Saturday, March 21, 2015

First days in Haiti

Barren lands and rice fields; azure ocean and mountainside slums; French and Creole - Haiti is a land of many paradoxes.  But the greatest paradox I’ve seen is the HATS-Haiti compound at the edge of a canal, sitting next to villages where there is no evening light and I am reminded that Jesus is the Light of the world; that He, and He only, can bring a nation out of darkness.                         

Seeing “tap-taps,” crowded markets, rolling mountains, azure oceans, welcoming smiles and children



On the way to HATS-Haiti Orphanage                                            Mountain slums


          
                        



                                                            

Market                                                                                   Gemima

Hearing children singing, roosters crowing, goats “baa-ing”, a rice mill grinding and generator working
                                
High school student singing                                           goat

Tasting fresh mangoes, “mini” bananas, pumpkin soup, rice with sauce and veggies I can’t pronounce
                                       
Mini-bananas (called “figs” in Haiti)                           Papayas

Smelling food cooking, charcoal burning, and yes- sweaty smells from working in the intense heat

Touching children’s braids, hugs from a child, kissing the cheeks of our cooks, net-covered bed             
       Children at HATS                                                               Mosquito net

Feeling joyful, thankful, useful, humbled
In Haiti, people will build “with another” level in mind; in case they want to add another floor.  I am reminded  that we, as Christians, need to build with another level in mind; meaning to not only lead people to Christ, but then teach them and grow them- to become disciples.  HATS is striving to do so, as they teach the next generation about the gospel; even as they learn their reading, writing and arithmetic.  It is our privilege to be here and so, we’ve been painting; a lot.  Lovely colours are being rolled and brushed onto the walls of a church built by Haitian contractors.  Another team will paint the outside and those who are waiting for the colour scheme, with bated breath, will see it tomorrow.

church


Sunday, March 15, 2015


Am I willing?


Am I willing to be led, to be taught, to be shown what God would have me do?  I am on my way to Haiti, to get a "birds-eye-view" of  H.A.T.S.~ Haiti (Hands Across the Sea).  This orphanage, with a Christian school for 400 children from the community and a community outreach program, has been supported by my home church for several years.

Emmanuel Baptist Church of Clare is sending me to the southern hemisphere!  Exciting?  Yes! Will the children touch my heart?  Without a doubt!  Does God want me to work there?  Again, am I willing; willing to do whatever He puts in front of me?  Praying as I go- for a teachable spirit, a heart of humility and a joy unspeakable and full of glory.

In my previous post, I talked about the will of God.  I am so certain He will make His way very plain and I want to delight in all He has in store.  Whether I am speaking to children in Canada or Haiti; in Benin or the Dominican Republic- I want to speak of Jesus and Jesus only.  Whether I am working on a computer or ordering supplies; whether I am singing or praying, I want it to be about Jesus and Jesus only.  The only Saviour; the one true God; the Redeemer and the Keeper of my soul; the One who died and rose again so that my sins are forgiven.


"God, who has called you into fellowship with his Son Jesus Christ our Lord, is faithful."
(1 Corinthians 1:9)

Monday, March 2, 2015

March 2, 2015.

Buoys and the Will of God


How can I know the will of God?  Is it some obscure, uncertain nebulous cloud?  Is it discovered by sheer circumstantial evidence?  Or is there something far more concrete and stable?  If I am actively seeking the will of God, seeking what delights his heart, then I will surely see enough of the path ahead to make my way; and humility is the gateway to that path.  He leads the humble in justice, and He teaches the humble His way.” (Psalm 25:9).  Many translations use the word, “afflicted,” rather than humble.  Afflictions have a way of bringing us nearer to our God, so that we are humbled and ready to listen. 

Pastor Pernell mentioned that, when he counsels people, he now asks them:  “Do you truly want to DO the will of God?”  So often, we already know what is best; we already know where God would lead us.  Are we willing to go?  I am reminded of Abraham’s servant, who was sent on a mission to find a wife for Isaac.  As the servant recounts his story, his comment is so striking: “…being in the way, the Lord led me.” (Gen.24:27).  In other words, he wasn’t just laying around the house, waiting for God to send a lightning bolt answer to his query.  No, he set out, at his master’s request.  He was already on the way to doing the will of God. 

A harbour and a set of buoys make for a helpful analogy.  As the buoys line up in a certain manner, to bring someone safely into the harbour, so it is with several “buoys” as related to the will of God; markers, if you like.  A number of questions need to be asked, when there is truly an uncertainty as to God’s will:
1)       Am I daily reading the Bible, so that I am actively being taught and being shown His will?
2)     Am I willing to ask the counsel of mature Christians, who are not afraid to speak the truth?
3)     Am I expecting God to answer prayer?
4)     Am I mindful of the circumstances that God surrounds me with, as I seek His will?
5)     Am I willing to DO what He shows me to do?

If I can honestly see that these “buoys” line up, then I can have confidence that God is showing me the way forward; leading me safely into the harbour of His will.  

Monday, February 16, 2015

February 16, 2015.

A Matter of Life and Death

A supremely disappointing ruling has an appallingly hollow ring.  Ten days ago, on February 6, 2015:  “The Supreme Court of Canada unanimously overturns a legal ban on doctor-assisted suicide, ruling the law should be amended to allow doctors to help in specific situations.”
At the risk of being pedantic, there is a myopic semantics at play here.  “Physician-assisted suicide” is an oxymoron.  Suicide is the tragic act of taking one’s own life.  If someone ‘helps’ you to die, it is no longer suicide.  What, therefore, should it be called; the popular euphemisms: “Dying with dignity,” or “the right to die?” I would call it “Death at the hands of a countryman.”   There is nothing honourable in that choice.  The “specific situations” alluded to above would mean that adults in grievous and unending pain would have a right to end their life with a doctor’s help.  Canadians are now in the business of having the right to ask other people, doctors no less, to help us to die, `…putting our culture on a constant death watch.`(A. Mohler July 16, 2009: Dr. Death on prime time: The slippery slope toward murder).
All of us want to be treated with dignity.  Why, we may ask, is this so?  There is intrinsic value and worth in a human life; that is why.  How strange, therefore, that our criminal code actually counts it an offense to do an indignity to a dead body; never mind going to the lengths of now being able to end a life, legally.  If we are mere animals, just a few millennia above the apes, then there is no particular dignity in the fact of being human.  But if we are made in the image of God, there is ultimate value and worth for each life. Hear some of the wording of the Supreme Court`s ruling:
 "We, (judges), do not agree that the existential formulation of the right to life requires an absolute prohibition on assistance in dying, or that individuals cannot `waive` their right to life.  
This would create a `duty to live.`

So, there we have it; a “right to die,” and thereby eliminating a “duty to live.” 

O Canada! 

There are grave concerns from the disabled community, as they are fearful of a slippery slope that renders their lives undesirable.  There are grave concerns from those involved in palliative care; concerns about less funding for end-of-life care and defining who, exactly, is competent to make an irreversible decision about their life being taken.  `Assisted suicide` trivializes the harrowing and frightful thoughts of someone contemplating suicide.  It can only push them closer to a death without dignity.  Thoughts of “being a burden,” bring me to tears as people consider they are no longer of any value.  The deep valleys of depression and the heart-rending cries of those travelling through a dark tunnel of despair are not served well by the taking of life.  Two cases bear mentioning here.  In Belgium, where assisted-suicide has been law since 2002, a law was passed on February 13, 2014- one year ago- that would allow a child going through unbearable and irreversible suffering to ask their doctor to take their life. Put in another way, they are seeking to put their parents put of their misery.   In Oregon, a woman who needed palliative care measures was sent a letter by her insurance company stating that her insurance would not cover palliative care costs, but it would cover the cost of her assisted suicide.  These so-called extreme cases tend to become normative very quickly.

Having been at the bedside of several whose loved ones had to make an agonizing decision about removing life support, I can attest to the fact that death is never easy.  We can all recognize that there is much suffering in this world and it would seem a charitable act to alleviate the suffering by taking life away, and the suffering is over.  It is not so black-and-white.  Were it so, there would not be this national angst over even discussing the issue.  As A. Mohler also states:

"The shift from “assisted suicide” to active euthanasia is inevitable — and almost imperceptible. Kevorkian, (known as Dr. Death), has the audacity to claim that any “enlightened” society would champion his cause. But by his standards of morality, only Nazi Germany was sufficiently enlightened to accept euthanasia as national policy." (A. Mohler. July 16, 2009: Dr. Death on prime time: The slippery slope toward murder).

It would seem that, until now, Canada’s laws had been of a paradoxical nature in matters of birth and death.  On the one hand, we have been working to have greater compassionate, end-of-life care.  On the other hand, we allow children to be aborted right up to the end of their ninth month, in their mother’s womb, and yet this child has had a heartbeat since her third week.  Trying to hold these two extremes in tension could not have lasted much longer.  And it shows.  Add to these indignities the fact that a child who is murdered while in their mother’s womb is not considered a victim of homicide.  I quote Jeff Durham, the father of Molly, who was murdered nine weeks before her birth-date.  He was shocked to hear that his daughter’s death will know no justice, and some of the following horrifying reasons were given:
“It is rationalized that this is a domestic violence issue and should be responded to by having more support for woman victims of violence.  It’s been rationalized that this would interfere with abortion rights issues.”  (The Windsor Square, ‘Open Letter to Jeff Watson,’ February 16, 2015.  Jeff Durham). 

And, from Lifenews.com :
"Yet her, (Cassandra Kaake’s), daughter, though recognized as a child, is not recognized as a “human being” under Canadian criminal law because she had not yet exited her mother’s womb. And because of that legal deficiency, no murder charge will ever be laid against the person who took Molly’s life." (MIKE SCHOUTEN FEB. 11, 2015).

This is beyond tragic.  What I had first seen as a paradox is now quickly becoming a callous consistency: take a voiceless child’s life, at three weeks or nine months; help to take an adult’s life at 18 or 100.   End-of-life care now has the option of actually ending life.  The remaining paradox is the idea that death is some kind of welcoming end. 

The gospel gives us a better way to deal with the seemingly implacable foes of suffering and death.  Without the light of the gospel, suffering is a freighted word that is full of despair.  There is no purpose, no hope, and certainly no joy to be had, when facing suffering without a God who completely knows what it is all about.

God willingly chose to completely identify with us, in Jesus’ birth and death. He took on human flesh.  He didn’t become an animal; he became a human being; he didn’t start as an adult, he was conceived in the womb of Mary.  Jesus’ death was a death that was anything but dignified; the complete opposite of what the “dying with dignity” movement is all about.  Jesus didn’t shrink from the anguish and suffering that took place on a cross.  He drank it to the last dregs.  He demonstrated the great value that God has placed on our lives, by conquering death, that last and greatest enemy of humanity. (1 Corinthians 15:26).  His resurrection brings with it promise, purpose and everlasting life.  Jesus overcame the suffering, the dread, and the indignity of all that encompasses death itself.  By offering us eternal life, through belief in His finished work, we recognize just how valuable we really are.

The hollow ring of our Supreme Court`s decision carries a death knell that will be heard throughout the corridors of time.  Canada will be a fearful place in which to live, where the convenience of dying will trump the `duty to live.`  Parliament can decide to just “let it be” and this ruling will be enacted in one year.  Or parliament can bring this discussion into the homes of Canadians and into the governemnt chambers, where we pray that truth will triumph over such evil.

With eternity in the balance, the supremacy of God will be revealed on the last day and I can only pray that it will not be too late for some.  I cannot help but think of Nehemiah, who prayed for his nation and I would do well to follow his pattern by praying thus:   
``O Lord God of heaven, the great and awesome God who keeps covenant and steadfast love
with those who love him and keep his commandments.
Let your ear be attentive and your eyes be open,
 to hear the prayer of your servant
that I am now praying before you night and day for the people of Canada,
confessing the sins of the people of my nation,
 which we have sinned against you.  Have mercy on us.``


Thursday, February 5, 2015

A Bridge

A wintry trail cuts through the forest near our home. Being transformed from rails to trails, it is a lovely place to go for a walk.  The path is often crisscrossed by rabbit tracks and even a bear’s paws can sometimes be seen imprinted in the snow.  Walking along, I come across a simple bridge that takes me across a partially-frozen creek.  Funny, though, how I had never really considered it before; until today. 

Today it beckoned to me, as if to say: “Keep tracking. Don’t give up.  I’m strong enough to carry you.  Trust me.  There is so much more to see, just around the bend.”

And I thought of the cross, the place where Jesus hung between earth and sky.  He is the bridge for my soul that takes me across the frozen tundra of my sin, hedging me into himself so I don’t lose my footing.  He will never let me go.  I can take him at his word:   “God is faithful, through whom you were called into fellowship with His son, Jesus Christ.” (1 Corinthians 1:9). 

And there is so much more to see, just around the bend.

Monday, January 26, 2015

For the sheer joy

Watching the seagulls come up from behind a point of land, they revelled in skimming the wild ocean waves; those churning frothing crests that were pounding against the shore.  My heart was racing with those free-spirited gulls.  Trying to capture their image in mid-flight, I got caught up in their swoops and twirls.  They seemed to be doing it for the sheer joy of it all. 
So graceful, so full of grace; it made me marvel at the grace of my God.  As the whipping winds took my breath away, this grace of God left me even more breathless.  To think of it: He is supremely delighted in me.  In the midst of all the crashing waves of life, even the waves brought about by my own wrong choices, God loves me for the sheer joy that it brings to His heart.   I needed this reminder; this breath-taking glimpse of His glorious grace, for today and on into eternity.   
“But because of His great love for us,
 God who is rich in mercy
made us alive with Christ 
even when we were dead in transgressions -
it is by grace you have been saved. (Ephesians 2:4,5).


I recall an old saint who would often pray: 
“Oh God, I am swimming out into your oceans of grace.”  
Indeed.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

The Watermark of Death unto Life

Even in decay, there is life…
God is in the business of bringing life out of death, literally. When Jesus was speaking of his coming death and resurrection, he stated: “Truly, truly I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains by itself alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.” (John 12:24). He is still bearing much fruit in bringing people into the kingdom of God. I became a Christian at the funeral of a godly saint; one who had lived a faithful life of following hard after Jesus. One could say that her death brought me new life.

I had been reading the bible and attending Margaree Valley Baptist Church. The hymns would move me to tears, the word preached brought light to my soul, and yet a final surrender did not happen until her funeral. Don’t be fooled; it really is a surrendering, a giving-over. Probably the hardest thing for a person to do is to give up. O, blessed day! I had to die to myself so that I might live to God. Jesus brought me from death unto life - salvation through faith; his life for mine; forgiveness for time and eternity.

Seeds dying in order to burst forth with new life is the pattern that was woven into the very fabric of creation itself. God created the seasons; those amazing cycles of seedtime and harvest, snow-covered fields and summer growth, blossoming springtime and leaves returning to nurture the soil amidst astounding hues of gold and red. As a Christian, this dying to self daily is the most freeing way to live, and bears much fruit in our own souls and in the souls of those around us. Like a watermark embedded on a page, this design of death unto life should be seen, daily, in the life of a Christian. Unrelenting compassion, pursuing love in every situation and yes, even dying well-without fear; these are the marks of a Christian who dies daily in order that Christ might live in them and through them.

Jesus said:
“Truly truly I say to you, he who hears my word, 
and believes Him who sent me, has eternal life, 
and does not come into judgment, 
but has passed out of death into life.” (John 5:24)