An OVC, (Orphan or vulnerable child) is child that has only one parent or no parents, one that is abandoned with no links to family! A child in extreme poverty, that is malnourished, and or with HIV Aides. A child that is 18 years or younger forced to live on the street.
This is an Orphan or vulnerable child defined by the culture I am now living in. They are everywhere! I see them every day and it is not easy! I used to see them from only pictures or on the TV screen or over the internet.
You know what I am talking about, all the children that look dirt poor with bloated tummies and flies in their eyes, rags draped across their bodies as cloths. These images and countless others are used to stimulate our sympathy and compassion. We see the pictures, video footage, etc. and begin to realize that we really don’t have it all that bad. Then it is brought to our attention that for so little money we can change the life of these little ones.
Many people then start supporting a child monthly, never really understanding to the fullest of what they are doing for this one little life.
Yet the number of people that do nothing is off the charts! I agree that it can be over whelming. The problem is way too big and what can one person possibly do? I use to think like this, I would then follow it up with a list of excuses like how can I be sure that my money is really helping or going to this child. This and other excuses like it were used to make me feel better for not doing anything.
I once heard a story that went like this. There was a man that decided to take a walk on the beach when he saw another man running franticly up and down the beach picking things up and throwing them in the water. As he got closer he saw that the things the man was picking up and throwing were star fish. As he observed he saw that star fish were in fact everywhere, hundreds if not thousands of them. He asked the man “what you are doing”? Without even slowing down the man yelled HELP ME! I am trying to save them, if they don’t get back into the water they will all die. The other man was taken back by this answer, how absurd, as he continued to watch the man throw one after another star fish into the water he said “this is crazy, you know you will never save them all” The other man stopped dead in his tracks, starfish in hand, looking into the other mans eyes he threw the starfish back in the water and said “I saved that one!”
Here we have two men one that is overwhelmed at what he see’s and thinks what possible difference can I make? The problem is way too huge. The other man who is determined to make a difference no matter how big or small it might be.
A while back I ran across a song from Beethoven’s last symphony done by a group called young Messiah. As I listened to it I cried and cried, it touched me very much. I want to share the words of the song with you.
Who is this child that I’ve never seen before? Who is this child that I’ve not seen till this day?
Who dares to fall asleep outside my door, if we should wait a while I’m sure she’ll go away.
To be involved with this would surely not be wise. For in the final words she means nothing to me.
I learn the trick is that we just avoid her eyes and the question what she means too….
What is this life? There will be other lives!
Soon to arrive, surely some will survive, she is but one and there are many more. She’s the same as any other.
Who is this child, what does she mean to me?
I close my eyes and still her face I see. She is but one, her kind is everywhere.
Can’t you see there’s no way I should care?
I need a moment now; I have to clear my mind.
Is there a limit law, just to being kind?
There is no way in life that each child can be saved.
Should I be looking with regret at every grave?
There are no guarantees in life, she should be warned. I’m not responsible for this child being born, I’m not responsible in any kind of way. For every child that life can gather.
What is this life? There will be other lives.
Soon to arrive, surly some will survive. She is but one and there are many more. Could this one life really matter?
Who is this child? What does she mean to me? I close my eyes and still her face I see. She is but one, her kind is everywhere.
Can’t you see there’s no way I should care?
Can you see it in the life; can you feel that it’s out there? It’s the harking of a life and it’s hanging in the air, though I try to close my eyes and pretend that I don’t know.
In my heart I just can’t let it go!
There has to be another way for me, a way that leads from this insanity. A way that leads from my destruction, as I say, can you see it in the life, can you feel that it’s out there? It’s the harking of a life and it’s hanging in the air, though I try to close my eyes and pretend that I don’t know.
In my heart I just can’t let it go.
Now here I am, I see these children every day they are no longer just photo’s or images on my computer and TV screen. I live with them, they are my neighbors. It does something to you when you look into their eyes and they wrap their arms around your legs or waist because they are starving for affection. They are filthy, many stink, but oh my goodness are they precious, It is impossible to close my eyes and pretend I don’t know when I am tripping over them.
Can you feel it that it’s out there? It’s a harking of a life and its hanging in the air.
In my heart I can’t let it go! Can you??? It seems crazy and over whelming at times but I want to be able to say,
“I SAVED THAT ONE!!!”
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
What....I'm not a Christian??
Last week I was at the market place in my usual hang out spot. Every Tuesday I go there for practicing my language skills, meeting people, and ministering /praying for people if possible. Although most people I meet have the desire to practice their English and I usually end up speaking more in my mother tong than in the local language. I normally let the conversation be lead by those around me which is very interesting to see where the subject’s always end up. I am there just to hang out, build relationships, and love on the street kids. Yet every Tuesday for the last few months it never fails, the conversation always drifts to the subject of “what does it mean to be a Christian, and what does that look like?” Most of the questions purposed to me are around this topic. I say questions because the conversation usually goes like this. I am surrounded by 20to30 locals from various denominations also including non Christians (or as they say in Africa pagans). They continue to fire away questions at me about religion, God, church, and what it means or looks like to be righteous (aka Christian).
In many if not all African counties, knowledge/ information is viewed as valuable. (Example) when driving in Africa and you get lost or are looking for a certain location. If you stop to ask for directions from a local, many times they will want to jump in the car with you to show you instead of just telling. It is looked at as I have valuable knowledge or information that you don’t have, therefore I should possibly get something for it in the end. This principal works on many levels, hence the people are very thirsty for knowledge/information/education.
The other day my good local friend told me that everyone around the market is talking about me. I asked him what he meant. He is a 25 year old guy that I met on one of my first visits to the market and now has been going with me every week. We have developed a great friendship. He said “I am there every day as I am passing from school and many people come to me, asking who you are and what you are doing in Burundi. They want to know why this Muzungu (white man) is coming every week just to sit at the market. They tell me that you must be an amazing man and love so much the Burundi people.”
When he told me this I was shocked, I never thought that this action would affect so many people. He began to share with me how so many people were touched with me coming and just being around them. That you don’t see bazungu (white people) doing such things. They are always in there cars or walking from here to there with their agenda’s very little or no interaction with the people. He said “Travis you just hang out, you come just to be”…
So last week I was at my usual spot, I was talking with many people on the usual subject. It was getting late and about time for me to be going when this woman broke through the crowd and with an angry expression on her face asked me, where is your bible? I tried greeting her as this is customary in the culture. She again asked me where is your bible. Followed by, are you a Christian? I said “yes I am”. She yelled “No, that is not true! You are not Christian. Where is your bible?” I told her that I have it in my home. She fired back, “how can you leave your sword at home? You are not a Christian, you are a pagan! Look at you… you have ear rings; you don’t carry your sword with you. I turned to the even larger group of people that I now had around me due to her unusual outburst and rude comments and made the comment that I was feeling a little bit judged at that moment and thought it was time for me to go. She then blurted out again “you are not a Christian, you are an antichrist!” At this I turned to her and told her that I was sorry she felt that way. Then I turned back to the crowd and told them good bye, I was going home now. Then sarcastically I said “I have to go home and repent because I just found out that I am not a Christian and this has deeply affected me, so I must go think about this and repent for not being a Christian.” Many people laughed and said their good bye others confirmed that they would see me later.
While I was driving home I was thinking about what had just happened and was very sad. It made me realize that it is incidents like this that keep people away from the church and God. I saw how we so called Christians are so darn good at ripping apart, chewing up and spitting out even our own. It is no wonder that Non Christians want to stay non Christian with public displays like this and countless others no doubt. It has made me ask a lot of questions myself. What the hec is wrong with the body of Christ?
Some picture of Christ we represent. It is so sad to see this happen. The more I thought about this the more it has disturbed me. That we brothers and sisters of Christ can bet so darn ugly to one another. What kind of bride was he coming back for again?? Then I had a strange thought come in my head and I had to laugh. It was “In every family you have a few nut’s!” All of a sudden I felt such a love and compassion come over me when I thought about this woman that was hireling the judgments and insults toward me. I got this picture of a little sister standing in front of her big brother and yelling at him over silly things. Now I can just laugh…
Oh, my brothers and sisters in Christ, daddy says “Love one another, and play nice”
In many if not all African counties, knowledge/ information is viewed as valuable. (Example) when driving in Africa and you get lost or are looking for a certain location. If you stop to ask for directions from a local, many times they will want to jump in the car with you to show you instead of just telling. It is looked at as I have valuable knowledge or information that you don’t have, therefore I should possibly get something for it in the end. This principal works on many levels, hence the people are very thirsty for knowledge/information/education.
The other day my good local friend told me that everyone around the market is talking about me. I asked him what he meant. He is a 25 year old guy that I met on one of my first visits to the market and now has been going with me every week. We have developed a great friendship. He said “I am there every day as I am passing from school and many people come to me, asking who you are and what you are doing in Burundi. They want to know why this Muzungu (white man) is coming every week just to sit at the market. They tell me that you must be an amazing man and love so much the Burundi people.”
When he told me this I was shocked, I never thought that this action would affect so many people. He began to share with me how so many people were touched with me coming and just being around them. That you don’t see bazungu (white people) doing such things. They are always in there cars or walking from here to there with their agenda’s very little or no interaction with the people. He said “Travis you just hang out, you come just to be”…
So last week I was at my usual spot, I was talking with many people on the usual subject. It was getting late and about time for me to be going when this woman broke through the crowd and with an angry expression on her face asked me, where is your bible? I tried greeting her as this is customary in the culture. She again asked me where is your bible. Followed by, are you a Christian? I said “yes I am”. She yelled “No, that is not true! You are not Christian. Where is your bible?” I told her that I have it in my home. She fired back, “how can you leave your sword at home? You are not a Christian, you are a pagan! Look at you… you have ear rings; you don’t carry your sword with you. I turned to the even larger group of people that I now had around me due to her unusual outburst and rude comments and made the comment that I was feeling a little bit judged at that moment and thought it was time for me to go. She then blurted out again “you are not a Christian, you are an antichrist!” At this I turned to her and told her that I was sorry she felt that way. Then I turned back to the crowd and told them good bye, I was going home now. Then sarcastically I said “I have to go home and repent because I just found out that I am not a Christian and this has deeply affected me, so I must go think about this and repent for not being a Christian.” Many people laughed and said their good bye others confirmed that they would see me later.
While I was driving home I was thinking about what had just happened and was very sad. It made me realize that it is incidents like this that keep people away from the church and God. I saw how we so called Christians are so darn good at ripping apart, chewing up and spitting out even our own. It is no wonder that Non Christians want to stay non Christian with public displays like this and countless others no doubt. It has made me ask a lot of questions myself. What the hec is wrong with the body of Christ?
Some picture of Christ we represent. It is so sad to see this happen. The more I thought about this the more it has disturbed me. That we brothers and sisters of Christ can bet so darn ugly to one another. What kind of bride was he coming back for again?? Then I had a strange thought come in my head and I had to laugh. It was “In every family you have a few nut’s!” All of a sudden I felt such a love and compassion come over me when I thought about this woman that was hireling the judgments and insults toward me. I got this picture of a little sister standing in front of her big brother and yelling at him over silly things. Now I can just laugh…
Oh, my brothers and sisters in Christ, daddy says “Love one another, and play nice”
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
For the love of Balance
I remember the days when I was in grade school, yes I can remember those days, I am not that old…
As I let my mind wonder to that time I could see the play ground of the school. It was filled with children busy playing, trying to get the most of the moment before having to go back to study. One thing unparticular caught my eye. It was children playing on a seesaw or some call it a teeter totter. It is like a big log or pipe with places to sit on each side. In the middle is what we call the fulcra point. The side that is the heaviest sets on ground, leaving of course the other side sticking high in the air. The challenge for the children and what made it fun was to see if they could get each side to be equal. Both sides having the same weight, the funny thing is what do small children know about weight? Kids would be jumping on and off of either side trying to get the thing to balance. It would go from 2to1, 3to 4, 4to4, 4to2…
When they would be successful they would all cheer, everyone would get off and they would start over again all of them taking turns at who was on what side and who would be the first to sit down.
Ounce in a while you would find one of the children that was either a bit older or obviously had great organizational and leadership skills. They would be standing on the side telling who to get on and who to get off. It was their job to help those involved to find a quicker and easier balance.
In my life I have seen a parallel to this story. I, like the children above have been scrambling around trying to find a balance. My challenge of Balance is between family and ministry.
The vision is clear, the plan is set, the passion and desire are raging… the needs are beyond comprehension, the hunger or should I say the starvation is easy to see both in the physical and even more so in the spiritual! If I wanted I could be speaking in a different church every week. Ministry is knocking on the gate of my compound when I get home. Everyone I meet has a story they all seem to need me…If I am not careful I can find myself on the ministry side, sitting on the ground of the ministry/family seesaw, it is all too easy to become content with what I am seeing…..everyone seems to need me everyone wants me, ministry is good and things are really happening. How do you turn it off? How can you make it work 9to5? Ministry is ringing nonstop on my cell phone. But on the other side sticking high up in the air is my family. Exposed, alone and out in the open to be preyed upon. What do I do? If I jump up and drop everything on the ministry side, my family will come crashing down from that high place where they were exposed and I risk deeply wounding them or even losing them.
Let’s turn it around; Say I have a chance to be part of an awesome ministry! God gives me incredible vision; he shares with me his plans, starts giving me strategies of how I can go about getting there. It is huge, it is scary, yet the Lord shows me over and over again that it is obviously obtainable. It is about a nationwide revival sweeping through my land (Burundi/Rwanda) and in the end effecting whole continent’s.
Where am I? I am sitting on the ground on the family side… I enjoy very much being a Dad! I love my Children more than life and it brings me great joy watching them grow up. My Wife is the greatest gift that God could ever give me besides his son. She is not only the love of my life but my best friend. I often think about how I ever lived before she was part of me. I can honestly see how over the years that Christ is really making us one, just as he says that he and the father are one. I never knew it was possible to love someone so much and only have it grow through time. Yet as I look on the other side I see this incredible ministry protruding high in the sky. It is out in the open easy for people to see it. Many learn about it and want to be part of this amazing vision but have no idea how to get up there to it. I am looking and nothing is happening, ministry is not and cannot be done because it is sitting up to high on the balance for anyone reach. I have the fear, to bring it down means I have to give up some on my family side. So I sit and nothing gets accomplished on the ministry side.
Where is the balance between Family and Ministry??? Where are the Kids (coaches) to stand on the side to help direct what to put on and what to take off in order to find that quicker balance, to make the both equal?
I have watched a great many men and women of God whom have fallen hard on both sides of this balance. One is devoting their all to the ministry with their family falling to pieces and on the other side there are many men and women that have the calling and the possibility to have the most powerful Godly impacting ministries and even may have tried to get started but have never been able to let go enough of the family side. So in time the ministry dissolves into only memories of what could have been. It is sad to think that in this instance many people would quote the scriptures out of the bible that would talk about if any one does not leave his father and mother for my sake, or anyone who puts their hand to the plow and turns back is not fit for the kingdom, or let the dead Barry their own… I have heard these terms thrown around and used a great deal to justify some ones horrifying actions as they abandon their family to run off for the sake of doing ministry, partaking in ministry events, conferences, schools, trainings, etc. These things are not bad in themselves yet are often abused and it is the family that pays the price while daddy or mommy are gone yet another week or month all in the name of working for the Lord. Sad to say but the above terms have even been used for grounds of divorce. This of course all shows an extreme lack of understanding of God his word and the context of which it is to be used and interpreted.
You see I have been on both sides of this balance but only for short times. Yet long enough to see and know that I had the balance way off. As I said above I have watched countless others with huge marvelous powerful ministries, people with an amazing anointing on their life and ministry somehow fall off the ministry/family seesaw and lose both their ministry and their family.
To be quit frank this scares me! I have asked the lord over and over to use me. I have prayed for his anointing to saturate my life and ministry. I have had numerous people with a special anointing and awesome ministry pray for me, as I wanted a double portion of what they had. I learned that it all flows out of intimacy with god. Many of these great men and women spend literally hours in the presents of the lord.
Recently I had a very hard rebuke that came to me through someone close to me who moves very much in the prophetic. This someone was my wife, bless her heart. She told me that my family had become my idol, and out of my fear of losing them, they became my excuse not to move forward in doing ministry or spend the time I need with the God in his presents. She was right!
Yet my struggle still remains, where is the balance between Ministry and family? I want to see God move so badly! I want to see him pour his spirit out on this nation! I want to see revival break out in the heart of Africa! I want to see the dead rise, the lame walk, the blind see!!!
But my first and for most command from God is to have godly offspring, I want my 4 girls to know him and become amazing women of God. I want my marriage to be the perfect mirror image of Christ and the church, the marriage of the lamb. I guess you say that I want to have my cake and eat it to…
I believe that it is possible to have a healthy vibrant marriage and awesome godly family. An at the same time have the anointing of the living God flow through me to see what most call the radical supernatural become the norm. The lord knows how hungry I am to see this happen! He also knows that I have 4 of the most beautiful girls that want time with their daddy, and a wife that desires to have quality time with her husband.
I do not want to see what happened to others before me happen to me. There must be another way…. I don’t want my family to have to pay the price to see the glory of the lord move forward and revival break out.
For the love of balance, there has to be a way….
Please pray for us as my wife and I continue to work out what this looks like, to see God move powerfully through both our family and our ministry.
As I let my mind wonder to that time I could see the play ground of the school. It was filled with children busy playing, trying to get the most of the moment before having to go back to study. One thing unparticular caught my eye. It was children playing on a seesaw or some call it a teeter totter. It is like a big log or pipe with places to sit on each side. In the middle is what we call the fulcra point. The side that is the heaviest sets on ground, leaving of course the other side sticking high in the air. The challenge for the children and what made it fun was to see if they could get each side to be equal. Both sides having the same weight, the funny thing is what do small children know about weight? Kids would be jumping on and off of either side trying to get the thing to balance. It would go from 2to1, 3to 4, 4to4, 4to2…
When they would be successful they would all cheer, everyone would get off and they would start over again all of them taking turns at who was on what side and who would be the first to sit down.
Ounce in a while you would find one of the children that was either a bit older or obviously had great organizational and leadership skills. They would be standing on the side telling who to get on and who to get off. It was their job to help those involved to find a quicker and easier balance.
In my life I have seen a parallel to this story. I, like the children above have been scrambling around trying to find a balance. My challenge of Balance is between family and ministry.
The vision is clear, the plan is set, the passion and desire are raging… the needs are beyond comprehension, the hunger or should I say the starvation is easy to see both in the physical and even more so in the spiritual! If I wanted I could be speaking in a different church every week. Ministry is knocking on the gate of my compound when I get home. Everyone I meet has a story they all seem to need me…If I am not careful I can find myself on the ministry side, sitting on the ground of the ministry/family seesaw, it is all too easy to become content with what I am seeing…..everyone seems to need me everyone wants me, ministry is good and things are really happening. How do you turn it off? How can you make it work 9to5? Ministry is ringing nonstop on my cell phone. But on the other side sticking high up in the air is my family. Exposed, alone and out in the open to be preyed upon. What do I do? If I jump up and drop everything on the ministry side, my family will come crashing down from that high place where they were exposed and I risk deeply wounding them or even losing them.
Let’s turn it around; Say I have a chance to be part of an awesome ministry! God gives me incredible vision; he shares with me his plans, starts giving me strategies of how I can go about getting there. It is huge, it is scary, yet the Lord shows me over and over again that it is obviously obtainable. It is about a nationwide revival sweeping through my land (Burundi/Rwanda) and in the end effecting whole continent’s.
Where am I? I am sitting on the ground on the family side… I enjoy very much being a Dad! I love my Children more than life and it brings me great joy watching them grow up. My Wife is the greatest gift that God could ever give me besides his son. She is not only the love of my life but my best friend. I often think about how I ever lived before she was part of me. I can honestly see how over the years that Christ is really making us one, just as he says that he and the father are one. I never knew it was possible to love someone so much and only have it grow through time. Yet as I look on the other side I see this incredible ministry protruding high in the sky. It is out in the open easy for people to see it. Many learn about it and want to be part of this amazing vision but have no idea how to get up there to it. I am looking and nothing is happening, ministry is not and cannot be done because it is sitting up to high on the balance for anyone reach. I have the fear, to bring it down means I have to give up some on my family side. So I sit and nothing gets accomplished on the ministry side.
Where is the balance between Family and Ministry??? Where are the Kids (coaches) to stand on the side to help direct what to put on and what to take off in order to find that quicker balance, to make the both equal?
I have watched a great many men and women of God whom have fallen hard on both sides of this balance. One is devoting their all to the ministry with their family falling to pieces and on the other side there are many men and women that have the calling and the possibility to have the most powerful Godly impacting ministries and even may have tried to get started but have never been able to let go enough of the family side. So in time the ministry dissolves into only memories of what could have been. It is sad to think that in this instance many people would quote the scriptures out of the bible that would talk about if any one does not leave his father and mother for my sake, or anyone who puts their hand to the plow and turns back is not fit for the kingdom, or let the dead Barry their own… I have heard these terms thrown around and used a great deal to justify some ones horrifying actions as they abandon their family to run off for the sake of doing ministry, partaking in ministry events, conferences, schools, trainings, etc. These things are not bad in themselves yet are often abused and it is the family that pays the price while daddy or mommy are gone yet another week or month all in the name of working for the Lord. Sad to say but the above terms have even been used for grounds of divorce. This of course all shows an extreme lack of understanding of God his word and the context of which it is to be used and interpreted.
You see I have been on both sides of this balance but only for short times. Yet long enough to see and know that I had the balance way off. As I said above I have watched countless others with huge marvelous powerful ministries, people with an amazing anointing on their life and ministry somehow fall off the ministry/family seesaw and lose both their ministry and their family.
To be quit frank this scares me! I have asked the lord over and over to use me. I have prayed for his anointing to saturate my life and ministry. I have had numerous people with a special anointing and awesome ministry pray for me, as I wanted a double portion of what they had. I learned that it all flows out of intimacy with god. Many of these great men and women spend literally hours in the presents of the lord.
Recently I had a very hard rebuke that came to me through someone close to me who moves very much in the prophetic. This someone was my wife, bless her heart. She told me that my family had become my idol, and out of my fear of losing them, they became my excuse not to move forward in doing ministry or spend the time I need with the God in his presents. She was right!
Yet my struggle still remains, where is the balance between Ministry and family? I want to see God move so badly! I want to see him pour his spirit out on this nation! I want to see revival break out in the heart of Africa! I want to see the dead rise, the lame walk, the blind see!!!
But my first and for most command from God is to have godly offspring, I want my 4 girls to know him and become amazing women of God. I want my marriage to be the perfect mirror image of Christ and the church, the marriage of the lamb. I guess you say that I want to have my cake and eat it to…
I believe that it is possible to have a healthy vibrant marriage and awesome godly family. An at the same time have the anointing of the living God flow through me to see what most call the radical supernatural become the norm. The lord knows how hungry I am to see this happen! He also knows that I have 4 of the most beautiful girls that want time with their daddy, and a wife that desires to have quality time with her husband.
I do not want to see what happened to others before me happen to me. There must be another way…. I don’t want my family to have to pay the price to see the glory of the lord move forward and revival break out.
For the love of balance, there has to be a way….
Please pray for us as my wife and I continue to work out what this looks like, to see God move powerfully through both our family and our ministry.
Friday, July 31, 2009
wait for it....wait for it....
By dictionary.com they describe the word (vision) as follows:
| 1. | The act or power of sensing with the eyes; sight. |
| 2. | The act or power of anticipating that which will or may come to be: prophetic vision; the vision of an entrepreneur. |
| 3. | An experience in which a personage, thing, or event appears vividly or credibly to the mind, although not actually present, often under the influence of a divine or other agency. |
| 4. | Something seen or otherwise perceived during such an experience. |
| 5. | A vivid, imaginative conception or anticipation. |
| 6. | Something seen; an object of sight. |
Vision what a beautiful thing! I really understand why it says in Proverbs 29:18, where there is no Revelation, (vision), divine guidance. The people cast of restraint, perish, run wild. (Quoting KJV, New KJV, and New living)
The crazy thing about a vision, dream, foresight, or whatever you want to call it, when given by the Lord, there are many times when he doesn’t seem to give the whole puzzle if you will, allowing you just to move with him piece by piece as he gives it to you. This of course is called living by faith. Having to just trust in him and what he says to do, when he says to do it and how he says to do it. I have pondered why it is that God does not always give the full picture right away. Of course one of the main things I can come up with is the building of our faith, learning to trust him in the leading of our lives. God also loves to test our hearts to see if we will in fact obey him in his leading. Obedience is a very important facture to him, more important than any of our sacrifices being made.
In my case I have found that the Lord has been spending a great deal of time testing me….A while ago when I was questioning the Lord on things that I was going through and the things that were going on around me and our ministry. He answered me through Deuteronomy 8: (2) Remember how the Lord your God lead you through the wilderness for forty years, humbling you and testing you to prove your character, and to find out whether or not you would really obey his commands.
A testing or shaping and molding to prepare for what he really has in mind for the future of those he knows will obey.
The whole chapter really spoke to me at that time but verse two jumped out and slapped my face! I have past that testing and the Lord has seen my heart, my character has been proven! It was a beautiful moment! The Lord then decided to let me in on a whole other level of his vision, I say his vision because it was never really mine in the first place he was just feeding it to me in bite size pieces so that it was easy to digest. During the digestion process I could enjoy it and therefore take ownership of it. God’s plan the whole time!
So now God decides to show me the big picture! On April 4th 2008 God gives me a dream; you can read the whole story and watch the dream so to speak by clicking the link I have. It is on my Dec.19, 2008 posting entitled (Dreams/visions/tears…let there be God). This was a very overwhelming experience; in my looking back I did not handle it very well. My response was much like Peters in Matt 17 when up on the mountain with Jesus and watching him being transfigured before his eyes. Then sees Moses and Elijah show up and start talking to Jesus, Peter without really understanding the meaning of what is going on or waiting to find out is next, in his excitement blurts out “Lord it is good for us to be here”! (open mouth, insert foot) My take on how the story goes that he is then rebuked but none the less had a very serious encounter with God the father…
I like Peter did not have a full understanding of what God was showing me, nor did I spend time after seeking him on what was to follow next, or what to do with the info I received. No, in my excitement I ran and started blurting out with my big mouth to everyone what I saw and my interpretation of it. Not realizing at the time that God wanted to share more with me. At that time my vision was still a bit limited and I only saw what God wanted me to see. I am learning to be patient and allow the Lord to work things out in his time.
In the past I have written on what God is doing and wanting to do here in Africa, Rwanda, Burundi to be specific, known very well as the heart of Africa.
The Lord spoke to me through Habakkuk 2 (new living) then the Lord said to me, ”Write my answer in large, clear letters on a tablet, so that a runner can read it and tell everyone else. (v3) But these things I plan won’t happen right away. Slowly, steadily, surly, the time approaches when the vision will be fulfilled. If it seems slow, wait patiently, for it will surly take place. It will not delay.”
It will not delay!! It will show up exactly when the Lord intends for it to….
The truth is, there is something happening! There is a real stirring in many of the Africa Nations. There is going to be a Revival that is going to sweep through Africa! An out pouring of the glory of God has only been seen on small scales until now. The Lord is preparing his people all through this continent! When it hits, world watch out! Africa is not longer going to be known as the Dark Continent, but as a Continent of Light! The beauty of it all is I am not standing here on my soap box shouting these things. In the last 5 to 8 years there has been countless people that God has raised up from all over the nations to come here and proclaim, prophecy, and say the exact same things. God is getting ready are we?
I am more than privileged and honored that the Lord of host would ask me and my family to come and help prepare his heart for what he has planned for his people. The heart of Africa, the abandoned, the lost, the forgotten… Not any More!!! For the world will see the glory of the Lord shine from his African Heart!
Slowly, steadily, surly, it will be fulfilled!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Burundi & Brazil...
Last Sunday I had an opportunity that came my way that I could not refuse!
Some of the players from the former Football (Soccer) team of Brazil were here in Burundi to play against the national team. You know the former world cup champions...
They were traveling around different African nations playing some games, handing out foot balls, and raising some awareness on some issues. At least this was my understanding of what was happening. Now I understood why it was when we had taken are girls to the pool on Saturday that it was so busy and everybody was freaking out about these guys...
Let me, let you in on a little secret, I am not like most guys. Don't get me wrong I do like sports. But I am not the kind of guy that knows all the names of every team and who is playing on each team and where they played before they were on that team...etc... You wont find me doing what ever it takes to make sure that I get to see every super bowl or every world cup...
With that said, I do like the game though, I am just not what you would call a die hard. How was I suppose to know who I was saying hi to on that hot Saturday at the pool, or who Jasmin and Yaida were waving at as we walked past them on the beach. I did not know these were the guys that I would be watching play foot ball the next day against the Burundi National team.
Now that I look back at it, it's kind of funny. I got some nice photo's of the game. I guess this goes to show, you just never know who you might meet or who is that stranger you sat next to in the plane. The man or woman that smiles at you in the store or on the street.
All this made me think of something even deeper than that important person who we may have met or got to talk to. The celebrity that maybe shook our hand, etc...
I began to think, I wonder how many times that I have had an encounter with one of the Lords angels or messengers and didn't realize really who was helping me or directing me at that moment. One music artist says it best in one of his songs when he sings "maybe we are entertaining angels unaware"...
I know, you might think, Gosh Travis that is a far stretch from meeting some professional football players, how the hec did you get that one??
But that is how my mind works. One of my mentors once told me that to be a disciple, you should be able to go in to any conversation or situation and come out of it gaining something learning something. You see the word disciple means (learner)! So I guess to be a learner is to be a disciple, one that is always learning and always growing is one who is a disciple.
The question is what are you learning and what are you growing in??? I hope the answer is the ways of the Lord!
Some of the players from the former Football (Soccer) team of Brazil were here in Burundi to play against the national team. You know the former world cup champions...
They were traveling around different African nations playing some games, handing out foot balls, and raising some awareness on some issues. At least this was my understanding of what was happening. Now I understood why it was when we had taken are girls to the pool on Saturday that it was so busy and everybody was freaking out about these guys...
Let me, let you in on a little secret, I am not like most guys. Don't get me wrong I do like sports. But I am not the kind of guy that knows all the names of every team and who is playing on each team and where they played before they were on that team...etc... You wont find me doing what ever it takes to make sure that I get to see every super bowl or every world cup...
With that said, I do like the game though, I am just not what you would call a die hard. How was I suppose to know who I was saying hi to on that hot Saturday at the pool, or who Jasmin and Yaida were waving at as we walked past them on the beach. I did not know these were the guys that I would be watching play foot ball the next day against the Burundi National team.
Now that I look back at it, it's kind of funny. I got some nice photo's of the game. I guess this goes to show, you just never know who you might meet or who is that stranger you sat next to in the plane. The man or woman that smiles at you in the store or on the street.
All this made me think of something even deeper than that important person who we may have met or got to talk to. The celebrity that maybe shook our hand, etc...
I began to think, I wonder how many times that I have had an encounter with one of the Lords angels or messengers and didn't realize really who was helping me or directing me at that moment. One music artist says it best in one of his songs when he sings "maybe we are entertaining angels unaware"...
I know, you might think, Gosh Travis that is a far stretch from meeting some professional football players, how the hec did you get that one??
But that is how my mind works. One of my mentors once told me that to be a disciple, you should be able to go in to any conversation or situation and come out of it gaining something learning something. You see the word disciple means (learner)! So I guess to be a learner is to be a disciple, one that is always learning and always growing is one who is a disciple.
The question is what are you learning and what are you growing in??? I hope the answer is the ways of the Lord!
Anyways, enjoy the few good photo's that I got of the Brazil & Burundi game. It ended at Brazil 1 and Burundi 0, It was impressive to see that the Burundian's had control of the ball the majority of the time...
This almost looks like a Christmas tree outside one of the stadium gates, I counted at least seven guys.
This almost looks like a Christmas tree outside one of the stadium gates, I counted at least seven guys.Sunday, July 19, 2009
Jesus in a three year old...
The other day I saw Jesus, and he was only three years old!
Summer break has hit us, the kids are now having way more time on their hands than Mom & Dad would hope for. This means finding things to keep them from being on each other’s nerves, not an easy task in a place where the pool and beach are the only past times…
We have or I should say that Astrid has been very hard at work in the office, aka (our room) getting everything lined out for our registration and upcoming ministry events. Bless her heart; she is so good at admin and planning!
This means that I am on daughter duty… It is my job to try to keep the girls occupied long enough so that Astrid can focus on the work at hand. It is not so hard, Nani & Zoey are old enough that they come up with all sorts of things to play and keep themselves busy, only once in a while do I have to intervene and pull them out of boredom. Jasmin & Yaida are at that stage where they love to run around and play but also love to do stuff they should not be doing. This means that I am keeping a little closer eye on them. They have in turn become daddies little traveling buddies. Because I am the one to do most of the running around in town and take care of the majority of the shopping, Jasmin & Yaida are my side kicks, oh man do they love it! The car cannot start without them running out to join in the adventure, or at least that is what I believe it is to them…
As we live in Burundi, which is considered to be the third poorest Nation in the world, you can only imagine what we are surrounded by from day to day.
As me and my two traveling buddies are busing around town, I can help but to snicker and laugh a bit as I am picking up on the conversations that are taking place in the back seat between my two three year olds. I begin to ask myself what does this place look like through the eyes of a three year old? What does the poor, maimed, crippled, and blind, look like through their eyes?
I hear things like, “Oh my gosh yaya, (Yaida) look! This poor boy has no legs! He’s sitting in the dirt!” or “Jassy (Jasmin) Look this lady’s arm is weird! Every where they turn it is “look at this, oh my gosh that!” Yet with every statement there is compassion in their voice… Then the questions come… Daddy what happened to them? Why is he look like that? Why does she walk like that? I try my best to explain in a way that a three year old would somehow understand. All of a sudden the questions stop but the statements continue, always drawing one another’s attention to the next big sight. This happens day after day. The girls started asking me for money so that when they come to such poor people they can help them.
Jasmin has been growing in her compassion for the poor and the needy, every time we step out of the car and there is a crippled or someone with withered hand or deformity, she is there… One thumb in her mouth and with the other hand she is greeting them and touching their Ouchy… Yaida is usely right behind or beside her.
One day I had to go to the main market place…. The only way to explain this place is crazy city!!! If you don’t have a problem with Closter phobia then when you’re done you will… almost every beggar in the city is there, pick pockets galore, etc. etc. I usely send one of our local workers so that I don’t need to bother with the insanity. But I really needed to go myself for some reason that now escapes me, anyhow Jasmin and Yaida are with me and I am telling them how crazy it is and that they must hold on to Daddies hand the whole time. As we start in through the small, skinny, overcrowded isles I am having the girls hands and walking as fast as I can (I am focused on where I need to get to...) I feel that I am almost dragging the poor girls so I look down and I see little Jasmin in her own little world, walking as fast as she can to keep up with her fast pace daddy and trying to touch and see all the poor crippled people that are all around us. I tell her to stop touching everybody and just follow me. Ok daddy is her reply. The next thing I know I look over and I don’t have two kids any more but three…. Walking next to Jasmin as fast as he can go is this cute little boy about three or four years old. He doesn’t have any feet, only two little stubs that stop at the knee. He doesn’t have any hands earthier , his arms stop about at his wrist. Yet this little guy was keeping up with us, walking along side Jasmin and jassie had a hold of his little stumpy arm. I almost started crying right there in that crazy market.
A day or two later we are out and about in town again and I park somewhere outside a shop to wait for something. Of course as soon as the car stops the people start coming. (If you stop, they will come…) I see a young boy leading this older blind Muzee (old man), they approach the car asking for money and I try to ignore them. But what do you know jasmin’s window comes down and immediately she is telling Yaida about the poor man who has no eyeballs. The man approaches close enough that Jasmin reaches out to touch where his eyes should be. I stop her and tell her to sit down! Her reply is daddy this poor boy has no eyeballs, what happened? The Lord then spoke to me and said pray for him! I said “ Jassie do you want to pray for the man,to pray that Jesus will heal his eyes?” She was quite a bit with thumb in her mouth then said “yaya (Yaida) you pray for him…” Yaya response very quickly no thank you. Then Jasmin puts it back on me, You pray daddy! I refused that offer and after felt horrible. Did I grieve the spirit of God? Did the Lord want to do a miracle there? I guess I will never know!
Summer break has hit us, the kids are now having way more time on their hands than Mom & Dad would hope for. This means finding things to keep them from being on each other’s nerves, not an easy task in a place where the pool and beach are the only past times…
We have or I should say that Astrid has been very hard at work in the office, aka (our room) getting everything lined out for our registration and upcoming ministry events. Bless her heart; she is so good at admin and planning!
This means that I am on daughter duty… It is my job to try to keep the girls occupied long enough so that Astrid can focus on the work at hand. It is not so hard, Nani & Zoey are old enough that they come up with all sorts of things to play and keep themselves busy, only once in a while do I have to intervene and pull them out of boredom. Jasmin & Yaida are at that stage where they love to run around and play but also love to do stuff they should not be doing. This means that I am keeping a little closer eye on them. They have in turn become daddies little traveling buddies. Because I am the one to do most of the running around in town and take care of the majority of the shopping, Jasmin & Yaida are my side kicks, oh man do they love it! The car cannot start without them running out to join in the adventure, or at least that is what I believe it is to them…
As we live in Burundi, which is considered to be the third poorest Nation in the world, you can only imagine what we are surrounded by from day to day.
As me and my two traveling buddies are busing around town, I can help but to snicker and laugh a bit as I am picking up on the conversations that are taking place in the back seat between my two three year olds. I begin to ask myself what does this place look like through the eyes of a three year old? What does the poor, maimed, crippled, and blind, look like through their eyes?
I hear things like, “Oh my gosh yaya, (Yaida) look! This poor boy has no legs! He’s sitting in the dirt!” or “Jassy (Jasmin) Look this lady’s arm is weird! Every where they turn it is “look at this, oh my gosh that!” Yet with every statement there is compassion in their voice… Then the questions come… Daddy what happened to them? Why is he look like that? Why does she walk like that? I try my best to explain in a way that a three year old would somehow understand. All of a sudden the questions stop but the statements continue, always drawing one another’s attention to the next big sight. This happens day after day. The girls started asking me for money so that when they come to such poor people they can help them.
Jasmin has been growing in her compassion for the poor and the needy, every time we step out of the car and there is a crippled or someone with withered hand or deformity, she is there… One thumb in her mouth and with the other hand she is greeting them and touching their Ouchy… Yaida is usely right behind or beside her.
One day I had to go to the main market place…. The only way to explain this place is crazy city!!! If you don’t have a problem with Closter phobia then when you’re done you will… almost every beggar in the city is there, pick pockets galore, etc. etc. I usely send one of our local workers so that I don’t need to bother with the insanity. But I really needed to go myself for some reason that now escapes me, anyhow Jasmin and Yaida are with me and I am telling them how crazy it is and that they must hold on to Daddies hand the whole time. As we start in through the small, skinny, overcrowded isles I am having the girls hands and walking as fast as I can (I am focused on where I need to get to...) I feel that I am almost dragging the poor girls so I look down and I see little Jasmin in her own little world, walking as fast as she can to keep up with her fast pace daddy and trying to touch and see all the poor crippled people that are all around us. I tell her to stop touching everybody and just follow me. Ok daddy is her reply. The next thing I know I look over and I don’t have two kids any more but three…. Walking next to Jasmin as fast as he can go is this cute little boy about three or four years old. He doesn’t have any feet, only two little stubs that stop at the knee. He doesn’t have any hands earthier , his arms stop about at his wrist. Yet this little guy was keeping up with us, walking along side Jasmin and jassie had a hold of his little stumpy arm. I almost started crying right there in that crazy market.
A day or two later we are out and about in town again and I park somewhere outside a shop to wait for something. Of course as soon as the car stops the people start coming. (If you stop, they will come…) I see a young boy leading this older blind Muzee (old man), they approach the car asking for money and I try to ignore them. But what do you know jasmin’s window comes down and immediately she is telling Yaida about the poor man who has no eyeballs. The man approaches close enough that Jasmin reaches out to touch where his eyes should be. I stop her and tell her to sit down! Her reply is daddy this poor boy has no eyeballs, what happened? The Lord then spoke to me and said pray for him! I said “ Jassie do you want to pray for the man,to pray that Jesus will heal his eyes?” She was quite a bit with thumb in her mouth then said “yaya (Yaida) you pray for him…” Yaya response very quickly no thank you. Then Jasmin puts it back on me, You pray daddy! I refused that offer and after felt horrible. Did I grieve the spirit of God? Did the Lord want to do a miracle there? I guess I will never know!
All I can say is lately I have been seeing Jesus in a three year old!!
My prayer recently Is lord help me to be more like my three year old!
My prayer recently Is lord help me to be more like my three year old!
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Survey Say's..... God!!!!
Wow.... You know my last entry about my story coming back from Rwanda to Burundi??
It has been very interesting at peoples responses when I tell that story, I already knew that the Lord had to have helped me but little did I know how God it was...
In just the last week or two I have had more than three different people tell me either their own story or ones that they have heard about having to stay the night on the side of the road or having to turn around and going to find a hotel or guest house somewhere. I have a real understanding now that it is really not easy to get through that road during curtain hours of the day....Also of the dangers that have been known to happen along the same road.
Thank you God for your Angel's that helped guide me through that almost impossible task. With you Lord all things are possible!!
It has been very interesting at peoples responses when I tell that story, I already knew that the Lord had to have helped me but little did I know how God it was...
In just the last week or two I have had more than three different people tell me either their own story or ones that they have heard about having to stay the night on the side of the road or having to turn around and going to find a hotel or guest house somewhere. I have a real understanding now that it is really not easy to get through that road during curtain hours of the day....Also of the dangers that have been known to happen along the same road.
Thank you God for your Angel's that helped guide me through that almost impossible task. With you Lord all things are possible!!
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