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He wuz here

“Go into as many houses as possible because Jesus goes there before you.” I heard that today during our Biblestudy time at work. It was advice one of my co-workers had received from another missionary.

We were reading the bit in Isaiah 58:8 “… then your righteousness will go before you” or alternatively, “your righteous one will go before you”.

But not only that.  A Christian has Holy Spirit in them and more, since God is Three and One simultaneously.

So if you go somewhere Jesus goes too. If you go visit people or knock on doors (as we do regularly here), Jesus has gone to that house or stood on that doorstep. Can you imagine if you sit down with someone and knew that Jesus was there for tea also?

Here we are trying to get to know people and introduce them to Jesus, and He goes with us each time we meet someone. That should make things easier, shouldn’t it?


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wanting my parents to be God

It’s important to not mix God up with your parents. It’s really important to not confuse Him with anyone, actually.

I suppose we have a penchant to deify anyone of esteem in our lives- spouses, children, friends. God can seem pretty intangible at times and what is more tangible than another human? So why not take all that expectation and plop it onto a person?

My parents are great. I realized that my biggest complain against them is extremely unreasonable. Like most children, I started out believing that they were perfect and the day I realized they weren’t was rather sad.

Yesterday, I went to call my mom. Before I did, I thought over what I wanted to talk about and what sort of response I was hoping to solicit from her. Immediately afterward, I thought, “Gee, Rachel. Those are some pretty impossible expectations. She’d have to be perfect to do all that.”

I then realized that I have been wanting my parents to be God.

What sort of twisted idolatry is that?


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If I end up actually getting to learn linguistics, I want to work for Wycliffe Bible Translators as a translator.

If I end up being single for a while yet, I want to join Campus Crusade -their young people are really cool and have lots of fun.

If I end up getting married relatively soon, I want to go overseas with the Christian Missionary Alliance. It’d be awesome to raise kids in another country.

If I end up never getting married, I want to work in the slums or in an orphanage in Asia.

If I can’t raise any support, I want to join the International Mission Board (they cover you).

If the US economy really gets in a bad way, I want to go to the jungle with Pioneers. They know how to live with little there.

When I retire, I want to work for Wycliffe Associates.


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First disclaimer: I am writing this on a good day, and my perspective may differ on another day. But I’ve had these thoughts for a while.

You know how some people make lists of what they want to do before they die? You know how people want to get to heaven -but after they have lived a good and full life (and I don’t think there is anything wrong with that).

Now, I have a lot of things that I want to do with my life. I have scores of ideas, and it would probably take a ream or two of paper to write them all day. I keep them confined to short, itemized lists (just kidding. Sort of).

I want things any normal person wants. Find something I like to do.  Get married. Have some kids. See the world, make friends.

But tell me if I’m alone here. Sometimes, not infrequently, I have this thought. If I died today and stood before God, I wouldn’t have any complaints of unfairness. I have already had more than my fair share of opportunities, fun, and good things. Seriously, I’ve been blessed way more than I would have the guts to ask for.

It probably would be good for me to make note of this for when the dark times comes, so I remember that I do feel this way.

But I have thought before, “If I died right now, I would have died feeling fulfilled.” How great is God that He would fill me up so much that I would even think that?

And here is the best part: If I’m still alive, it means that God still has things for me to do. If you’re looking for purpose for your life, that is about as profound as I can think.

I remember hearing the true story of a pastor of a few years ago. He wasn’t too old, maybe in his fifties. He was preaching one morning to his congregation, and was making some point. He said, “I am here to do God’s work and when my part is done, my life will be over!” After he said those words, he did fall down and die. Gee, how great would that be?

And all this reminds me that I’ve been meaning the book The One Thing You Can’t Do in Heaven. I have heard it’s good; can anyone vouch for that?

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busy is a state of mind

“I am busy because I am vain. I want to appear important. What better way than to be busy? The incredible hours, the crowded schedule, and the heavy demands of my time are proof to myself and all who will notice – that I am important.”

From an article snipet by Eugene Peterson. He makes a good point.


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1. Indonesia

2. Nigeria

3. Papua New Guinea

4. India

5. China

6. Dem. Rep. of the Congo

7. Cameroon

8. Malaysia

9. Nepal

10. Vanatu

11. Myanmar

12. Vietnam

13. Tanzania

14. Chad

15. Sudan

16. Iran

17. Mexico

18. Pakistan

19. Philippines

20. Russia

These are the top 20 countries Wycliffe has identified as having the most need of Bible translation. As you can see, most of these are in the 10/40 Window, where there is the most missionary need also.

Source: Wycliffe Bible Translators.


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just like christian

You know that part of Pilgrim’s Progress where Christian’s burden finally tumbles off his back? I know what he must have felt. For some reason, I can’t manage to go to work without bringing half my room (a back-up pair of shoes, a jacket or two, my huge Bible, a water bottle, lunch, and papers are the most habitual).

As a matter of stubbornness, I refuse to make two trips from my car when I get home. Hence, I am getting adept at teetering up stairs in heels with my arms full. Today, against my better judgment, I loaded myself up and nearly dropped things more than twice. Maybe I should “invest” in a really big bag, instead of just my over-sized purse. That might help consolidate things.

Anyway, I come staggering up the stairs. The door slams behind me. I march over to the kitchen table and dump everything off of my shoulders with distain. Then I walk away. It’s cathartic.


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