Saturday, September 15, 2012

1st summer at WFR

 "He departed from there by boat to a deserted place by Himself...And when Jesus went out He saw a great multitude; and He was moved with compassion for them, and healed their sick." John 14:13-14

  Oh where to begin!  It's been over three months since I've posted and so much has gone on that I don't know what I'll all get to writing down?!  I think this verse sums up a bit of how I've been.  This summer was amazing from the moment the first bus of campers arrived and tears of joy filled my eyes, to training high school and college age women to clean toilets as if Jesus were going to use it, to pouring into these same women for Christ, to grow as a team with my co-workers thru long hours of work and riverside bonfires and night swims and doing all this all over again from day-to-day, week-to-week, month-to-month and so much more in-between.  It left little down time, but was worth it for the opportunities I had to serve others and guide them to fall more in love with Christ.  I did get one or two days off each week where I'd explore a destitute place on our property to sit and be alone with Christ.

  Each month there was a new set of volunteers that came out to the canyon to work in a variety of departments.  In housekeeping I had about 20 ladies each session from all over the world (most from the US but a couple from other countries).  It was fun working along side them and encourageing them in their walk with the Lord.  I was encouraged by them as well that they would give up a month to come and serve all because they want others to come and know the Lord (Young Life is an out reach to the unchurched if you didnt already know).  I was challenged in so many ways being a leader and communicating with my co-leaders to work as a team for the same purpose and heart (Philippians 2:2), also having one-on-one time with the ladies to seek them out, show their loved, encourage them in the struggles of this world, combat lies and be a friend.  We would have theme days where we would all dress up crazy, we would sing while we worked, we'd play "screaming feet" or "ninja" while we waited for campers to leave a building so we could go clean, we'd have contests who could plunge a toilet the fastest, we'd memorize scripture together, we'd have night washboard parties, we'd stop for a Sassy treat (name of our snack bar), we'd wear bags on our head when we had to disinfect a lice room, we'd share lives together!
  When I wasn't working I would go to some of the camper events like the county fair/festival in the soccer fields, square dancing (my favorite!), the camp speaker talks, work crew/summer staff talent shows, and waterslides.  I also went kayaking and floating down the river with a friend who had the same off day as me or go for a long hike around the property or just lay in my hammock reading for hours.  I think I went in to town once every three to four weeks (however long I could go without grocery shopping).  I've gardened a bit and for the change of soil from Wisconsin to the dry desert of Oregon I still had wonderful lettuce, cilantro, basil, spinach, kohlrabi, and more than I can keep up with zuccihini.
  My parents came out for a week and got to be adult campers.  They loved it and created some great friendships with other adult guests and most importantly with Christ!  My dad even loved embarrassing me while I gave a making bed demonstration tell everyone that he taught me those hospital corners.
  It's now back to off-season camping and still seem just as busy but without all the extra volunteers.  We had two Spanish speaking groups in at the end of August so I was super excited to give my clean up speech to them in Spanish.  Unfortunately for the first group I forgot the word for pillowcases so as one of the tables in the back of a room of 300+ people started yelling the correct word I heard incorrectly and ended up saying a swear word in Spanish.  Everyone broke out in laughter and I tried to play it off as if I didnt know what I just said and finished the rest of the speech, but man none of my co-workers are letting me live that one down.  I made sure I remembered the correct word for the next week group.  I'm back to helping host groups during the off-season, with this weekend being a women's retreat so it's nice to have a change up a bit.  
  My two roommates are both seasonal hires so they'll be leaving shortly and I'll be in a 6 bedroom all by myself.  There's not any options really for any singles out here :(  I had a four day break last weekend and went to a friends cabin, then camping and hiking at Crater Lake and then hiked South Sister (the third highest peak in Oregon) with some of the year-long interns.  Their year is coming to an end and a new set of year-longs move out in October.  I'm coming on almost one year at the canyon.  I'm still loving it and so blessed to be apart of this ministry! 

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Then I washed you in water; yes, I thoroughly washed off your blood, and I anointed you with oil. 10 I clothed you in embroidered cloth and gave you sandals of badger skin; I clothed you with fine linen and covered you with silk. 11 I adorned you with ornaments, put bracelets on your wrists, and a chain on your neck. 12 And I put a jewel in your nose, earrings in your ears, and a beautiful crown on your head. 13 Thus you were adorned with gold and silver, and your clothing was of fine linen, silk, and embroidered cloth. You ate pastry of fine flour, honey, and oil. You were exceedingly beautiful, and succeeded to royalty. 14 Your fame went out among the nations because of your beauty, for it was perfect through My splendor which I had bestowed on you,” says the Lord God. Ezekiel 16:9-14

What an amazing picture this is of how Christ cleanses us and adorns us no matter how filthy of sin we are.  I love the last part saying our beauty is perfect because of Jehovah's splendor.  That is for sure true beauty!  The rest of this chapter goes on to say how Jerusalem idolatrated her beauty and splendor that the Lord bestowed upon her.  Things that seemed a "small matter"(v.21) to them where a huge matter to the Lord.  How too it seems in the Christian world today of making light sin ("sex scenes in movies are normal to view," "sex before marriage is what everybody does these days," "getting drunk is needed to relax from a hard work week," etc), but just because it's the norm today doesn't make it ok in God's sight.  There's a song that has some lyrics that say "break my heart for what breaks your" and how much can we say today that our heart breaks for the sin in this world not just among the unbelievers but what is in the believers as well.  I'm just as much as guilty at this as whoever is reading this is, but man this book of Ezekiel is rockin my socks off lately of God's grace, justice, love, commands, extremes, that is challenging me to live for Him alone continually and admit I'm broken and how lucky I am to be a believer today (the book of Ezekiel was just before the captivity of Israel, a very scary time, yet I wonder if the people then would be scared to live today for the increased evil since then?!?!?!)

Ok well summer camp craziness starts tomorrow basically and I'm pumped!  I had a few days off earlier this week to get some outside adventure in before my days off become my days of relaxing in my hammock all day to catch up on rest.  In three days I went to a rodeo in Sisters, OR (biggest rodeo in Oregon), went hiking at Smith Rock (every rock climber's dream), and went kayaking all day on the John Day River which is basically our backyard out here.  So yes a lot of adventure and fun and a nice treat after the last month of camp groups in every day.  There was a weekend of adventure-a-thons called Wild Canyon Games that has all these crazy intense competitions over three days (many teams were star Nike athletes, military, etc).  Seeing these people and their intensity reminded me of the verse where Paul says he beats his body to make it subject to him and running in a way to win the prize.  I had a couple of friends who formed a team and placed really well among all the others and it was fun to watch them when I could while I was in the background cleaning up (lol).  

Well I was just hoping to write a little bit before high summer season starts and I'm not sure all what to expect.  I appreciate everyone's comments and encouragements and updates.  I pray that the Lord will be glorified in whatever your doing day-to-day and that we can have a heart that breaks for what breaks His.

Friday, May 11, 2012

 "Now the man from whom the demons had departed begged Him that he might be with Him. But Jesus sent him away, saying,  'Return to your own house, and tell what great things God has done for you.' And he went his way and proclaimed throughout the whole city what great things Jesus had done for him." Luke 8:38-39


I'm back from a 10 day missions trip to Nicaragua.  I can't even describe fully how much this trip was to me.  I was so blessed to go back to where I worked for a summer seven years ago (2005) with Young Life/Vida Joven.  The second I stepped off the plane it smelt like Nicaragua (which to describe it may sound unpleasant to most but to me a sweet aroma: burning garbage).  I was met by the missionaries who where there seven years ago the first time I was there but have now retired and continue to live in Nicaragua.  I spent the day with them around Managua and later met up with the missionary of Vida Joven as we waited for the rest of my group to arrive at night.  They actually ended up missing their flight so arrived the following morning.  I got to the hostel late that night and went right to bed.  When I woke up the next morning and entered the kitchen to get some water I greeted the cooks and all of the sudden felt a kick (thinking one of the cooks just kicked me) and as I turned around it was Jesse, one from the group that wasnt suppose to arrive till the morning, or so I thought because he ended up making the connecting flight unlike everybody else.  Jesse doesn't speak any Spanish and has never been to Nicaragua so you can imagine how horrible I felt and just jaw-dropped as to how he even got to the hostel where I was.  


Well that day we went to an orphanage in Managua.  It was my first time ever being in an orphanage.  It was an incredible experience, seeing how much the little kids and babies crave attention and how much love and human touch they need.  We spent the morning with the older kids (2-6yrs) playing games, going for a walk, snack, jungle gym time and taking turns picking them up or holding their hand.  The afternoon I got to be in the baby room that had five infants 2-10months old.  I got to feed, change diapers, rock, and sing to them.  We had a Bible song CD in Spanish that we sung to them and left there as well.  I also read a book I translated before going that I read to the older kids that shared the gospel called Twice Yours.  I think the most amazing picture I saw that day and probably the whole trip was when one of the guys in our group was in the baby room and he was holding one of the babes and when he began to speak all the other babies in the room turned their heads toward him and their eyes were looking for him.  It made me think how important a father-figure is in a child's life and how even as infants they desire that and how much we look for our Heavenly Father when we feel His presence.  Also thinking of that loving touch makes that just sending money to Nicaragua can't do.  Later that night we went to a YL club which was fun to experience and participate in and then went to bed exhausted.

The following day we headed to Matagalpa where we split in pairs to do home-stays.  When I arrived a handful of people where shocked and excited to see me.  They had no idea I was coming and were so happy to see me again after 7 years.  It was so great seeing them again and catching up with them, especially now that my Spanish is a lot better now than 7 years ago.  The home-stays was most people's favorite part of the trip because you really got to experience the culture and live like a Nicaraguan for a couple days.  We later went to the YL camp for the next five days.  This is where I mostly lived when I was there for summer staff.  Again I shocked some faces when they saw me.  That for sure was one of my highlights of the trip of reconnecting with friends I had seven years ago and being able to jump right in to where we left off and if not get even closer for the few days I spent with them.  One of the guys who works at the camp still had a picture of me and him in his workshop!  Well each day at the camp we did a work project during the day and then spent the nights doing a camp activity and hangout/devotional time.  I built bunk beds and transplanted banana plants to make shade for more coffee plants (the camp sells coffee to bring teenagers to camp).  I got to work alongside some from my group and some Nicaraguans each day and loving every moment laughing, singing, reminiscing, and sharing life.  During our lunch breaks we'd play a pickup game of soccer or basketball.  

Each night was something new and exciting.  One night we went to the Labyrinth, which was new since I've been there.  A labyrinth isn't a maze b/c a labyrinth only has one way and you can't get lost.  It was night when we went to it and we were all given candles and each walked through the labyrinth alone so that we couldn't see anyone in front or behind us.  While we walked through, which took about 15 minutes, a couple of the Nicas serenaded us playing the guitar and singing Spanish praises.  When everyone arrived at the center there was a cross and we all sung songs together and then shared what we just experienced.  It was amazing what I felt and thought during that time alone with the Lord, thinking of how we walk by faith and not by sight b/c I couldn't see infront of me except for the little candle light but knowing that I'd end up at the cross.  This is something they do with all the campers that come to camp.  Another night our group of 8 were incharge of leading evening activities so we taught a few games, sang some songs, two of us shared our testimony and did a devotional. Other days we did things like hiking, zip line, canoeing, card games, Frisbee golf and just hanging out with one another.   

It was so hard to say goodbye.  Everyone was telling me to not let it be another 7 years to I return.  I hope so too.  Not that I feel called yet to move there, but as a couple people said to me throughout my time there that they "enjoyed seeing me in my element," makes me wonder if one day I'll be there for a longer period.  There's so many more stories that I want to share but not sure if people would continue to read if this were any longer.  But as Jesus told this man He healed in Luke 8 and told him to go and tell what great things God has done for him, so I want to go and tell of all the marvelous things I have learned, experienced and seen Jesus, who is God, do.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Fear and Trembling

"Therefore, my beloved, as you have always obeyed, not as in my presence only, but now much more in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling; for it is God who works in you both to will and to do for His good pleasure." Philippians 2:12-13


Last week there was a cougar attack 100 yards from where I live.  It wasn't an attack on a human but a deer.  A couple days later the hunting team found not one but two cougers near the camp village property and shot killing them.  This got me a little nervous to go on any runs by myself but then I thought of the time I came across a bear in the Smoky Mountains all alone and I escaped that scary encounter reminding myself of the proverb that it's better to run into a bear and her cubs than a fool in his folly.  I think the same thing can be said of a cougar (although I'm not sure a bear bell works).  It's still a very scary thing to think about what you'd do if you encountered a wild animal yet do we have that same fear when we come across a fool, one who openly goes against our Christ Jesus?  What about when the Bible says we are to fear the Lord?  Is that the same kind of fear?  I do think there are different types of fear, one being the kind that you pee your pants you're so scared and another an awe or reverence like one is before a king or president of not wanting to mess up anything in-front of them (which I guess could make one poop their pants too).  The apostle Paul here is encouraging the Philippians to continue to preach Christ no matter what the circumstance and the world thinks and acts; to not be quiet about the good news of Jesus even if it's an awkward situation or makes someone uncomfortable.  I know I don't want to fear man more than I fear God whether judgement or honor.  I don't want to regret later when we're in the Kingdom that I could have displayed more faith.  There are some people it's easier to share the Lord with and others that are more challenging for me (one for sure is family which we see even Jesus' earthly family had a hard time believing Him during His ministry).  


(Above is a video of what I do at my work.)


In four days I'm off to Nicaragua for a short-term missions trip, back to the Vida Joven (Young Life) group I worked at the summer of 2005.  I'm leading a group of 8 of us and we'll be going to an orphange, serving and participant with Young Life clubs in the cities, and working at the YL camp in the mountains doing some construction and harvesting coffee (so get your orders in if you want me to bring you some home!).  I'm super excited to reconnect with many friendships I created seven years ago and see what God has in plan for not only the 8 of us but all the people we'll be around.  I get a high speaking in Spanish so I'm looking forward to translating for those in my group who do not speak the language, but also to experience the culture and way of life again that opens my heart and eyes to see God working in so many more ways than I can imagine.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Well it's Friday morning here in the canyon and it's my first day off after a two week work stretch.  I'm sitting drinking some coffee on my couch and was thinking about this holiday weekend and how I'd like to share with you all what's been going thru my mind: "What's so "good" about Good Friday?"  Read the message below about the offense of the cross Christ died on and not just thinking about this time of year that a bunny is preparing treats for everyone.

The Offense of the Cross


During this holiday when we remember and commemorate the death and resurrection of Christ, I think it may be beneficial to discuss the death of our Lord on the cross and what that really entailed.  Paul talks about the “offense of the cross,” but I think that sometimes we have no idea what he was talking about.  Thus, let us discuss some of what actually went on when one was crucified.

Imagine with me for a minute that you yourself are a first century believer being crucified for your faith in Christ.  What exactly would you go through?  Let us take up the story as you are being led through the streets to the place of your crucifixion.  You are carrying your cross, or at least the crosspiece, and this clearly marks you out as one who is about to be crucified.  The cross is heavy, of course, but not so heavy as the contempt being poured upon you from many of those you pass by.  Crucifixion was a form of capital punishment reserved for the lowest of the low.  Rebellion and murder were the usual offenses for being crucified, and so the general populace would look upon anyone being led away to be crucified as a despicable individual.  You would face the constant jeers and ridicule of those along the way as you were led to your place of execution.

Then, you arrive at the place of crucifixion.  You are stripped of your clothes, and the soldiers lay you on the cross.  The nails are pounded into your hands and feet, which, needless to say, is extremely painful.  As you are lifted into the air and your weight is shifted unto those nails, you are thinking only of the pain.  Then, once you are raised into the air, you discover something else.  Your position and the way you are hung pulls on your lungs and does not allow you to breathe.  In order to take a breath, you will have to push yourself up by the nails in your feet.  The pain of doing this, of course, is excruciating, but when you shift back down again, your weight is then more on your hands, and so they hurt more.  Plus, now you can’t breathe again!  So you have to develop a terrible rhythm of pushing yourself up and then relaxing again to take every breath.

Finally, however, you get this rhythm down, and start getting used to the pain enough to look around you.  The first thing you probably notice is that you are high up in the air.  Crosses were not little short things.  The Bible describes it as “hanging on a tree” (Acts 5:30,) and the pole you are on is indeed high enough for you to look as if you were in the top of a tree.  Moreover, you have not just been crucified in some out-of-the-way place somewhere.  Rather, you are hanging right next to one of the main roads going into and out of the city!  Many people are going past and can see you hanging on the cross.

The cross was not just meant to punish the condemned.  It was also viewed as an advertisement sign to warn people away from rebellion against Rome.  A cross was similar to a highway billboard today, and was set up to proclaim to all passing by on the busy streets, “This is what happens to those who rebel against Rome and break her laws!”  As such, you as a person being crucified were a living advertisement for living peacefully under Rome’s rule and obeying Rome’s commands.  Just imagine being hung on a billboard along the highway in our day and you get the idea.

But then, seeing all the people passing by and looking up at you, you suddenly realize that you are hanging up there totally naked!  Your first reaction might be to instinctively try to cover yourself…but you forgot the nails in your hands!  Ouch, that hurt!  There will be no modesty for you.  You just have to hang there without clothes in front of everyone.

The cross wasn’t just meant as a physical torture.  It was also a total humiliation.  In all our pictures of Christ on the cross we always have him wearing some nice little underpants or a loin cloth.  Well, those are just to keep our pictures of Christ on the cross from being X-rated.  No one wants to see a naked Christ on the cross.  But the fact is that He was naked, as were all those hung on the cross.  We can see this from John 19:23, where the word translated “tunic” in Greek is the word “chiton,” which means a garment worn next to the body.  Underwear, in other words.  The victim of the cross was not allowed modesty.  Part of the torture was the humiliation of public nudity.

Finally you might start to come to grips with being so embarrassed.  Then you would start to notice that, although you are in the view of all, you are so high in the air that you are cut off from anyone else, except perhaps those crucified near you.  Up on your cross high in the air you almost have to shout to be heard by anyone and for anyone else to hear you.  You might be in everyone’s view, but at the same time you are very alone.

And you start to realize that you are not only alone, but also helpless.  Perhaps a bird comes and lights on your head.  Normally you could shoo it away, but with your hands nailed down there is nothing you can do but feebly try to move your head to get it to go away.  It might peck your eyes out and there is nothing you could do about it.  If a storm blows up, there will be no way for you to shelter yourself from the rain or in any wise protect yourself from the elements.  But if no storm arises, then there is the hot sun beating down on your head.  There is no shade, no shelter from the hot eastern sun, while hanging on a cross.  No wonder you would get thirsty and call for a drink!  Yet if you do so, the soldiers will gladly offer you a drink…of vinegar.  You might be so thirsty that you could even choke that down, but it would hardly be a pleasant or relieving experience to drink such a thing. 

Isolation is one form of torture.  But the ingenious thing about the cross is that it offered both isolation and public humiliation.  It’s a hard thing to accomplish both at the same time!  But, although all the while being on display for the world to see, the victim of the cross was also cut off from the world up in the air on that pole.  The world seemed to watch at a distance, and the cross became a place of isolation.  No one was near you to offer comfort or consolation.  Although you were in public, you were also very alone.  This was another facet to the ingenious torment of the cross.

But as you get used to feeling cut off and isolated on the cross, then at last comes to you perhaps the worst realization yet, and that is that none of this is killing you.  The nails are pounded into spots chosen by long experience, and the blood flow from these well-supported areas soon slows as the blood clots.  You will not bleed to death.  Moreover, the exercise of lifting yourself to breathe, although strenuous, is nothing that a healthy, strong individual couldn’t stand for a very long time.  Unless you are weak or sickly your muscles will not give out any time soon, and the incentive to breathe keeps you from purposely staying down and suffocating yourself even if you tried to do so.  The elements, although annoying, do not necessarily kill, and certainly not quickly.

So how will you eventually die?  Well, if you’re lucky, perhaps a thunderstorm will come up and a lightning bolt will strike the high pole of cross that towers in the air and thus end your life quickly.  Otherwise you may hang up there for hours, or even days, before either sunstroke gets to you, your heart bursts from the strain, or your muscles give out and leave you to suffocate to death.  None of these things are quick, and all of them are certainly less-than-desirable ways to die.  History records that some victims of the cross could hang up there for days before exhaustion and exposure finally got to them and ended their lives.

This was indeed perhaps the most horrible way to die ever invented.  It combined extreme pain with total helplessness and the feeling of being trapped.  Then there was total isolation, but at the same time total public humiliation.  Probably a worse combination of circumstances under which to die could not be conceived.

Which brings us to the real message of the cross.  We know that Christ died for us.  Yet at first this might almost appear to be a gratifying thing.  To think that God died for us might make us think that we must be pretty special.  It appeals to our human pride to think of Him making such a sacrifice on our behalf.  Yet when we realize what death He died, then all such thoughts of pride disappear.  For He did not just die any death, but rather He died on a cross.  Totally alone!  Trapped without hope of aid!  In a terrible agony of pain!  In total humiliation!  And the message of the cross is that that was the death I deserved to die!  It was we sinners who deserved to be up on that cross dying!  For just as that cross was meant to punish rebels and transgressors against Rome and Roman law, so we all had rebelled against God and broken His righteous laws and standards.  It was we who deserved to be up on that cross, dying the death that Christ died.  There is no pride in that.  There is only a terrible condemnation of the totality of our sin and shame in the sight of God.

The Holy Spirit through Paul speaks of “the offense of the cross” in Galatians 5:11.  “And I, brethren, if I still preach circumcision, why do I still suffer persecution?  Then the offense of the cross has ceased.”  This verse contains an important point that too often we miss.  If I can please God through acts of righteousness and rituals like circumcision, then I can look at myself as “pretty good.”  I can imagine that I am pleasing in God’s sight and take pride in that fact.  But if I am dependent upon the cross and the cross only for my salvation, then I am forced to admit my own condition.  I have to admit that there is nothing I can do to make myself “pretty good” in God’s sight.  Moreover, I have to admit that I am a sinner, and such a sinner as deserves the terrible death that Christ had to die.  To many, it is unthinkable that they are deserving of dying such a shameful death as Christ died on the cross.  That is why the cross is an offense to them.  Preferring to think that they are “pretty good” people, they find the message of one dying for them in such a terrible way to be offensive.

Yet that terrible death is indeed how Christ died to pay our sins.  Yet we realize that we were the shameful beings who deserved to be hung up on that cross to advertise to the world how sinful and wretched we were.  We were the ones who deserved the isolation, humiliation, and pain of that awful form of death.

Yet there is another message in the cross, and that is of God’s great love for us.  In spite of the fact that that is the death that we deserved, God loved us, and He was willing to die for us.  What an amazing truth that is!  First the cross brings us to the place of realizing our total unworthiness, and then it shows us that God in Christ loves us anyway.  How we can gain hope from that!  For we know that Christ died there in our place.

John 3:16 says, “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.”  In view of the cross we can better understand what this means.  Romans 5:8 puts it this way, “But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”  While we deserved a death like that of the cross, Christ died there on our behalf.  And by His death He offers forgiveness for all those who believe on Him!  Let us learn the lesson of the cross and never think that we can depend on ourselves for our own salvation.  Let us remember the cross, and that we deserved to be the ones hanging there.  But only by believing in Christ can we escape the just punishment for our sins.  Then Christ’s death will be considered to have been in our place, and we, with Him, will enjoy eternal life.

If any who read this message have never believed in Christ and His death on the cross on our behalf, I would urge you to believe it now.  You cannot hope to be good enough to earn favor in God’s sight.  The cross teaches us that!  The only way you can be good in God’s sight is to believe in Jesus Christ, God’s Son, and His death on your behalf.  Yet if you believe in Him, then even now your sins can be forgiven, and, instead of a person deserving of the humiliating death of the cross, you will be considered righteous and blameless in the sight of God.  Don’t wait another minute before making sure that your sins are forgiven and that Christ’s death on the cross washed away your sins and guaranteed you eternal life.

By Nathan C. Johnson, Bible Teacher

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Radical for Jesus

"Then the Lord said, "Just as My servant Isaiah walked naked and barefoot three years for a sign and a wonder against Egypt and Ethiopia" Isaiah 20:3
   How many people know this cool detail of scripture?  Isaiah preach naked and not just once but for three years!  I love coming across places in the Bible that are so not the "norm" and the radicalness of following the Lord.  I have to ask myself am I a radical when it comes to God?  Some maybe might say yes if you compare me to other Christians, but they're not my standard, Christ is.  I'm not trying to say I need to go preach naked to be a radical like Isaiah, but am I living my life for Christ that will turn people's heads? Are you?  I do wonder how Isaiah felt during those three years.  Was he embarrassed? Cold? Hopeful? Burdensome? Eager?  I know I'd have a hard time after three years of the same thing to stay positive and steadfast in my mission.  The cool thing is though my love for Christ can't weary me ever. It's not just a "season" in my life, praise the Lord I've been walking with Him for over ten years now!  When Christ is our focus, when Christ is our goal, when Christ is our sufficiency that is enough to make us radicals for Christ!



    I won some concert tickets to Mike's Chair and Big Daddy Weave last week by submitting a response to what their newest song "All for You" means to me.  The song is pretty sweet as it talks about  Philippians 2 of having the Christ mindset of being a somebody and becoming a nobody and that people of all reputations will bow before Jesus Christ.  Reminding myself all that I do is for Him so why worry about what others think or perceive.  I think Isaiah had this mindset.  It was a fun concert and great worship all around.  I took a friend, Bri, with me since I won two tickets.  We got to hang out with the band afterwards a bit.  It was fun relating to both the band and myself living in Nashville but being from the north.  They're all down to earth guys that have an amazing talent and using it to praise God.  I had the next couple days off so we stayed in town to run errands and hang out at this cool tea shop that has kombucha on tap.  (Kombucha is a fermented tea drink for those of you who don't know and absolutely delicious.)  It was fun hanging out with Bri and getting to know her more plus we got to stay at this ranch that looks out to Sisters Mountain range and meet some baby lambs recently born.
  Work has been fun lately with all the groups we are having in back-to-back that I've been working longer weeks and in different departments like the snack shop/coffee bar, giant swing, and ropes course. I've also helped out hosting the groups which is basically meeting the needs of the guests and having everything ready and following the weekend schedule.  Last week I was helping host a men's retreat and had an interesting interaction with one of the older men.  He actually "prophesied" that I'd "be married in the next 40 months to someone I may already know but he wont let me go this time."  As most of you know me I took it lightly and joked back at him (even though he was serious) and made the conversation like it was no big deal.  I mean really how hard is it to guess that a single 27 year old female will be married in the next 3 1/2 years? Pretty likely for the most part.  Of course some of my co-workers over heard bits and pieces so now it's kind of a joke around here.
  

Monday, February 27, 2012

"When leaders lead in Israel, when the people willingly offer themselves, bless the Lord!" Judges 5:2

So the picture above is of the crazy bunch of interns I get to supervise this year at WFR.  They are an amazing group of people for Christ and I am honored to get to lead, work and live among them.  There are 12 interns (6 women, 6 men, 8 singles, 2 marrieds) all out here for various reasons for a year.  All desiring to grow in the Lord and truth in God's foundation before living in the "real world."  I have had a lot of laughs with them while partaking in various activities (shooting, climbing, running, practicing guitar, Bible study, games, carpentry, etc).  I've also faced some difficulties with them  being their supervisor during work.  One of the reasons I choose to move out here and take this position was because of the ministry I'd have to pour into other believers.  It has been so wonderful to be able to talk about Christ at work and I have had so many opportunities for great conversations while working alongside them, but being a leader still is difficult as being viewed differently or critiqued and with higher expectations or comparisons to other supervisors.  I chose this verse from Judges that is from a song of Deborah, a prophetess during the time of the judges of Israel when there were no male leaders taking the lead, and Barak, commander of Israel's army who looked to Deborah for strength than trusting God.  I'm not saying I'm like Deborah and there's no male leaders out here because I do co-lead with a Godly man, but I'm learning this mindset and attitude of "willingly offering myself" even when I don't have direction necessarily for how to lead each person for what they need in leadership, trusting the Lord that He will be glorified.  I desire to find the balance of friend and supervisor while at work, which is not easy and becomes frustrating at times desiring their respect while also respecting them.  It's good to get constructive criticism but not always easy to take, I guess it's like melting the dross from silver to purify it. I've been a supervisor in other jobs before and know that there is no cookie cutter right way to lead everyone, but it is so great that I know that Christ is the focus as why we're all here and to not look to our own interest but the interest of others.  I thought it was cool in Ephesians 1:9 that God is the only one who can be "selfish" when Paul writes about "His will according to His good pleasure."  If we did according to our good pleasure, it'd probably be selfish and hurt others, but God is perfect and what He does benefits all.  So I need to have faith to what God has intrusted to us today in being faithful, not successful.