tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594258442619876412024-03-05T19:03:50.283-06:00Brent Thomasdivergent thoughts in a kind of christian wayB. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-12589124267314566692010-03-07T04:40:00.004-06:002010-03-07T05:16:29.441-06:00Lessons Learned<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcyCPrPJHHm3-ll43Vpoa6CsY8ltMm1-rgdaBFwT44x6WboN4cPpviCbkGduBoYLYvbHKSZC1dXxt_tvHjVBh6JJYDqtcR81HRKICaCe77ca5B30cILv4uXbNpLMnEyGHNtkXM1Kn0GGc/s1600-h/Astana+034.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcyCPrPJHHm3-ll43Vpoa6CsY8ltMm1-rgdaBFwT44x6WboN4cPpviCbkGduBoYLYvbHKSZC1dXxt_tvHjVBh6JJYDqtcR81HRKICaCe77ca5B30cILv4uXbNpLMnEyGHNtkXM1Kn0GGc/s200/Astana+034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445847557776186754" border="0" /></a>Friday, March 5th, 2010
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<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="" lang="EN">Enroute, Jeff has been plucking away on his laptop like a madman, shuffling through his detailed notes, and trying to commit our already fading memories to writing. Jeff is a master at observation and analysis. I’m confident he’ll bring order and clarity to the jungle book of experiences we’ve had.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br /><span style="" lang="EN"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="" lang="EN">I think I can speak for both of us in saying that this trip had more of a personal impact on us than we anticipated. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="" lang="EN">
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="" lang="EN">For myself, I learned that my evangelistic zeal is too easily dampened. We have lots of excuses, many good ones, why we don’t open our mouths and share our testimonies more freely. Through our silence we are no longer students of the Great Commission, learning and sharpening our witness in ways that can only be done through practice.
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<br /><span style="" lang="EN"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="" lang="EN">This trip made me realize that we can’t really ‘workshop’ or ‘seminar’ our way to doing evangelism. We really just have to <i style="">do it</i>; share our testimonies with anything that moves, look for that “man of peace” who will engage us. This is Jesus' way of evangelism training. Evangelism seminars are very helpful, we need them. And we also need to obediently follow the Spirit as He shapes in us evangelistic lifestyles.
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<br /><span style="" lang="EN"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="" lang="EN">I’ve found that I’m about three steps removed from the experience of Paul, and Peter, and the other post-resurrection disciples. Their experiences seem other-worldly and surreal. You see, the apostles used a word that we rarely use to describe each other: Boldness.
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<br /><span style="" lang="EN"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="" lang="EN">We admire other Christians for their prayerfulness, or their service, or their kindness, or their gentleness, or their compassion. But rarely do we admire Boldness. When was the last time I described myself as prison-bound, Muslim-confronting, hunt-people-down-every-day, hot-blooded <i style="">bold </i>about the Gospel? People describe me as being Bald, but not Bold (sorry, I couldn’t resist a bad bald joke!).</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br /><span style="" lang="EN"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="" lang="EN">Seriously though, we “evangelicals” think that a brother in Christ probably did something wrong if he offended someone by sharing his faith. If an unbeliever is offended by our testimony, we want to <i style="">apologize</i> for it! There’s something seriously wrong here. Of course if a well-intentioned brother is tactless and unloving as he shares about Jesus' love, that's an incongruity that should be addressed. Even in those cases, though, we should be glad that the gospel goes forward, whether in "pretense or in truth" (Phil. 1).
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<br /><span style="" lang="EN"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="" lang="EN">If you do a search of the word “bold” and its derivatives in the New Testament. You’ll find that its a very important word. The apostles were <i style="">bold</i>. Jesus promised Spirit-filled <i style="">boldness</i>. They got stoned and beat up for being <i style="">bold</i>. Other Christians betrayed them because of their <i style="">boldness</i>. They prayed for <i style="">boldness</i>. And they asked for even <i style="">more boldness</i>!</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br /><span style="" lang="EN"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="" lang="EN">Another take-away from this trip is that the American church has a lot to learn from our brothers and sisters overseas. In fact, we should seriously consider asking some of these Uzbeks, and Kazakhs, and Tajiks to come over here and tell us what we desperately need to hear. So let’s drop any paternalistic notion that missions is a one-way street to non-Americans. We have as much to learn from believers in other countries as they can learn from us. They’re truly our partners and it would be a good idea if they came over here and kicked us in our...back pews. Those Ninjas have a few things to teach us “grasshoppers”.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br /><span style="" lang="EN"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="" lang="EN">Jesus promised that the Gates of Hell will not prevail against the church. If I remember correctly, there was only instance during His life that Jesus indicated that the Gates of Hell were seriously threatened. It was when the disciples went out boldly witnessing, two by two, and Jesus said, “I was watching Satan fall from the heavens like lightning” (Luke 10:18). So, if we think that the Prince of the World has too much sway over our culture, we know there is at least one thing we can do to bring him down...Spirit emboldened witnessing.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br /><span style="" lang="EN"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="" lang="EN">Lets pray and work for lightning to fall in our part of the world.<o:p></o:p></span></p> B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-58210501496108027132010-03-06T05:12:00.004-06:002010-03-06T05:35:59.382-06:00Burgers With V. and J.<span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvxCv75ipOXt36yi7ZyZK4AC1L84hffHngNVr8AzQ5z4dtMHr5mfHSfBsxgj8jMysOvCtrpgnn4B8Qf1FhWB2g_0NWAAvcunhfNurseqbMrTclrxI3gJbibZuniYBCTle-o8G7pdI9srQ/s1600-h/Almaty+016.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvxCv75ipOXt36yi7ZyZK4AC1L84hffHngNVr8AzQ5z4dtMHr5mfHSfBsxgj8jMysOvCtrpgnn4B8Qf1FhWB2g_0NWAAvcunhfNurseqbMrTclrxI3gJbibZuniYBCTle-o8G7pdI9srQ/s200/Almaty+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445482060451112210" border="0" /></a></span><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN">Thursday, March 4<sup>th</sup><o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN">For their protection, I cannot tell you where these 2 guys are from. They live in a place where Islam is radicalized and Christians are being mobilized.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN">Over a Thursday night re-entry meal of burgers and hot dogs I sat mesmerized for over an hour as they shared their lives and their lifestyles. I can’t tell you their real names, so let’s just call them V. and J.<o:p></o:p> V. knew some English so he did most of the talking.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN">V. shared how he had carried on a witnessing relationship <span style="font-weight: bold;">with a local mullah</span>. The mullah agreed with V. <span style=""> </span>that he needed Jesus. And he knew that his sins had not been removed. He said he lived with his sins daily and that he realized he needed a savior. But he explained to V. that his family had problems and the salary was very good for being a mullah. The mullah moved to a large house and V. lost track of him.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN">Struggling to find the right English words, V. recounted for us his encounters at the mosque. Yes, they sometimes go to the mosques to talk about the Lord with people. V. said, “<span style="font-weight: bold;">I prefer to talk with the radical Muslims</span> instead of the nominal Muslims. We don’t try to bring down Mohammed. By using the Koran itself, we lift up Christ higher than Mohammed.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN">I asked V., <span style="font-weight: bold;">what accounts for so many converts to Christianity?</span> (in one area, 35 out of 100 witnessing exposures were led to Christ). He said, “People see dreams. Dreams of a man in a white robe. All of this happens before we have a conversation with them.” One man had recurring dreams of this kind so he went to a church. He became a Christian and the dreams stopped. Others have experienced miracles in their lives. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN">We talked further about the strategy that these church planters use to reach people: <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Four Fields Approach</span>.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <ul><li><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN">Field #1: Entry<o:p></o:p></span></li></ul> <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN"><span style="">a.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN">Do prayer walks.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN"><span style="">b.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN">Share your testimony and find a “man of peace” (Luke 10:5-6); that is, someone who is open to a relationship with you.<o:p></o:p></span><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN"><br /></span></p><ul><li><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN">Field #2: Evangelism.<br /></span></li></ul><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN">In the context of a friendship, continue to share basic Christian truths with your new friend.<o:p></o:p></span><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN"><br /></span></p> <ul><li><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN">Field #3: Discipleship. </span></li></ul><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN">Cover essential Christian practices and truths. Encourage them to reach their friends, following your example of ‘Entry’ and ‘Evangelism’.<br /><o:p></o:p></span> <ul><li><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN">Field #4: Plant a Small Group (house church).<o:p></o:p></span></li></ul> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN">We asked S. (the director) how he and the other church planters stay motivated, since evangelism in such hostile environments must be draining.<o:p></o:p> “One thing I’ve learned,” he said, “is that<span style="font-weight: bold;"> my motives must be pure</span>, and that I am sharing my faith totally for the glory of God.” He continued, “Evangelism isn’t natural for me. I used to shy away from sharing my faith because of fear, especially with Muslims,. Now, my personal focus is to worship God. Now I eagerly share my faith daily.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN">If you are still reading this post, pray now for these brothers and sisters in Christ in the same way that Paul requested the prayers of the Ephesian believers (Eph. 6:19-20): “...and pray on my behalf, that utterance may be given to me in the opening of my mouth, to make known with boldness the mystery of the gospel, for which I am an ambassador in chains; that in proclaiming it I may speak boldly as I ought to speak.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-627137739944394412010-03-04T10:23:00.005-06:002010-03-04T10:40:25.381-06:00NINJAWednesday, March 3<br /><br />After my first decent night’s sleep in over a week, we enjoyed a second face-time with S. over instant coffee, a "sausage" and 3 eggs sunny side up (really a bologna omelet), toast, and jam. I’ve found that knowing the language here doesn’t mean that a person can communicate with waiters or shop owners any better than we can. However, we got something close to what S. ordered for us.<br /><br />S. delved into a preview of the material that he would share at the conference later this morning. He wanted to address a problem: 2nd, 3rd, and ensuing generations of small groups stop reproducing and evangelizing. S. introduced a strategy that a friend from Japan is employing: NINJA Groups. A NINJA Group is a group of no more than 3 people and a leader who agree to pursue some intense disciplines every week; such as, engage in evangelism (or service), read 25<br />chapters in the Bible, report back to the NINJA group with total transparency.<br /><br />The purpose of the NINJA groups is to preserve the original DNA of passion and service for the Lord with key leaders.<br /><br />After breakfast we headed out to the conference and I gave my 30 minute devotional to the gang from Jn. 16, through an interpreter. You would love to meet this guy (my interpreter). He has such a cheery disposition. I’d especially like to get to know him better in the future. People who know both Russian and English said that the interpreter’s version of my talk was better than mine (they laughed so I think they were kidding). Really funny, guys.<br /><br />After an early lunch, the group broke into 2 discussion groups (Turkic language and Russian). We walked a few cold blocks back to the hotel. My cold is letting up a bit and is allowing me to sleep, so I napped while Jeff and S. went weight-lifting.<br /><br />I found out later that Jeff tugged on weights while S. was giving his testimony to someone at the gym. We don’t know if this was the same guy that S. told us is a male stripper (I assume S. means that he’s not the kind of stripper that removes paint, but I refuse to conjure any other images in my Pastoral mind). I think the Kazakh word for that is YUCK!<br /><br />After Jeff’s and S.’s new afternoon ministry time, that I’ve dubbed Weights and Witnessing, we went out to eat with the church planter boys at Chuck’s Roadhouse BBQ (actually Chuck’s was what I dreamed about during my naptime). Instead (back to reality), we ate supper at a restaurant that could have boasted "the Best Pork Kabobs east of the Caspian Sea". At least that would have been my marketing plan for their lip-smacking kabobs.<br /><br />The rest of the evening was ours and we spent about an hour and a half of it trying to get my last posting loaded onto the Blog (the internet is running slow, unlike our intestines). I haven’t yet seen what they have on TV here so I did some channel surfing while waiting on the internet.<br /><br />Some TV programs here are rip-offs of American programs. I’m so proud that the very best of American programming (aka, Reality Shows) are of such high quality that other countries can’t wait to copy them! (I’m piling on the sarcasm here).<br /><br />Well, we had 10 gift bars of this awesome Kazakh chocolate to bring home before Jeff (like Satan) tempted me to share one with him. Now there are 9 (sorry, Missions Team that bar was intended for you!).<br /><br />Seriously, it’s an honor to spend time with these church planters. They are earnest about evangelism and multiplication. They do it, they pray over it, they measure it, and they mean it. This calls me back to my authentic Xian roots.<br /><br />Tomorrow, Thursday, is our last full day here. S. will meet us at the restaurant at 7:30am. We’ll connect with an American from Iowa for lunch, after the morning sessions. I think we’re supposed to do some bowling in the afternoon.B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-29938388946415236812010-03-03T07:06:00.003-06:002010-03-03T07:34:17.096-06:00Prying Eyes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvmG0JFLuHgnUfxkH_jooIay8Kd8bxogwNUTXjxZmuNZQdrM36Xu3Kt4Tkbu7k6LyxMpyo1iTFstb25eUg9TmEoZvB3wWuEWtGer1i_5h1tlkJw_FLd0qhkzAs3asCOwB91j9KnOSHPAo/s1600-h/Astana+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444397680794597826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvmG0JFLuHgnUfxkH_jooIay8Kd8bxogwNUTXjxZmuNZQdrM36Xu3Kt4Tkbu7k6LyxMpyo1iTFstb25eUg9TmEoZvB3wWuEWtGer1i_5h1tlkJw_FLd0qhkzAs3asCOwB91j9KnOSHPAo/s200/Astana+001.JPG" border="0" /></a> I apologize for not posting for a while. Between a hectic schedule, traveling to Almaty, and nursing a bad cold, anything I would have written would have been unintelligible. Plus, now we're wrestling with painfully slow internet service making it difficult to add a post to my blog.<br /><br />Sunday morning we had ch. at a new facility. Their grand opening at a new location. Even with that, the flock attracted 3 new guests. I found that is a common occurrence since AB came to town. They used every chair in the place and we said goodbye to several wonderful people we met in Astana.<br />I have pictures but I'm cautious to post them here. I've found that the cryptic messages I get from certain regions in the world are truly justified.<br /><br />In fact, although I don't think I've violated any protocol in any previous posts, from now on I'll practice, "better safe than sorry", or, "loose lips sink ships."<br /><br /><p>During our travels I've found...<br />-Its not unusual that staff hours would be devoted to using novel encryption programs to keep sensitive information from prying eyes.<br />-Workers lower their talk to a whisper or use substitute terms when other ears are near.<br />-Good, energetic ch. planters are dropped from a Xn agency without explanation because the guy in charge suspects that the planter has an undercover disciple.<br />-Licenses are strange things around these parts. Some dude in some office somewhere can make you reverse course pretty quickly...and the victim apparently has little say in the matter.<br />-I can't take pictures of people's faces. I can only take them of their hats (see pic). Actually, Jeff kept making a big deal out of the women's fur hats that I just had to take a picture of one. Fur hats are fantastic...and enticing. I used all of my will power to keep my hand from reaching up and rubbing them! </p>L. greeted us in Almaty. We ate a late Monday lunch at a little local dive across from the Jepperson Hotel. I don't care to go back there because I had to dismiss myself because of the 'revenge of Genghis Khan' (if you know what I mean).<br /><br />We met S. for breakfast on Tuesday and proceeded to the conference. Jeff opened the day with a rousing message on 'The Power of the Word". The guy is a Bble fiend...Scriptures jabbing out all over the place! Great job, Jeff!<br /><br />After a great wrship time, several area guys gave reports on their successes with seeing people respond to the "message" (how's that for cryptic?).<br /><br />Then S. gave some pointers, from the Mslm holy book, on how to use it to convince a person of that inclination to incline another way (wow, talk about a cryptic sentence! I should write the next Bourne movie!).<br /><br />We had a great meal with S. and his lovely wife, who looks like a sheik's princess.<br /><br />Tomorrow, Wednesday, we'll get more face time with S. And I give my Devo to you-know-who at the you-know-what about the Holy (blank) Who convicts the world of sin, righteousness, and judgment. For my next post you'll need to eat a lot of Malto Meal so you can order the special decoder ring to decode what I write.<br /><br />And, to the wacked out guy with prying eyes sitting at a dated computer in some crowded cubicle in a covert government building trying to figure out what I just said in this post...get a life! Loosen up and find a non-voyeuristic job! (I know its government policy around here to monitor radical activity in order to keep the peace...I understand that. It still doesn't help me like it when my brothers go to jail for it).B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-39619031811672190792010-02-26T18:31:00.004-06:002010-02-26T19:22:51.054-06:00Don't Eat at Short TablesWe enjoyed a couple of important meetings on Friday. The first was a chicken and mashed potatoes lunch with an update from AB. We postponed the afternoon tour of Astana for a short retreat to the King Hotel to repair some jet-lag. And we met later with B., the local director of the organization. <br /><br />AB picked us up again at 6pm to drive along Astana's unlined roads to B's house. En-route we met a a young, on-fire Occupational Therapist from Amsterdam who is considering a move from the outreaches of Kazakhstan to join the good work of Green Pastures. When asked, this guy (sorry, my jet-lagged brain is losing names) expressed displeasure with some compromises of the "church" in his home country of the Netherlands. This guy seemed to be the real deal, though, giving it all up to serve God and others in a very foreign country.<br /><br />AB dropped us at the newer home of B. and A. and their 4 children. B. is the director here. We got acquainted over snacks of nuts and dried fruit before we hustled off to a Kazakhstan Philharmonic Orchestra performance. We found some cool pyramid-shaped building called something like The Center for Peace and Understanding. <br /><br />The performers, outfitted in classy, fur-lined native dress, performed on dombras and an entire string section. As they played, I thought that the music would provide a fantastic soundtrack for a movie. It really was very professionally done and, surprisingly, pleasing to the ear.<br /><br />We stepped out of the concert early and headed back for a great meal prepared for us at B.'s. I tried to sit on the floor cushions surrounding a short dinner table. I found that I can still cross my legs! However, by dessert time my right leg was asleep. And by the time I stood up to leave, you couldn't convince me I had a right foot. It took me three tries to slip on my right shoe. <br /><br />By the way, what's with the painful tingling when a limb "wakes up"? Why can't it just wake up in a painless way instead of shouting, "Hey, dummy, NEVER do that to me again!?"<br /><br />I don't think my grimaced smile convinced our hosts that I really did have a good time.B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-48907097289570618162010-02-26T17:34:00.004-06:002010-02-26T18:29:20.801-06:00Hope in a Concrete ApartmentGreen Pastures never got a review from me in this blog, so let me pause here and do that now. Our first appointment on Thursday morning was a stop at Green Pastures, a humanitarian service for disabled children under the age of 17. Green Pastures regularly handles over 200 cases of autism, head trauma, downs syndrome, cerebral palsy, and more. Yes, all in a 3 room, refurbished apartment! <br /><br />But, Green Pastures is nothing like its name. Buried on the 2nd floor of a crowded concrete apartment complex we walked through the multi-locked steel plate door (common in KZ) and up some cracked tile steps to a 2+ bedroom apartment. This converted apartment is a beacon of HOPE for parents of disabled kids who have no real help for their struggling children. A small bedroom is their "administrative office" and another bedroom is sparsely outfitted with some rugs, pillows and random items that can help the children here. Another room boasts a donated, but new, powered physical therapy table. <br /><br />In fact, Hope is one of the organization's names for this agency. Staffed with real professionals, I couldn't believe this talented line-up: a registered Dr. from Astana, an MD from Singapore, other supported physical therapists and support staff from Germany, KZ, and volunteers from the local fellowship. The parents of these patients stubbornly refuse to follow the advice of the majority of medical professionals who routinely shuffle these cases to neglectful government facilities. Or, worse yet, they regularly misdiagnose the condition of these people and prescribe too much of the wrong kind of medication.<br /><br />Green Pastures' staff members, many of whom find support outside of KZ, build long term relationships with their patients' families in order to bring them to the One who gives true Hope.B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-39402776110308336712010-02-25T10:53:00.007-06:002010-02-25T12:06:36.161-06:00Half A World Away<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjViQKwS5uz8h4jGWGpWdszwPqah5tLF5sxZoUZut2Qxess6cCtujNj2bfbAJ6ZTC7oj4D5ocqE2GAaHnsdN82elpQ9n0cy4vG8yf8w1y7RJ9JoA-78TE2KqQinu8ld_B-Y6FZ8oTzXgus/s1600-h/IstanbulOrtakoyArea+(3).JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjViQKwS5uz8h4jGWGpWdszwPqah5tLF5sxZoUZut2Qxess6cCtujNj2bfbAJ6ZTC7oj4D5ocqE2GAaHnsdN82elpQ9n0cy4vG8yf8w1y7RJ9JoA-78TE2KqQinu8ld_B-Y6FZ8oTzXgus/s200/IstanbulOrtakoyArea+(3).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442242175578909282" /></a><br />We finished up in the Orakoy, waterfront, district in Istanbul (see pic) and shuttled off to catch a plane to Astana.<br /><br />Now we're officially, and exactly' 12 time zones away from Ames...Halfway Around the World! When I was a kid, there was a saying that if you drilled a hole down far enough and crawl through it, you'd end up in China. None of my friends at the time knew there was another country to the west of China, or what it was called. I'm there now, and its called Kazakhstan (land of the Kazakhs).<br /><br />The 5+ hour flight over 4 time zones from Istanbul was uneventful, except for the fact that we checked in around 6:30am at the King Hotel amid flurries of snow. My travels are starting to remind me of a bad Jr. High retreat...no sleep and strange food.<br /><br />The King Hotel is spacious compared to the closet (called a double room) we stayed in at the Erboy Hotel (actually I really liked the Erboy. Mahmed, a waiter in the hotel's restaurant, really made us feel welcome).<br /><br />The trip from the Astana Airport (modern, with typically unsmiling passport agents) featured a quick tour of this Boom Town of Central Asia. Our taxi driver drove at double the speed limit but would interrupt his tour guide chatter to suddenly slow down. Then he would speed up again. He explained that there were speed traps along the route and he would slow down just as he passed them, only to build his Mercedes up to ramming speed once again. Somebody ought to write a book on impractical government ideas.<br /><br />We passed all kinds of new buildings; most notably a gold crowned mosque, built by some Saudi sheik. Scattered along this route my jet-lagged brain remembers slurred descriptions of embassies, oil ministry buildings, a new soccer stadium, and a bicycle track. Although who knows what we really passed at 120km/hour?<br /><br />We slept til noon. and had breakfast (or lunch?) at 1pm Kazakh time, after which I tried to catch up with my emails and take a quick nap. AB met us at the hotel at 4pm to grab a cup of coffee with one of his partners, referred to here as M. (sorry for the name abbreviations but the Kazakh's are snoopy about partners like this, if you know what I mean ;-).<br /><br />M. runs a real retail business that helps people learn English and find connections with you-know-who. We enjoyed an interesting conversation with this servant.<br /><br />Then we hustled a few blocks over to AB's 4th floor apartment in his Volkswagon SUV where we dropped some gifts on him, like Slim Jims, taco seasoning, and a chunk of cash donated for AB's van repair/purchase fund from some caring Ames people. His kids are totally delightful and you can tell immediately that they have had a lot of love...all 5 of them!<br /><br />Others of our particular persuasion showed up for some tea and desserts. Then we (actually, They)sang two songs in Russian. What a great group! Medical people, students, fellow workers, new people, professional people all joined together. This was their first night for this type of meeting so they let us Americanos join in their 2-Truths-And-A-Lie Game. Most of them are conversant in English and Russian, so we all had some good laughs. They then worked on signing people up or organizing something, although I'm not sure what it was?<br /><br />AB dropped us off at a popular Kabob place where I downed some lamb-kabobs (not my favorite) and some mashed potatoes. We walked 15 minutes in sub-zero cold to get back to the King Hotel.<br /><br />Tomorrow, we'll meet up with more partners and get a tour along with a concert!B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-46720066425612128042010-02-23T10:32:00.007-06:002010-02-25T10:53:19.964-06:00Days 3 & 4 in Istanbul<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuty0l6X_hJipD3Sy__ciIDDi8QP3N1MJ7kWGHPdG52C8kbQCXcSyqksh9slf6gKcVwggxqLEKf5xq2ZTxR5RPuY326zLZpdAwQOWNfjLYqXMg19K50j4raMpQSpvPjaCEYpWFSWNXvoE/s1600-h/IstanbulGrandBazaar+(7).JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuty0l6X_hJipD3Sy__ciIDDi8QP3N1MJ7kWGHPdG52C8kbQCXcSyqksh9slf6gKcVwggxqLEKf5xq2ZTxR5RPuY326zLZpdAwQOWNfjLYqXMg19K50j4raMpQSpvPjaCEYpWFSWNXvoE/s200/IstanbulGrandBazaar+(7).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442104160616937986" /></a><br />Jeff and I met with D. and A., veteran "workers" in Turkey. Through their in-the-trenches insights and my casual observations from touring around the old city, we discovered a few things about this place:<br /><br />1. Essentially everyone is culturally Muslim (obviously).<br /><br />2. The Muslims proselytize using booklets and spiritual guides in their mosques.<br /><br />3. They brush their hands back and forth to express something that is denied or dismissed. (its hard to explain this)<br /><br />4. Even though Constantinople (Istanbul) was the seat of the Christian church for over 1,000 years, any remnants of Christianity was erased. We saw one church (St. Sophia, now a historical monument converted to a mosque) and some Byzantine ruins. The rest is covered over or wiped clean. There are only about 3,500 Christians in this country (Turkey) of 70 million. Jeff and I had a great discussion with D. and A. over plates of fish. "What about the "Lamps" of the Seven Churches of Revelation; have they been removed?" D. explained that there are two believers in one of those cities (Smyrna), and handfuls of the faithful in the others. The city associated with modern day Ephesus, Selcuk, has about 150 practicing Christians. "If the Lamps haven't been removed, they are only dimly lit." A "church" here in Turkey is comprised of perhaps 8 people and a lay leader. Some of these pastors are the fruit of D. and A.'s work in the 80's and 90's. <br /><br />5. Honor and Shame run deep here. B. reminded us that this is a Shame-based culture.<br /><br />6. The people are generally noble (proud) and they don't want a hand out. A friendly Turk helped us get the right ferry token and I wanted to pay for his token also (only $1), he wouldn't take it. This is understandable, but we even tried to tip the taxi driver more and he wouldn't take it! <br /><br />7. I've seen people selling packages of Kleenex, but no beggars.<br /><br />8. There is no persecution here but there is certainly harassment. Each person is assigned an identification card that states one's religion. One Christian young girl applied several times for a driver's license. Her request was rejected each time because her identification card indicated that she was a Christian. A friend of hers inquired with the agency's supervisor who upheld the denial for a license based on her religion. D. and A. said that Christians lose jobs or are denied work because of their faith. There is no overt persecution, but the Turkish government does make it hard to proclaim Jesus.<br /><br />9. Years ago, the Turkish government legitimized churches that own a building (usually decrepit older structures). Most of those churches are the old brands of orthodoxy. The real hurdle here is that any other church without a building is not legitimate. Protestantism is viewed as a kind of cult.<br /><br />10. The Grand Bazaar is...bazaar! (see pic) This underground Turkish flea market features hundreds of meters of windy, shop-lined walkways. Vendors aggressively hawked and bartered their wares, everything from jeans and perfume to scarves, rugs, and jewelry. Rather than allowing myself to get annoyed by these persistent salesmen, I decided to go on the offensive, and it was fun! One teen tried to get me to come into his shop to sell me some jeans. He had the fashionable jeans with factory stress marks (holes) in the legs. I asked him why I would want to buy jeans with holes? He laughed, kind of. <br /><br />Next stop: catch the red-eye to Astana, Kazakhstan.B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-78763285625441261442010-02-22T10:55:00.010-06:002010-02-22T15:37:25.012-06:00A Conversation with B.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVyXNN4OAxak4j9PZDiICJbsJg352bQUo51MNYFzBboiZ0E_s2-sn_Z3Qxjrll8C1WANlhEoBzqtSPNMXxup5oq3i4dMxUxbj4oNw-pTLJpWS9bK_PmyGrgil6trsGaJaj1aZUqOPl4c/s1600-h/IstanbulCamlikaPeakJeffBrent).JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVyXNN4OAxak4j9PZDiICJbsJg352bQUo51MNYFzBboiZ0E_s2-sn_Z3Qxjrll8C1WANlhEoBzqtSPNMXxup5oq3i4dMxUxbj4oNw-pTLJpWS9bK_PmyGrgil6trsGaJaj1aZUqOPl4c/s200/IstanbulCamlikaPeakJeffBrent).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441179023030302306" /></a><br />B.'s story:<br />Chapter One: Move an 18 year old Turkish Muslim woman half way around the world to Iowa.<br />Chapter Two: Bring her to Christ through a believing cousin.<br />Chapter Three: Nurture her faith through a college ministry.<br />Chapter Four: Call her to full time ministry.<br />Chapter Five: Move her back home to Turkey to reach her people.<br /><br />But B's story reads more like a romance novel than a history book. Its a story of how God drew and wooed a tender heart to Himself.<br />Since most Turks aren't very welcoming to the Christian faithful(that's an understatement), I can't mention B's name in this post. But I can tell you that B. is a fireball; outgoing and zealous for her people to know and love Jesus just as much as she does. <br /><br />She's zealous and jealous. Jealous for the emerging Turkish church to be pure and to not be swayed away from Jesus. I silently prayed for B. as we were sipping strong Turkish cay (tea) at Camlica Peak (see pic). Sitting nearby were women who proclaimed their faith with a head scarf. And if it is worn in a particular way, those scarves become Badges proclaiming their devotion to a certain political/religious sect (kind of like female gang signs? Is there such a thing as a Turkish Home-girl? Is this what it means to be from the 'hood'? (I digress).<br /><br />B. doesn't have a badge. Her outward distinctions are a contagious smile, exaggerated hand motions with occasional soft hand claps, and a meditative "amen" (pronounced 'ah-main') used to humbly acknowledge a compliment thrown her way. <br /><br />As I left B. I wondered, "What can one fragile young woman do in a major city of 15 million Muslims (Istanbul)?" This city is a huge megalopolis (yes, this is a real word. I don't know what it means, but its a pure-dee real word). This place with lots of buildings and people strategically rests at the connecting point of Europe and Asia." <br /><br />Actually, B. also wonders what good one person can do. She dismisses any suggestion that her small team is out-manned by millions of Muslims. With a small shake of her head and an earnest, determined spirit she says, "I am hopeful that God will do great things. I need to be patient and love the Turkish people." <br /><br />After a taxi ride back down brick streets to the 'feribot' (ferry) and a quick exchange of hugs, it was like God had used B. to man-slap into me a more determined spirit (I don't want to be sexist here ladies, but a man-slap is usually harder than a lady-slap).<br /><br />So, thanks for the unintentional rebuke, B. I evidently needed it.<br /><br />Tomorrow, Tuesday: the Grand Bazaar (some kind of underground shopping mall where vendors get really mad at you for not buying their stuff), the Blue Mosque, and another place that is unpronounceable (like everything else around here).B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-24531182135552410422010-02-22T00:49:00.002-06:002010-02-22T01:38:21.900-06:00A Conversation with TolgaI half dozed through the wailing call to 6am prayer in Istanbul. I was reminded of yesterday's conversation with a rug dealer, Tolga, who earnestly expressed his displeasure with blending politics and religion. Tolga reminds me of my nephew Levi, long black hair with a Genghis Khan kind of look. In fact, Tolga said that Mr. Khan was his ancestor, and that the American Indians were also of his expansive lineage and would play a key role in the end of the world. <br />Tolga is from the biblical town of Ephesus, farther south in Turkey. Not having a rug sale yet that day, he invited us into the back of his shop for tea. I think Jeff, my travel buddy, thought I was permanently jet-lagged for agreeing to sip tea with a stranger. Anyway, we sipped and talked. <br />Tolga lost his father when he was 17. He traveled to Japan with a "friend" who left him homeless there for 3 months. He made it back home, but somewhere in his story, a 70 year old American missionary to Turkey started working with him (since 2005) to bring him from his blended brand of Islamic/Indian folklore to Jesus. <br />Tolga isn't a Jesus-follower yet. But, I can't help but think that our chance meeting on the streets in the old city is a part of God's plant/water/reap strategy. <br />When Tolga found out that we are Christians, he called his American missionary friend, Daryl Richman (sp.), in California. This dear Christian missionary briefly filled me in on Tolga and asked me to read something encouraging about the Christian life to him. Jeff recommended the book of Ephesians, since Tolga is from Ephesus, and I read aloud. The passage is about how Tolga's elders in the first century were reminded by Paul that they were disobedient. But, by God's infinite mercy, He led them to His grace in Christ. <br />We barely escaped Tolga's shop without buying a rug. Hopefully, more on Tolga in a future post.<br />Next stop...Berna at the ferry landing in Uskudar.B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-62073721875567453112009-10-08T16:46:00.004-05:002009-10-08T17:30:54.166-05:00From Apathy to ParalysisA youth ministry buddy of mine, Tyler Parsons, polled high school students in his youth ministry. These questions really got me a thinkin'. Here's what Tyler found out...<br /><br />Things we’ve heard/read/been taught but not sure we believe them or questions we have:<br />-All the stories (i.e. Jonah, Daniel, Noah, Moses) – did all that stuff actually happen or are they just illustrations?<br />-“Baldy” and the bears – 2 Kings 2 when bears maul the youth…God wouldn’t do that.<br />-If Jesus turned water to wine and gave sight to the blind why doesn’t that stuff happen anymore?<br />-Another student commented: maybe it does happen just works differently now…(i.e. doctors/medicine/etc.)<br />-Predestination…?<br />-Can God be surprised?<br />-Why do we pray? Does it make any difference?<br />-If God is love, is love God?<br />-KJV…? Why all the different versions/translations of the Bible?<br />-Weren’t some things lost or misunderstood in translation?<br />-Limbo…? Do people really believe that? Is it real? In the Bible?<br />-Genesis 1:26 – plural reference to God?<br />-How do we know which religion or denomination is right? How can we know that we are?<br />-Does the Bible change over time?<br />-Tattoos & Piercings<br />-Women with long hair/short hair?<br />-Jesus drank wine, why do Christians say alcohol is bad?<br />-God and the problem of human suffering/evil<br />-Can a person have an addiction and still be a Christian? <br />-Why do some people get “cured” from their addictions and others don’t? are they “better” Christians?<br /><br />These questions point out for me a new awareness.<br />I've always known that students have a lot of questions. That's healthy. But what I'm becoming more aware of is the number, intensity, and scope of their questions/doubts about God and the Bible. The questions from Tyler's group carry all kinds of assumptions about life, authority, and truth from all kinds of mental frameworks. These questions reveal sophistication. And not only that, its truly overwhelming to think of these questions as the tip of an iceberg of questions/doubts that students wonder about every week. Plus, these students' questions seem to convey elements of genuine doubt. Overwhelming!<br />I don't know about everyone else, but when I'm overwhelmed I become paralyzed. Maybe our students aren't apathetic. Maybe they are Spiritually PARALYZED! Paralysis looks a lot like Apathy. You don't see much movement in either case. But I think the treatment for Spiritual Paralysis might be more challenging. <br />With apathy, the student doesn't want to move. In the case of paralysis, the student might WANT to move forward spiritually, but she CAN'T.<br />So, I'll leave you with this question, if our students are paralyzed, how can we help them?B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-16219574375046652422009-07-11T22:26:00.004-05:002009-07-11T22:39:24.182-05:00I Stink at Some ThingsSue sent this blog link to me with some comments (below): http://www.techherding.com/2009/04/celebrate-what-you-suck-at/<br /><br />"For far too long the Christian community fell into that ridiculous trap at yearly evaluation time by elders where the laser was focused on weaknesses under the guise that we are supposed to be "balanced". God never created us "balanced", i.e., with the potential to be good at everything. <br /><br />"That's one big lie from the pit...we end up spending all our energy on things He created other people to shine at and only have time to function in a substandard way within our own strengths because we've run out of time to focus on improving our strengths. Did that make sense?"<br /><br />It sure did! I married a great gal, huh?B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-24206498415916691852009-03-31T14:40:00.001-05:002009-03-31T14:42:09.167-05:00Get Ready for your Egg Roll CompetitionI strongly encourage you to begin this fantastic Easter tradition for all ages. Let me know if you do it this year: http://brentthomaslive.blogspot.com/2008/04/thomas-egg-roll-competition-2008.htmlB. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-37686409781384239852009-03-16T13:35:00.002-05:002009-03-16T13:44:46.357-05:00Could This Be True?The Christian Science Monitor posted an article predicting the demise of Evangelical Christianity. One directive I gain from this article it that we need to be more Spirit-Directed and perhaps less "Strategy-Directed". <br />I'm curious to see what you think about the article: http://www.csmonitor.com/2009/0310/p09s01-coop.html <br />(sorry, for some reason blogspot wouldn't let me embed this link)B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-54026525652981648542009-02-11T00:15:00.003-06:002009-02-11T00:30:06.139-06:00Who is Fighting for Your Heart?"How many of you have someone who is fighting for your heart?" Only a few raised their hands. There was an awkward silence.<br />This was a question I asked a group of high school students in a seminar I led at the Impact Conference. Although the response didn't surprise me, it did sadden me. For me, the group's response seemed to underscore their collective loneliness. At the time I wished I had a hundred arms to reach out and give each kid a hug.<br />How can we hope to walk through life in a meaningful way and never be able to point to someone who has chosen to be our strong ally?B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-90730338964722092302009-01-23T11:54:00.004-06:002009-01-23T12:07:17.200-06:00What Frustrates You About Youth Ministry?I think the group of youth workers I meet with are awesome. We asked each other to respond to the question, "What frustrates you about Youth Ministry?" The answers revealed a group of young men who really care about kids and who get mad when kids aren't treated right.<br />What Frustrates Us...<br />Church board discussions where they talk about the thermostat in the gym rather than how we can reach the unchurched.<br />Getting a phone call before every event by the same parent asking, “What time is it?”<br />Kids who don’t come because they have a relational problem with other kids.<br />Loving a needy kid.<br />Parents’ bad influence of kids.<br />“Country Club Christians”.<br />Being without a senior pastor.<br />Church parents who tell daughter, “You’re at church too much.”<br />Sponsors who call 2 minutes before the event to say they won’t be there.<br />Parents who wrongly believe their kids are perfect.<br />I’ve been constipated for about 3 days.<br />Sr. high kids with no passion; bad attitudes.<br />Getting the leadership to listen to me.<br />Getting the parents to catch our vision.<br />When one kid doesn’t come and then the other kids don’t come because others don’t come.<br />Eighteen year old boys whose mothers do all the work for them.<br />Elders and deacons who don’t get on board.<br />Not being taken seriously by the elders.<br />Losing a large senior class.<br />Not feeling like I’ll ever thrive financially in ministry.<br />Not getting a mental break from ministry.<br />Leaving a church and find out that no one is caring for your youth group.B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-73744086866030036152009-01-12T06:46:00.005-06:002009-01-12T07:24:24.828-06:00Effective Ministry: Don't Build a House in a Graveyard<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgVETjBefO0MaA6bgWMyGUCjJCjg8YrndvMo5mHVg9c-qjy2Cs0mDCzWrptrCpqleHbQJAZX1psHgg36Z01PvTuXpiSqw7ucLWRheGzHrsmeVC-rZEBiNbioxOAIckaVMSGqsfHAjTfI/s1600-h/DSCI0585GraveyardHouse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgVETjBefO0MaA6bgWMyGUCjJCjg8YrndvMo5mHVg9c-qjy2Cs0mDCzWrptrCpqleHbQJAZX1psHgg36Z01PvTuXpiSqw7ucLWRheGzHrsmeVC-rZEBiNbioxOAIckaVMSGqsfHAjTfI/s200/DSCI0585GraveyardHouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290397125617943570" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">A friend of mine said, "Don't build a house in a graveyard." We were talking about church planting. His obvious point was that we should find ministry spots that yield fruit. Don't waste precious resources for no gain.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Jesus modeled and taught his disciples this principle: "Whenever you enter a house, stay there until you leave that town. [11] And if any place will not welcome you or listen to you, shake the dust off your feet when you leave, as a testimony against them." Mark 6:10-11 (NIV)<br /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I think this principle can be applied on a large scale (church planting) or on a small scale (individual, personal).<br />Here's what I need to do to avoid building a house in a graveyard:</span> </span><ul style="font-family: arial;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Listen to God's Spirit throughout the day. He'll lead you to the right people and situations. </span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Avoid comfortable endeavors that don't produce fruit.</span></li></ul>B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-31581023252704399972009-01-07T05:28:00.004-06:002009-01-07T06:05:25.279-06:00That's Why I Do It<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNLr07oYHbgGHxbpoT-zbxQg0-5eRhGG6LkZ8lQsPd4BUjYbqwSzKzBXHdQhvoq4nGbL6y5OPnO8MEaociO59ydEdqC1UUrVs-j3Wz7IFzek82t-6VhiyfMksWD2yQqC9GVFWmjOpDPlc/s1600-h/IMPACT+_onecolor.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 92px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNLr07oYHbgGHxbpoT-zbxQg0-5eRhGG6LkZ8lQsPd4BUjYbqwSzKzBXHdQhvoq4nGbL6y5OPnO8MEaociO59ydEdqC1UUrVs-j3Wz7IFzek82t-6VhiyfMksWD2yQqC9GVFWmjOpDPlc/s200/IMPACT+_onecolor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288518061841868738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Dozens of high school students were clustered in pairs and 3's and 4's with caring youth workers. I walked back and forth between the groups, praying, looking at the intensity of kids dealing with God, and, more importantly for me, filling my soul.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> <a href="http://www.youngendeavors.org/">Thomas Young</a> had challenged 900 students to come to Christ on Saturday night at the IMPACT conference. After a year of planning by our team we got to see the fruit. This is why I direct the IMPACT conference...</span><br /></span><ul style="font-family: arial;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">A youth leader shared that 5 of his 15 students came to Christ at Impact. With a gleam in his eye, this volunteer leader said he will have to "reassess his youth curriculum for this coming semester" ( by the way, who wouldn't want a 30% conversion rate in their ministry?).<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">A 16 year old girl followed up with me after my breakout seminar...she wants to stop cutting and burning herself. She wants to one day wear a wedding dress without scars showing.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Something hit home with another girl in my breakout; she was in tears talking with a caring adult.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Another kid shared with her leader her struggle with sexual identity issues.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">A junior is close to giving Christ his life.</span></li></ul><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I need to reassure myself more frequently, "This is why I do what I do."</span></span>B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-3705149803909061602008-12-26T09:49:00.002-06:002008-12-26T09:55:30.546-06:00I'm Jaw-Dropping Speechless<span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://newcovenantliving.blogspot.com/2008/12/does-this-sound-like-good-worship.html">Pastor Jack's blog</a><span style="font-family: arial;"> tells about a couple of astonishing worship services in area churches. How to have an extra-marital affair and a live strip tease to Santa Baby.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I'm speechless.</span>B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-76364855864182118222008-12-22T11:02:00.004-06:002008-12-22T14:12:08.268-06:00Mark Your Turf with Meaning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXcI_IcjhVUFQq9dATBLqtf-JS9w0-aqngtdkYt0bY2kfGvDoE4BVNmGJs55NRCHZIlH_C2b9mA8ZFFKC5_6wtVfoIkYm6s3mRYegKumibyNl3O-pmfFq1hF_q6DIbnlV_K-0RC8voewI/s1600-h/bulletin+board.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXcI_IcjhVUFQq9dATBLqtf-JS9w0-aqngtdkYt0bY2kfGvDoE4BVNmGJs55NRCHZIlH_C2b9mA8ZFFKC5_6wtVfoIkYm6s3mRYegKumibyNl3O-pmfFq1hF_q6DIbnlV_K-0RC8voewI/s200/bulletin+board.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282709005471706082" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Recently I moved from the off-site youth offices (aka, "Scranton") to the church (aka, "Corporate"). So I was faced with the decision of what to put on the walls of my office and on my bulletin board. I like to put up things that spur me on. Because I need visible reminders, I mark my 'turf' with meaningful items:</span><br /><ul style="font-family: arial;"><li>A 35 year-old page from Our Daily Bread about not wasting time. My mom sent it to me when I was in college.</li><li>My Open Water Diving Certificate.</li><li>Two 20k, Dam to Dam, Race Numbers.</li><li>My Personal Mission Statement.</li><li>10 Maxims that guided me in youth ministry.</li><li>A quote from Thoreau that I copied from my daughter's bulletin board: "Drive a nail home and clinch it so faithfully that you can wake up in the night and think of your work with satisfaction."</li><li>Sir Francis Drake's Prayer.</li><li>Monthly Ministry "WINS" will be the next items going up on my wall.</li></ul><span style="font-family:arial;">I'd like to know how you mark your turf with meaning?</span>B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-17534728740132260442008-12-19T20:22:00.005-06:002008-12-19T22:20:43.087-06:00Embrace Ministry Sadness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQFuIR3rJVv2gbfQd5zw_cTqLZ84cNR_Di50yczcB5pTbjOxQskAg4gHZMTPYXGEbivM15TTYFRVshJCzyI8fg9LxOvdvqbnjpXsSPbg8Akb8SiEPfAlwqgkFP3oefZxZAI4WwadIHoBs/s1600-h/Mike+Sol_Storm+Of+Sadness+.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQFuIR3rJVv2gbfQd5zw_cTqLZ84cNR_Di50yczcB5pTbjOxQskAg4gHZMTPYXGEbivM15TTYFRVshJCzyI8fg9LxOvdvqbnjpXsSPbg8Akb8SiEPfAlwqgkFP3oefZxZAI4WwadIHoBs/s200/Mike+Sol_Storm+Of+Sadness+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281715435015912818" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">When I signed up to do ministry I saw hope and promise for people who find Christ. What no one really told me was how much pain people suffer. And, coming from a healthy home, I couldn't project how much sadness I would carry for others...<br /></span></span><ul><li><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Ministry sadness is Jamie (I changed the name). At 19 years old, she had a 15 month old son whom she had to give up to foster care because she couldn't provide for him. The boy's dad lived with Jamie on her minimum wage, part time salary. Then, Jamie got pregnant again from a different guy. This guy then went to prison for who knows what. She was months along in her pregnancy and had no prenatal medical care. Still sleeping around.<br /></span></span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Ministry sadness is the freshman guy who has no one to care for him. He smells and has greasy hair because no one has trained him to take care of himself.<br /></span></span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Ministry sadness is the adult man in tears because of his financial failure.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Ministry sadness is my frustration for so many who are unresponsive to Jesus, or who reject wisdom, or who are stuck.</span></span></li></ul><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">How do you overcome ministry sadness?<br /></span></span><ol><li><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sometimes you just have to embrace the sadness. That is, cry.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I'm not designed to carry my ministry sadness alone. And sharing it with others doesn't really relieve it. Only the Comforter's shoulders are broad enough to bear ministry sadness. Only Jesus shed tears of blood.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Remember, we hurt a lot when we care a lot.<br /></span></span></li></ol><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">What gives you ministry sadness? How do you overcome ministry sadness?<br /><br /></span></span>B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-64057470182194126812008-12-14T19:31:00.004-06:002008-12-14T19:45:52.172-06:00Stuck?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZJqy72BfWcAK1_Xha4jTjRHUoDWBFBThBwiOB9g4SnIt1mmMx9Ng57OH_Y9dG_3qS0Xg_j-2DIiFMYovLK6LTBarpqlx6k9eHAWR4XiLxnWP3RYoFIT4ECeAnY2d4LrvkrNk4F_5vyg/s1600-h/excalator-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZJqy72BfWcAK1_Xha4jTjRHUoDWBFBThBwiOB9g4SnIt1mmMx9Ng57OH_Y9dG_3qS0Xg_j-2DIiFMYovLK6LTBarpqlx6k9eHAWR4XiLxnWP3RYoFIT4ECeAnY2d4LrvkrNk4F_5vyg/s200/excalator-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279826843676326962" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">After watching this popular <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oRBchZLkQR0">video </a>I thought...<br /></span></span><ul><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">What am I expecting others to do for me that I'm unwilling to do for myself?</span></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">What makes it more appealing to me to remain where I am rather than to move ahead? What gratification do I gain from staying put?</span></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Who am I blaming for my current status?</span></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">How do I convey my expectations onto others?<br /></span></span></li></ul>B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-66710893116950715802008-12-13T11:35:00.006-06:002008-12-13T12:35:06.325-06:00Killing Time with the Fam<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9PKIIE1iESNQ5qgrVM7l9OHbZ0fPhLIYrw8oJdS1xN3RBRBR2aYIyV2F9wyZsSJ6J3epNx6RlHX6hL_-4XGrLWxuMnGTvZenXOMx8mNQB6KzJZzkID2QFvXnYukkQIFr6C6xwAIZ-WRA/s1600-h/ShamusPoop.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9PKIIE1iESNQ5qgrVM7l9OHbZ0fPhLIYrw8oJdS1xN3RBRBR2aYIyV2F9wyZsSJ6J3epNx6RlHX6hL_-4XGrLWxuMnGTvZenXOMx8mNQB6KzJZzkID2QFvXnYukkQIFr6C6xwAIZ-WRA/s200/ShamusPoop.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279333675261569234" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Here are some of the 'funner' things we've done as a family over the Christmas break. Some are traditions, some 'r not...<br /></span><ul><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Take one of the FREE personality or intelligence tests at <a href="http://testdex.com/personality_tests.html">Testdex</a>. Compare results.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Share a Christmas eve Breakfast. Turk on the TV comedy Scrubs calls this 'Brinner'.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Open one present on Christmas eve and the rest on Christmas morning.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Take a picture of the "present" that Shamus left for us under the Christmas tree.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Play speed Scrabble.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Play Amy Grant's Christmas album and see how long it takes for Shannon to complain.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Catch a movie.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Play Nerts.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Play Upwords.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Play Rummikub.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Read the Christmas Story, of course.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">When the kids were little we'd build a fort out of a refrigerator box, build a mattress slide down the stairs, build a fort with blankets and couch cushions, play indoor tackle football with Dad, get bumped onto the couch cushions on the floor.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Cook and bake experimental goodies (usually they're Very Good!).<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">This year I'd like to deliver some of those experimental goodies to neighbors.</span></li></ul><span style="font-family:arial;">What do you do with your family at Christmas?<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /></span>B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-1145292886917164692008-12-06T00:20:00.004-06:002008-12-06T00:50:57.734-06:00See You Whole in Heaven, Christopher<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdxYJu0O_0Zrqu_9NmZRzmXkxHmzlx5qzTvENWxu5M7cNybasPL0-RhQxNVFf_Lx-jNNZxqStxHXNAaC0mzwqQDnZ3gkgjwK6khfD5GsdMEX2OedaDMWv-5-9sURec1LVFeH66pPECaoY/s1600-h/empty+wheelchair3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdxYJu0O_0Zrqu_9NmZRzmXkxHmzlx5qzTvENWxu5M7cNybasPL0-RhQxNVFf_Lx-jNNZxqStxHXNAaC0mzwqQDnZ3gkgjwK6khfD5GsdMEX2OedaDMWv-5-9sURec1LVFeH66pPECaoY/s200/empty+wheelchair3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276561730967358338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">While Christopher was in his mother's tummy she got a virus. We don't know why, but at that crucial stage Christopher's brain didn't form right. Today, not too long after 24 years of speechlessness, sightlessness, and too many other limitations, we celebrated Christopher's wholeness at his memorial service. I was honored today to bless his caregivers and his parents, Denny and Deb. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">One lesson I've been learning lately:<span style="font-weight: bold;"> the closer we get to human need, the closer we get to Jesus</span>.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"> "Then the King will answer, 'I tell you the truth, anything you did for even the least of my people here, you also did for me.' </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Matthew 25:40 (NCV) </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /><br />And...my daughter Shannon is 24. She was born a couple of months after Christopher. Shannon's serving Jesus and growing in life in Iowa City. I'm humbled, puzzled, glad, and sad.<br /><br />Oh...and I do so wish that Denny could have fulfilled his dream to study Greek with his firstborn son. Maybe someday...<br /><br /></span>B. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236268382480712069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659425844261987641.post-18224207169335742722008-12-03T10:27:00.004-06:002008-12-03T10:49:18.821-06:00What I Learned NOT to Do in Youth Ministry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikI48Woi-krx816jdO4Xhyphenhyphen2Z_d2mSCDzj4R40ZsCo1QPUCRZMnbSagtX_pBqKEJiqmDAevpZ35eBuuZgpJL-clfKXb5R80670IfepsU-3z72qlgjC_VP5lyyjIpjDYYE9jZ8nrYKvT2CE/s1600-h/stupid-logo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikI48Woi-krx816jdO4Xhyphenhyphen2Z_d2mSCDzj4R40ZsCo1QPUCRZMnbSagtX_pBqKEJiqmDAevpZ35eBuuZgpJL-clfKXb5R80670IfepsU-3z72qlgjC_VP5lyyjIpjDYYE9jZ8nrYKvT2CE/s200/stupid-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275606764500991186" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">Here are the results of an off the cuff survey of Youth Pastors.<br />What I learned NOT to do in Youth Ministry.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> I learned...</span><br /></span><ul><li><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">Not to send 5 guys down a zip line in one harness.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">When re-enacting the crucifixion with a nail and hammer, don't assume the female volunteer will move her hand.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >No matter how responsible teens seem to be, don't leave them unsupervised.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >If guys go outside to make snow angels, make them wear shorts.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >Not to take myself too seriously.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >Not to gossip.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >That I should not back up on an interstate entrance ramp with a van load of teens.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >Not to read emails in the wrong place.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >Don't doubt the janitor dude.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >Jump at the <span style="font-style: italic;">same </span>time onto the Blob.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >Don't let teens play the Salt Game that can send them to the emergency room.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >Not to interrupt parents before they tell their <span style="font-style: italic;">whole </span>story.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >To be careful with what I tell my mother.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >Not to do the Birthday Spanking Gauntlet.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >To keep my mouth shut.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >To never shut off all the lights.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >Not to take the van load of teens to Hooters.<br /></span></li></ul><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span>B. 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