I recently read an historical fiction book, based on a true story about the Holocaust. Early in the narrative, one Jewish man selects another young man for a job at Auschwitz, a decision that will ultimately save the young man’s life. The young man asks, “Pepan, why have you chosen me?” Pepan answered, “I saw a half-starved young man risk his life to save you. I figure you must be someone worth saving.” 

My husband is a St. Louis Cardinal fan, and by association, I have inherited his passion. Last Sunday, because of a previous obligation, we had to miss a play-off game. We would have been devastated to miss a critical part of their playoff journey, but for the DVR! After warning everyone we knew not to text us during the game with updates, we came home to watch. Not only did we get to see the entire game, we did it in record time. We were able to fast forward through commercials, pitcher warm-ups, and endless babble from announcers— everything unpleasant that would have interfered with the actual game. I got to thinking—wouldn’t it be wonderful to fast forward our life at times. We could fast forward through all the unpleasantness, times of suffering, illness, disappointment, fear and anxiety.  I vaguely remember a movie that came out several years ago that had this premise. I never saw it, but I learned from my Google search that the main character, played by Adam Sandler, used a special remote to “fast forward” through the unpleasant parts of his life. He learned, however that missing those bad moments also meant that he missed important time with his family. The write-up on Rotten Tomatoes explained that he ultimately learns that “life is as much about the moments he'd rather forget as it is the moments he will always remember.”

While in college, I spent a semester in Paris—an era before email, cell phones with international calling, or WhatsApp. One thing kept me from unbearable homesickness—letters from my dad. Now that my dad has passed, I would do anything to be able to receive another one of his letters. Despite my dad’s long hours and pressures that often consumed him, he made time to sit down with pen and paper and write to me. His letters made me laugh, as well as cry—they were a great reminder that I was loved and missed. And more than anything, they served to encourage me. 

Why did I choose to go to Ethiopia, not once but twice, when so many people here in our own country do not know the Lord? Shouldn’t I be focusing my efforts and time reaching them? This is a question I have asked myself. In fact, it is probably one of the major reasons I waited until I was 61 to go on my first mission trip! And it probably wasn’t until I completed my first trip last year, that I could fully articulate the reason and answer to this question. 

I had been reflecting on the bounty of blessings from my recent travels to Ethiopia, when I came across something I hadn’t noticed before in the 21st chapter of the Gospel of John. 

The UPS and Amazon Prime drivers must wonder what is going on at my house! It seems every day I receive at least one package (and many days, multiple packages) in response to the registry I posted on Amazon. My doorstep feels like Christmas! And while the gifts aren’t for me, I have experienced the same kind of joy upon receipt.

I am reposting an entry I wrote last summer after returning from Ethiopia. This entry reminds me of one of the reasons I am returning in a few weeks— anytime we share about God’s love to another, or anytime we love another through acts of kindness and goodness, we are contributing to God’s story in that person’s life. God does not need us to accomplish His purposes, after all He is God, but He has given us the blessing to be used as a witness of His love. This specific blessing is a privilege and an honor, and is indeed humbling. 

When I was studying the Old Testament to write my devotional, HIStory in 30 Days, I often came across lists of names that end with “ite”. Seven of these “ites” are identified as the enemies of Israel that happened to reside in the Promised Land—Hittites, Girgashites, Amorites, Canaanites, Perizzites, Hivites, Jebusites. (“Ite” simply means “people of.)  After God rescued the Israelites from slavery, they were to travel and take the land in possession of these people groups. They were commanded to destroy them completely. (Deuteronomy 7:1-2.) A cursory reading of the Bible might lead one to conclude that this was unkind of God, but the Bible and other historical accounts confirm that these pagan nations were evil and committed horrible atrocities including child sacrifice. God wanted the Israelites to get rid of these enemies so they could reap the full benefits of the Promised Land. It was a command born out of His Mercy. The same is true today for us, but in a spiritual sense. While many promises of God are available to us such as peace and joy, we also need to battle the “ites” in our lives. What are mine?

Recently I was reflecting on my early days as a legal intern. The firm I worked for took on a significant amount of divorce work, and occasionally they assigned me to serve legal process in a divorce action. Because I had an unassuming “look,” my firm presumed that I could easily bypass any hurdles in order to access an office, get by a receptionist and ultimately, to hand official papers to an unsuspecting individual. Most often, their strategy was successful. I was desperate for the job, as I was paying my way through law school, so I continued to accept the assignments. It was a horrible job, and I was often terrified that a husband would take his anger out on me, the messenger! Fortunately, that never happened, but I did experience other fearful incidents.

The imagery of the light at the end of the tunnel is very powerful for me—I am claustrophobic, and therefore, hate tunnels! Over the years of living in Northern Virginia, I have had to drive to New York City on many occasions, and sometimes alone. This requires going both there and back through the Baltimore Tunnel as well as the Holland or Lincoln Tunnel. Fortunately, my phobia has not prevented me from making the trips, but that doesn’t mean the journeys are without anxiety or fear. To minimize my stress, I plan the timing of my trips to avoid heavily trafficked times. And then most importantly, whether I am a passenger or the driver, I pray without ceasing! My eyes are ahead, longing for the light at the end of the tunnel.

For the past several months my husband and I had been praying faithfully about a certain situation and upcoming event. Finally, the day came, and we saw God answer our prayers in exactly the manner for which we prayed. I should have been elated! But, instead, my dominant emotion was one of surprise. I hadn’t expected God to act so precisely, nor was I then prepared with what would follow—the responsibility to do my part in God’s plan. I panicked, and, if I am totally honest, I questioned God’s timing. Really?

This past weekend I was having family over for a barbecue. I was pressed for time, so I ordered my groceries online from Instacart. I noticed while checking out that the price was a bit higher than I had expected, but I knew I had a substantial order—burgers, cheese, rolls, tomatoes, corn on the cob, etc., so I didn’t check over the list closely. I quickly pressed “Submit Order.”

Depicting for us the image of One Who cares for His sheep, Jesus declares, “I am the Good Shepherd” (John 10:11). Jesus wants us to follow Him just as sheep follow their Shepherd.

This past year I have gotten to know Jeena Thomas, a wonderful young woman who attends the women’s Bible study at which I teach. While she is young enough to be my daughter, we have developed a special connection to each other, particularly because we have several things in common— we will both be returning to Ethiopia this summer to continue work with the orphans we met last year, and we both love Jesus and God’s Word! On several occasions she has sent me her thoughts about different passages of Scripture that we have been studying. I have loved her fresh and honest insights. She is my guest blogger this week, and what follows are some of her recent reflections that I asked her to share. They spoke to me, and I pray they challenge you as well.

The other night my husband and I went to Nationals Park to see the St. Louis Cardinals play the Washington Nationals. My husband has been an avid Cardinals fan since childhood, and after meeting him 37 years ago, I have become one as well. (I think this was a precondition of our marriage!) The game was close—3 to 2 in the bottom of the 8th inning. The Cardinals were ahead. As I was looking around before the Nats took the field, I noticed people leaving—not just one or two, but a significant number. “Why did they even bother coming to the game,” I asked my husband.

As Easter approaches, I find myself reviewing in my mind the reasons I have come to believe that Jesus is the Son of God. I want to be prepared to give an answer to anyone who asks what Easter is about (1 Peter 3:15). And as I have shared before, I know there is evidence to support my faith—the many prophecies Jesus fulfilled by His birth, His ministry, His trials and death, as well as the evidence of His Resurrection—the many eyewitnesses including women, the empty tomb, and the changed lives of His disciples. All of these evidences help us to see Jesus for who He is—the divine Son of God. But Jesus also wants us to know Him in a much deeper way.

“The Oxford dictionary defines faith as “1. Complete trust or confidence in someone or something 2. Strong belief in God or in the doctrines of a religion, based on spiritual apprehension rather than proof.”

The first definition seems benign enough. But I couldn’t disagree more with the second definition, that implies faith must be blind. My faith, is absolutely based on proof and evidence.

The Bible, on the other hand, defines faith as “the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things unseen” (Hebrews 11:1).  How do we have assurance, and how do we have conviction of things unseen, unless there is evidence to support our confidence?  

Have you ever sent out a request for prayer by email, text or Facebook and wondered if the recipient prayed in return? Sadly, numerous times in my life, I have neglected to pray when asked. (I have now gotten into the practice of praying immediately upon receipt of requests— I do not trust my aging memory!) Perhaps my own forgetfulness is one of the reasons I have found comfort in the knowledge that Jesus has prayed and continues to pray for me. He never forgets.

I have been sick with the flu this week and was scheduled to give a teaching on John 13:31- 14:31. Since I was too sick to attend, I gave my talk on Facebook live. If you are interested click here

Recently I reached out to a young woman—I had the blessing to walk alongside her during her journey of coming to faith in Jesus several years ago. She came to mind because I am in the process of preparing a talk for a women’s gathering titled, “Blind Faith to Confident Hope,” and I was curious if there were any answers that were especially meaningful to her at the time.