad's office that afternoon, heart heavy and eyes brimming with tears. There I sobbed out my surrender to the Lord. If this offer was from Him, I was willing to follow Him-- alone-- into China.
It has been a long time since the Lord has asked me to die to something so definitely. And yet-- as He gave Isaac back to Abraham, so He gave my family and Taiwan back to me. Dad talked more with the leaders of the school and decided that this was not yet God’s time for me to go. I may go someday, but not today, not now. So why did He let me go through all that emotional trauma, if He knew I was just going to stay put? Perhaps because He is more concerned with my journey than He is with my destination. He cares more that I am willing than that I actually go. As my friend Andrea once shared, He wants to know that I am “ready to go, willing to stay.”
So stay I shall… for now.
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Soul Lemonade, No. 12
Taipei, Taiwan
Saturday, March 27, 2004
Don't Know Much About History... but here's what I DO know
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for You are with me..." (Psalm 23:4)
If I have children one day...
...I would tell them how, on the afternoon of March 19, 2004, Tim burst through the office door to say that President Chen had been injured by a firecracker. We later learned that it was not a firecracker, but a gunshot wound. "Assassination attempt..." screamed headlines. The government declared a national security alert.
I would tell them how, on the morning of March 20, my 93-year old Wai Gong donned his vest of many pockets, picked up his walking stick, and headed out the door to cast his vote for Ticket #2-- Lien Chan and James Soong. Why? Simple-- he knew Lien Chan's father.
I would tell them how curiosity drove me to visit the polls that afternoon. I joined a small crowd in the garage of Hsin-Yi Friendship Presbyterian and watched election volunteers reach into the ballot box and announce each vote. I would tell them how the crowd erupted, when one volunteer reader accidentally credited a vote to the wrong ticket. "How can this vote be accurate with mistakes like that?!?" The air was thick with tension.
I would tell them how all of Taiwan was glued to the television that evening-- at home, on the street, in restaurants and shops-- each person willing the number of votes for their candidate to rise. The race was nail-bitingly close.
I would tell them how President Chen and Vice President Lu won by an "hairbreadth margin" of 0.2% (~30,000 votes), how over 300,000 ballots were ruled invalid, and how the national security alert kept the military from voting. I would tell them how we listened to Candidate Lien's concession speech and how several thousand KMT supporters sat in front of the Presidential Palace for the next few days, demanding a recount.
I would tell them how politics dominated meal time conversation around the country-- even in our ABC home. Hushed rumors developed into bold questions and then outright accusations.
I would tell them how this election divided Taiwan-- and not just party against party. The division created rifts in businesses, schools, communities, churches, and even families.
If I remember all these details, I will tell them to my children and-- if I'm around long enough-- to their children. Most importantly, however, I will tell them how I had a choice to wait out the election in America. I chose to return, because I believe that my God is still in control. I believe that He is scripting His story despite the personal prejudices, mistakes, plots, and ignorance of man.
The morning of March 21, I led the choir in singing "Psalm 23." The song verbalized my reasons for coming back. The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. I will follow Him through green pastures, beside still waters, and even into the valley of the shadow of death. I will fear no evil, for my Shepherd is with me. He will never leave me nor forsake me.
And that is what I'd want my children to know most of all.
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"And seek the peace of the city where I have caused you to be carried away captive, and pray to the LORD for it; for in its peace you will have peace." (Jeremiah 29:7)
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Photo Journal
What my Canon IXUS would tell you about the March 20 elections...
I wandered around for awhile (trying to look inconspicuous) before I found this back classroom at Ku-Ting Elementary. While a police officer watched from the doorway, two volunteer workers took turns holding up the next ballot and announcing each vote: "Number 1, 1 vote... Number 1, 1 vote... Number 2, 1 vote..."
Meanwhile, two other volunteer workers echoed each vote verbally and then marked the vote on the official tally chart.
Ballots were then sorted into three piles: Ticket #1, Ticket #2, and Invalid (ballots that were purposefully misstamped to protest both tickets).
Those who were not watching the count live gathered around the nearest television to watch the election results pour in from around the country.
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Soul Lemonade, No. 11
Taipei, Taiwan
If I have children one day...
...I would tell them how, on the afternoon of March 19, 2004, Tim burst through the office door to say that President Chen had been injured by a firecracker. We later learned that it was not a firecracker, but a gunshot wound. "Assassination attempt..." screamed headlines. The government declared a national security alert.
I would tell them how, on the morning of March 20, my 93-year old Wai Gong donned his vest of many pockets, picked up his walking stick, and headed out the door to cast his vote for Ticket #2-- Lien Chan and James Soong. Why? Simple-- he knew Lien Chan's father.
I would tell them how curiosity drove me to visit the polls that afternoon. I joined a small crowd in the garage of Hsin-Yi Friendship Presbyterian and watched election volunteers reach into the ballot box and announce each vote. I would tell them how the crowd erupted, when one volunteer reader accidentally credited a vote to the wrong ticket. "How can this vote be accurate with mistakes like that?!?" The air was thick with tension.
I would tell them how all of Taiwan was glued to the television that evening-- at home, on the street, in restaurants and shops-- each person willing the number of votes for their candidate to rise. The race was nail-bitingly close.
I would tell them how President Chen and Vice President Lu won by an "hairbreadth margin" of 0.2% (~30,000 votes), how over 300,000 ballots were ruled invalid, and how the national security alert kept the military from voting. I would tell them how we listened to Candidate Lien's concession speech and how several thousand KMT supporters sat in front of the Presidential Palace for the next few days, demanding a recount.
I would tell them how politics dominated meal time conversation around the country-- even in our ABC home. Hushed rumors developed into bold questions and then outright accusations.
I would tell them how this election divided Taiwan-- and not just party against party. The division created rifts in businesses, schools, communities, churches, and even families.
If I remember all these details, I will tell them to my children and-- if I'm around long enough-- to their children. Most importantly, however, I will tell them how I had a choice to wait out the election in America. I chose to return, because I believe that my God is still in control. I believe that He is scripting His story despite the personal prejudices, mistakes, plots, and ignorance of man.
The morning of March 21, I led the choir in singing "Psalm 23." The song verbalized my reasons for coming back. The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. I will follow Him through green pastures, beside still waters, and even into the valley of the shadow of death. I will fear no evil, for my Shepherd is with me. He will never leave me nor forsake me.
And that is what I'd want my children to know most of all.
______________________________
"And seek the peace of the city where I have caused you to be carried away captive, and pray to the LORD for it; for in its peace you will have peace." (Jeremiah 29:7)
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Photo Journal
What my Canon IXUS would tell you about the March 20 elections...
I wandered around for awhile (trying to look inconspicuous) before I found this back classroom at Ku-Ting Elementary. While a police officer watched from the doorway, two volunteer workers took turns holding up the next ballot and announcing each vote: "Number 1, 1 vote... Number 1, 1 vote... Number 2, 1 vote..."
Meanwhile, two other volunteer workers echoed each vote verbally and then marked the vote on the official tally chart.
Ballots were then sorted into three piles: Ticket #1, Ticket #2, and Invalid (ballots that were purposefully misstamped to protest both tickets).
Those who were not watching the count live gathered around the nearest television to watch the election results pour in from around the country.______________________________
Soul Lemonade, No. 11
Taipei, Taiwan
Saturday, February 14, 2004
I Can't Be Your Valentine
"May He remember all your offerings, and accept your burnt sacrifice. Selah. May He grant you according to your heart's desire, and fulfill all your purpose." (Psalm 20:3-4)
Confession: Three years ago, someone asked my father for permission to court me. For various reasons (which I will explain later), I never gave him a definite answer. In December, I received the dreaded phone call: I had one day to decide what I had allowed to sit on the back burner for three years-- was I going to give this courtship a chance?
How does a girl decide the rest of her life in just 24 hours? How does she know if her concept of love and marriage is shaped by God's Word or merely the influence and experiences of others? How does she know if what she wants is God's will or her own-- or if the two might be the same?
My mind reeled with these questions and more as I considered why I'd say yes and why I hadn't said yes, why I'd say no and why I hadn't said no. I talked to my family and a few close friends. Most importantly, however, I brought the matter before my Heavenly Father. If this was a match made in heaven, I had to know for sure; and only He could show me.
Long story short, I had several reasons for saying no, but I had one reason for not saying no-- and that is what sealed my decision. That night, the Holy Spirit sifted through my questions and brought me face to face with the ugly truth: I had hung onto this possible courtship for fear of never receiving a "better offer" (yes, thank you, Jane Austen, for likening marriage to a rare business opportunity). In saying no, I had to reconcile myself to the possibility of staying single for the rest of my life. Could I be content with that? Could I surrender my marriage to the Lord as a "burnt sacrifice"?
In the darkness of that night, my spiritual commitment to wait for God's best took on flesh and bones. If I was going to trust God to give me His best, I could not hold on to anything less. Yes, the world oft times reminds me that the pool of good men is shrinking. I believe, however, that if someone was not intended for me (no matter how good he may be), my "prospects" were not shrinking but narrowing. If the Lord scripted marriage for my life, I can be certain that He is bringing us closer day by day... whether I know him now or not.
And so, my friends, I have found peace in saying no. I'll continue this journey of Singleness as long as it is God's best for me. And as long as it's His plan for you, you will never be alone.
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"But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble." (Matthew 6:33-34)
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Soul Lemonade, No. 10
Taipei, Taiwan
Confession: Three years ago, someone asked my father for permission to court me. For various reasons (which I will explain later), I never gave him a definite answer. In December, I received the dreaded phone call: I had one day to decide what I had allowed to sit on the back burner for three years-- was I going to give this courtship a chance?
How does a girl decide the rest of her life in just 24 hours? How does she know if her concept of love and marriage is shaped by God's Word or merely the influence and experiences of others? How does she know if what she wants is God's will or her own-- or if the two might be the same?
My mind reeled with these questions and more as I considered why I'd say yes and why I hadn't said yes, why I'd say no and why I hadn't said no. I talked to my family and a few close friends. Most importantly, however, I brought the matter before my Heavenly Father. If this was a match made in heaven, I had to know for sure; and only He could show me.
Long story short, I had several reasons for saying no, but I had one reason for not saying no-- and that is what sealed my decision. That night, the Holy Spirit sifted through my questions and brought me face to face with the ugly truth: I had hung onto this possible courtship for fear of never receiving a "better offer" (yes, thank you, Jane Austen, for likening marriage to a rare business opportunity). In saying no, I had to reconcile myself to the possibility of staying single for the rest of my life. Could I be content with that? Could I surrender my marriage to the Lord as a "burnt sacrifice"?
In the darkness of that night, my spiritual commitment to wait for God's best took on flesh and bones. If I was going to trust God to give me His best, I could not hold on to anything less. Yes, the world oft times reminds me that the pool of good men is shrinking. I believe, however, that if someone was not intended for me (no matter how good he may be), my "prospects" were not shrinking but narrowing. If the Lord scripted marriage for my life, I can be certain that He is bringing us closer day by day... whether I know him now or not.
And so, my friends, I have found peace in saying no. I'll continue this journey of Singleness as long as it is God's best for me. And as long as it's His plan for you, you will never be alone.
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"But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble." (Matthew 6:33-34)
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Soul Lemonade, No. 10
Taipei, Taiwan
Sunday, January 11, 2004
Return to Jerusalem
"For who has known the mind of the LORD? Or who has become His counselor?" (Romans 11:34)
Have you ever had the nagging feeling that perhaps somewhere you misunderstood God's will and made a choice that forever altered the life you could have had? If only I had studied at _________ University (or in my case, gone to university period), I could be _________. Or if only I tried _________, I could be _________. Or if only I had _________, I could be married...
I confess that I have occasionally wondered where the life I'm living will take me. In ten years, will I be sitting at the same desk, working for the same boss, and doing the same thing while the rest of my family and peers have "moved on with life"?
I found myself asking the same question about Paul as I waded through the book of Acts this past month. I wondered why he chose to go to Jerusalem, when the Lord sent so many brothers and sisters to warn him of certain imprisonment. I wondered if he appealed to Caesar too rashly, especially when Agrippa turned to Festus and said, "This man might have been set free if he had not appealed to Caesar" (Acts 26:32). Did Paul miss a turn somewhere? What would his life had been like if he had NOT returned to Jerusalem?
I don't know the answer to that last question, but the more I read, the more certain I became that Paul was in the center of God's will when he took that last journey to Jerusalem and when he appealed to Caesar. The night after his first trial in Jerusalem, the Lord assured him, "Be of good cheer, Paul; for as you have testified for Me in Jerusalem, so you must also bear witness at Rome" (Acts 23:11). Luke concluded the book beautifully as he described Paul's imprisonment in Rome: "Then Paul dwelt two whole years in his own rented house, and received all who came to him, preaching the kingdom of God and teaching the things which concern the Lord Jesus Christ with all confidence, no one forbidding him" (Acts 28:30-31, emphasis mine). Whereas Paul once had freedom to travel from city to city preaching the Gospel, imprisonment offered him what freedom could not-- a hearing with the rulers of the Roman Empire and protection from the persecution that dogged his steps in the early years of his ministry. What an amazing Savior we have that would send Paul to the most unreachable hearts in the Roman Empire! What a wise God we serve to provide Paul with a place to "settle down" and pen some of his greatest epistles, which have supplied "food for thought" to generations of believers. "Oh the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments and His ways past finding out!" (Romans 11:33)
No one would have chosen imprisonment for Paul, but I suspect that if he had to choose all over again, he would set his face toward Jerusalem like a flint. God may not have called me to Jerusalem at this point in my life, but obeying Him in the little things of ordinary life is just as much a part of His will as Paul's return to Jerusalem.
So Lord, keep me in the center of Your will from day to day. Let nothing sway me from obedience. And let there be no regrets.
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Soul Lemonade, No. 9
Taipei, Taiwan
Have you ever had the nagging feeling that perhaps somewhere you misunderstood God's will and made a choice that forever altered the life you could have had? If only I had studied at _________ University (or in my case, gone to university period), I could be _________. Or if only I tried _________, I could be _________. Or if only I had _________, I could be married...
I confess that I have occasionally wondered where the life I'm living will take me. In ten years, will I be sitting at the same desk, working for the same boss, and doing the same thing while the rest of my family and peers have "moved on with life"?
I found myself asking the same question about Paul as I waded through the book of Acts this past month. I wondered why he chose to go to Jerusalem, when the Lord sent so many brothers and sisters to warn him of certain imprisonment. I wondered if he appealed to Caesar too rashly, especially when Agrippa turned to Festus and said, "This man might have been set free if he had not appealed to Caesar" (Acts 26:32). Did Paul miss a turn somewhere? What would his life had been like if he had NOT returned to Jerusalem?
I don't know the answer to that last question, but the more I read, the more certain I became that Paul was in the center of God's will when he took that last journey to Jerusalem and when he appealed to Caesar. The night after his first trial in Jerusalem, the Lord assured him, "Be of good cheer, Paul; for as you have testified for Me in Jerusalem, so you must also bear witness at Rome" (Acts 23:11). Luke concluded the book beautifully as he described Paul's imprisonment in Rome: "Then Paul dwelt two whole years in his own rented house, and received all who came to him, preaching the kingdom of God and teaching the things which concern the Lord Jesus Christ with all confidence, no one forbidding him" (Acts 28:30-31, emphasis mine). Whereas Paul once had freedom to travel from city to city preaching the Gospel, imprisonment offered him what freedom could not-- a hearing with the rulers of the Roman Empire and protection from the persecution that dogged his steps in the early years of his ministry. What an amazing Savior we have that would send Paul to the most unreachable hearts in the Roman Empire! What a wise God we serve to provide Paul with a place to "settle down" and pen some of his greatest epistles, which have supplied "food for thought" to generations of believers. "Oh the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments and His ways past finding out!" (Romans 11:33)
No one would have chosen imprisonment for Paul, but I suspect that if he had to choose all over again, he would set his face toward Jerusalem like a flint. God may not have called me to Jerusalem at this point in my life, but obeying Him in the little things of ordinary life is just as much a part of His will as Paul's return to Jerusalem.
So Lord, keep me in the center of Your will from day to day. Let nothing sway me from obedience. And let there be no regrets.
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Soul Lemonade, No. 9
Taipei, Taiwan
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