Friday, February 22, 2013

God in Small Things


Have you ever gone on a God Hunt? A God Hunt begins when you teach yourself to look for God’s hand at work in the everyday occurrences of your life. Here’s one of my personal God Hunt Sightings:


This week Karen is in the Dominican Republic directing a film shoot for Medical Ambassadors International. She would appreciate your prayers as you read these blogs. Filming in another country, on a low budget and without knowing the language can be tricky indeed. Shoot crews are well aware of their need for God’s help. Thank you.

In small things do we see His hand. I need to fly into the Dominican Republic, go through immigration and pick up my baggage. I am scheduled to arrive at 8:40 in Santiago and will probably complete all the arrival complications by 9:30. Then I am supposed to make my way to the curb, through a crowd of milling Dominicans who are waiting for family and friends, find a taxi, ride off into the approaching midnight with this cabbie stranger and direct him to the hotel without my knowing a modicum of Spanish beyond “Ola!” and “¿Cuál es su nombre?” (“What is your name?”)

Today, however, five days before I am supposed to depart, I was working up a day schedule for the shoot. When I entered the arrival times of the crew, of myself or of the principles, I realized I was scheduled to arrive in Santiago about the same time as the videographer and the sound man.

“Is there any possibility that we will be arriving on the same plane?” I shot off in an e-mail inquiry. Sure enough, the two film guys and I are scheduled to fly out of Miami on the same flight.

I praise God for His manifold loving provisions, for His care. Today (I am writing on Ash Wednesday), the Scripture read in the liturgy this morning reminded me:

The people: We beseech Thee to hear us, good Lord.
The liturgist: That it may please Thee to inspire us, in our several callings, to do the work which thou givest us to do with singleness of heart as Thy servants, and for the common good.
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The people: We beseech Thee to hear us, good Lord.
The liturgist: That it may please Thee to preserve all who are in danger by reason of their labor or their travel.



Male companions in a taxi for a night ride is a small thing, but I am not so small before the Lord that I am not worthy enough to be a recipient of His loving care.


I spy God!

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Tap-Dancing During Worship


Dick Ryan, the director of InterVarsity’s outreach to art students on campuses across the country, arranged for me to be part of the team that seeks to encourage professionals in art-related fields to mentor these young and eager creators. So the last week of January, after traveling in Mexico and then going on with my husband to visit sites for a film shoot in the Dominican Republic, I arrived at Armerding Hall on the campus of Wheaton College, with an active allergy that had been blasted into my system by the pollen, smog, car emissions, etc. that settles in the valley where the city of Santiago rests and doesn’t go away.

It was a wonderful day, and the lectures, conversations with other professional mentors, as well as exchanges with the art students, reminded me how little of this I have right now and how much I miss and need it. I also spent eight years of my life serving on the InterVarsity Christian Fellowship board of directors, where I learned to know and love many of the IV campus staff. How wonderful to be interacting again, even briefly, with these young adults who’ve given up careers that could have been much more profitable financially in order to dialogue with and introduce Christ to the students in our country’s university systems.

At the end of the day, we were led in worship by a young man who played the harp. I have actually never seen this before—praise and worship music backed by harp music. He explained that all were welcome to bring their art discipline into the worship experience. Papers had been hung on the walls for those who chose to paint or draw. Musicians were invited to bring their instruments or voice to the platform and join in. “And if you dance, please feel free to dance in the aisles or up here with me.”

It took a little while for the arts students in the audience to warm up to the idea, but eventually some began working on the papers on the walls, a young woman took her violin from its case, and in time many of us were content to sit in our seats and join in the worship in our own way.

This whole Saturday, due to my very active allergy, I went through the schedule with a box of tissues in one hand and a pocketful of cough drops. As much as I enjoyed the day and luxuriated in the company of people with similar passions, I really needed to get home, dose myself with Nyquil and go to bed.

I noticed a young woman quietly dancing in a doorway. I could see her out of the corner of my eye, but she was hidden from most of the rest of the audience. Suddenly, a tall young black man stepped onto the stage and started to tap dance out his artistic discipline, turning it into worship. We all were electrified. He was beautiful; his movement was exquisite and holy. He had brought his tap shoes in case this opportunity presented itself.

The day ended with a prayer of blessing given by Michael Wilder, the Dean of the Music and Art Conservatory at Wheaton College, and then another prayer by myself.

Oh Lord,
Help these people to be true;
True to the vision of what You have meant them to be
And are helping them to become;
True to Yourself who is creating in them more than they
Could ever have dreamed or imagined;
True to others, with a kind of integrity that respects
How You have made us all different and unique;
And true to the community of the world into which
You seek to help us pour out our gifts and peculiarities.
Help them to be true.
Help them to be true.
In Christ’s name,
Help them to be true.

This prayer was designed on the spot as I was watching that young man tap-dancing during worship, being true to what it was God intended for him to be.

I went home, took Nyquil, hooked up the electric heating pad and went to sleep, but I was better in my soul because of that day, because of the arts professors and the InterVarsity staff and the eager students and because of one lovely young man dancing before the Lord.

I spy God!

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Out of Debt


Through the extraordinary generosity of a friend who has been a long-time supporter of our ministry, we have paid off the last credit card debt that accumulated when we launched the Global Bag Project in 2008. We opened a home equity account to pay for purchasing portable camera equipment that works best in developing countries so that we could record the stories of the bag-makers. The $30,000 loan would also enable us to capitalize the start up of this idea to help women lift themselves from beneath the poverty line.

Great ideas being what they always are—more difficult than originally imagined—we weren’t able to do much more than keep up with the interest payments.

However, this friend’s gift, divided half between a 2012 donation and then half at the beginning of this year, enabled us to pay off all credit card debt, finish off the home equity loan, and pay back a small loan given to us by a ministry that seeks to help new businesses that specialize in microenterprise ventures, which is the nature of the Global Bag Project.

I can’t think of a more eloquent example of grace than this kind of donation given so freely and so cheerfully. Simply, God has paid off our debt. He and His Son agreed that an ultimate sacrifice would be made so that we would no longer have interest payments to make, and that we would also owe no more money. Sometimes I get used to this story of redemption, but being in ministry all my adult life, where we have been dependent for our very living on the generous offerings of not only friends but strangers, reminds me, quite frequently, of the joy, the exuberance, the wonder of having my debts paid.

When I called my friend to thank her for this huge gift, she said, “Well, God has been very generous to me. I also want to be generous to others.”

In 2 Corinthians 8:7 it says, “But just as you excel in everything—in faith, in speech, in knowledge, in complete earnestness and in your love for us—see that you also excel in this grace of giving.” Giving, on whatever level, is nothing more than understanding that God has been generous to us all—He has forgiven our debt—and we need to be generous to others. Dollar debt, forgiven, is an incredible metaphor for this unbelievable spiritual transaction.

I spy God!

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Barro Negro: Black Pottery


When we went to Oaxaca, our youngest son, Jeremy, who spent his honeymoon with his wife in this Mexican state—and who runs an immigration counseling service with a high number of Mexican clients, and who teaches Spanish as an adjunct professor at Wheaton College—gave us a list of items he wanted us to pick up for him and bring home. We actually spent a great deal of our free time roaming the mercados and artisan communities looking for the things he included on his list.

The barro negro (“black clay”) pottery, at the top of Jeremy’s list, are typical of Oaxacan pottery. In fact, the Valley of Oaxaca, in which the capital city resides, is renowned for its pottery-making tradition. What is amazing about barro negro is that it is turned without a potter’s wheel. Doña Rosa, now deceased, pioneered the turning of pots on a clay dish stacked on another clay dish, which is turned upside down and cemented to the ground with a plug of wet clay. The size and shape of the pots has been expanded by Doña Rosa’s many descendants, but the means of turning the pots remains the same. With wide eyes and open mouths, David and I and our eldest son watched a pot-making demonstration where the potter turned out what eventually became a large pitcher—without the traditional wheel. The little town of San Bartolo de Coyotepec is an artisan pottery village. Here we found the black pottery requested by our youngest son who had sent us off to Oaxaca with a list in hand.

The story of Doña Rosa intrigues me because it is one of the many examples I’ve discovered of artists who have found a way to create beauty despite the obstacles of their lives—lack of training or lack of artistic resources. In fact, there is a whole tradition known as “outsider art”; people, often uneducated, often impoverished, who create amazing expressions of that God-given urge outside of the parameters of the academic or recognized artistic community. Whenever I run into “outsider art” I am reminded that Scripture tells us we are all made in the image of God. This deep need to express, to create, to form, to design—no matter how, exactly, it finds its expression, is to me evidence that those Genesis passages are true. Even if we don’t recognize that God is the Original Creator of All, this urgency to emulate—sometimes without training, even without paints or brushes or clay or fabric—the God who is the Originator is evidence enough to me. I delight in the thought of a Mexican woman figuring out how to make clay pots without a potter’s wheel, and stacking an upright clay dish on top of an upside down clay dish, throwing the clay on the stack, turning the upright plate with one hand and pressing a hole in the clay mound with her other hand, then thinking to herself, Yes. This will work. This will work indeed.

I cannot deny the existence of a God when there are so many proliferating, sometimes profligate, examples of the need, of the urge, of the deep desire to create. “And God said, ‘Let us make humankind in our image.’ … So God created humankind in his image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.’” —Genesis 1:26-27.

I spy God!


Friday, February 8, 2013

The Blue Sweater: Bridging the Gap Between Rich and Poor in an Interconnected Worldby by Jacqueline Novogratz


This is a wonderful book for any of us who want to make a difference for good in the world. If you give to a development organization, support overseas workers or are involved in any kind of social entrepreneurship efforts—microenterprise, microcredit loans, water projects overseas, etc.—this is a must read. It is a handbook that looks at the mistakes and lessons learned from the failures of well-meaning people and governments. Novogratz eventually leveraged her twenty years of mistakes and successes into the Acumen Fund, a nonprofit venture capital firm for the poor that invests in sustainable enterprises bringing healthcare, safe water, alternative energy and housing to low-income people in the developing world.

The flap copy explains: “ Jacqueline Novogratz left a career in international banking to spend her life on a quest to understand global poverty and find powerful new was of tackling it. It all started back home in Virginia, with the blue sweater, a gift that quickly became her prized possession—until the day she outgrew it and gave it away to Goodwill. Eleven years later in Africa, she spotted a young boy wearing that very sweater, with her name still on the tab inside. That the sweater had made its trek all the way to Rwanda was ample evidence, she thought, of how we are all connected, how our actions—and inaction—touch people every day across the globe, people we may never know or meet.”

While reading, I highlighted extensively, knowing that I was sitting at the feet of someone who could help me bridge my own eager, but potentially misguided, desires to find ways to help the poor help themselves. My pages, marked by yellow, are an indicator of how valuable I found this book to be.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Tales of the Resistance


Hero’s participation in the underground taxi resistance against the evil Enchanter, leads to high drama, as everywhere he turns there are suffering people in need of his help! Feel the tension of Traffic Court and Burning Place, but mostly be reminded that the presence of the King dispels all darkness from our hearts and souls.

An exciting series from best-selling authors David and Karen Mains, the gold-medallion, award-winning Tales of the Resistance offers readers fast-paced action and exciting storytelling with a Christian theme. You’ll enjoy the beautiful, full-color illustrations as well.

The book, Tales of the Resistance, contains 12 stories about Hero’s participation in the underground taxi resistance against the evil Enchanter, challenger to the one True King. You’ll meet Carny, Doubletalk, Sewer Rat #1, the Boiler Brat and the Most Beautiful Player of All.

This is the second book in a trilogy, and is an exceptional storybook to give to your family and friends. 112 pages, hardcover with 12 full-color illustrations by Jack Stockman, and autographed by David and Karen Mains. These wonderful picture books have gone for up to $60 apiece on Ebay! This hardcover edition with full-color illustrations, is author autographed, and “signed” copies are exclusively available from us and no other source.

Friday, February 1, 2013

In Open Heart, Open Home



In Open Heart, Open Home (over 500,000 copies in print) award-winning Karen Mains steps far beyond how-to-entertain you hints to explore the deeper concepts of Christian hospitality-the Biblical way to use your home and an open heart to care for others like God wants us to. Countless pastors have recommended this classic resource as the meaningful example of how the Holy Spirit ministers to and through us to make other people feel truly welcome and deeply wanted.

Perfect for any womens bible study group, especially when used in tandem with the Opening Our Hearts & Homes Bible Study.

This new edition contains 54 helpful ways to make hospitality work whether you live on a country farm, in a house in the suburbs, or in an apartment in the city. Everyone in your bible study will appreciate the life-changing principles of this timeless classic.