On Angels and God's Protection

This story sent chills up my spine and gave Tony goosebumps! The following excerpt is from my latest $0.75 find at the local Library Book Sale. Well worth the read.

Light in the Jungle by Leo B. Halliwell, pp 10-13

setting: Amazon River, Brazil, 1930s

"It was our first trip up the river in our own boat, heading west from Belém. I was new to navigation, unused to the river, and unaware of the location of shoals and dangerous rock that could destroy us. A river guide could have guided us safely through, but a pilot is a professional man and earns a good deal more than we or any missionary could afford to pay. As neophytes on the river, we had no choice but to feel our way along and trust we would be guided.

In some areas the river is fairly well populated along the banks. This is particularly so in the tidal areas within a few hundred miles of the mouth.  There canoes come and go frequently, and at times we could see dozens of them going upstream close to the banks or downstream farther out in the river. Often the occupants would ask us to tow them along behind our boat; but because there were frequently so many and we couldn't take them all, we established from the start a policy of no hitchhiking.

Yet on this very first trip we broke our rule. We had reached a desolate area where the jungle closed in deep and green along the banks and there was no sign at all of habitation, only a kind of forlorn tropic hush, when suddenly we noticed, not too far from our boat, three men in a canoe. They were respectably dressed and when they called to us and asked us if we could tow them along behind us upstream, something impressed me. Something I did not understand led me almost involuntarily to reach out to the throttle and stop the boat.

"Jack," I called to my son, who was then about fifteen years old, "throw them a line." They came alongside and we made the canoe fast. One of them stayed in the canoe. The other two came aboard our boat and stood with Jessie and Jack and me near the wheel while we talked about the jute crop and the weather and the hazards of the shifting currents. They were friendly and we were having a pleasant chat when suddenly one of them said, "Which side of the rocks are you going on?"

I saw no rocks at all - only the green bank with its lovely Pan Rosa trees off the port side and the gray-yellow water of the Amazon. "What rocks?" I asked.

Without answering, the man grabbed the steering wheel out of my hands and turned it completely around. Our boat wheeled giddily and shot out away from the bank into the river. Then I looked back and saw, not twenty feet in front of where we had been heading, the jagged points of hundreds of rocks just beneath the surface of the water. One second more and we would have plowed into them and ripped our boat to shreds. We had no idea that these rocks were there and without our hitchhiking friends we would have lost our boat and, in all likelihood, our lives.

Our visitors seemed to take our expressions of gratitude almost casually, however; and a few moments after we had passed this dangerous section of the river, one of them said, "Sir, thank you for the ride. If you don't mind stopping here, we'll get out."

It seemed strange, for there were still no houses or any other sign of human habitation to be seen along the banks. But I stopped, and the men climbed into the canoe and pushed off into the current.

"Look out and see where those men go," I said to Jack. "There's no house around here."

It had been only a moment since they had left us. There were no bends in the river. But after scanning the river in all directions, my boy turned to me. "Dad, they've disappeared."

I turned from the wheel in amazement. There were no rocks, no debris, no sign of struggle or overturned canoe, no cry for help. Only the emptiness of the river and the mute green banks a hundred yards away - too far for them to have reached in that time. Yet the three men and their boat were nowhere to be seen.

We have always believed, Jessie and I, that these men, whoever and whatever they were, were sent to us, the protecting angels of Providence. Man's extremity - and sometimes even his ignorance - is God's opportunity."


*photo credit to my friend Leti, on our trip to the Amazon, 1998*

...more pics from the boat...

The Most Glorious Reason You Exist

The Rest of Our Lives Suspended... Thoughts on Being Called

Elisabeth Elliot, missionary and widow of martyred missionary Jim Elliot, has written quite a bit about the topic of being called. In her short essay "But I Don't Feel Called" from her book All That Was Ever Ours..., she shares her own struggles in hearing God's call:

"What agonies I suffered as a young woman, straining my ears to catch the voice, full of fear that I would miss it, yet longing to hear it, longing to be told what to do, in order that I might do it. That desire is a pure one. Most of our desires are tainted at least a little, but the desire to do the will of God surely is our highest. Is it reasonable to think that God would not finally reveal it to us? Is it (we must also ask) reasonable not to use our powers of reason, given to us by him? Does it make more sense to go to the grocery store because groceries are needed than to go to foreign lands because workers are needed? If we deny the simple logic of going where the need is most desperate, we may... spend the rest of our lives suspended..."

I have thought about the whole issue of "being called" for years. The calling has always (for me) been based first and foremost, even solely, in God's word. I have never needed to hear a voice, I've never prayed for a "sign", and have never really expected either. It's plain as day to me that I am "called" because I can read God's word in the Bible. But God doesn't call me to be a missionary, he commands me to go. He commands so many things, I can find out what they are if I simply open my Bible. The question is not the call, it's the obedience. It's not about feeling called, it's about obeying God's commands.

"Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says." - James 1:22

My son's study Bible has a little blip inserted around Acts13:2 which asks, "What is a missionary?". It simply says that "missionaries are people who travel to tell others about Jesus".

The word "missionary" never actually appears in the Bible. God calls us witnesses. A witness is someone who has seen something. We are all called to be witnesses for Christ. You are either a good one, or a bad one. But you are one.

Most of us know what we are called to. We just get stuck on the obedience part.

Did Jesus say that only certain people are called to be workers in the Kingdom?
To fulfill the Great Comission?
Did Jesus say you must go to seminary first? (not that this is bad)

Don't wait for a special sign.

Don't wait for the sky to part and angels to sing the Hallelujah Chorus.

Don't wait your whole life for the "right" time. Don't wait until you're "ready" (whatever that means). The sign may never come, it's potentially never the right time, and you will never be fully ready. It's kind of like parenthood, you decide to go for it, and then you find out the only way you can survive it is by the grace of God.

My two cents, for what it's worth. (not that you should listen to me) :D

*photo credit The Cloud Appreciation Society*

Opportunity for Missions in Ecuador

Here is an excerpt from the monthly newsletter we receive from our missionary friends' in Ecuador who opened a children's home for abused, neglected, and abandoned children. Ron and Glenda write:

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"WANNA HELP?

Sometimes I want to just sit and read or play stupid games on the computer. But generally my life belongs to Jesus. When I look around me I’m concerned with the needs of the person next to me, and the person far from me. It would be easy to expend all my energy on pampering myself. But the moments that are most rewarding to me are those times when I can make a difference to other people.

Life here is full of those opportunities. It seems like there are not enough days in the week to accomplish everything we want to do. A few nights ago I taught the children the difference between doing a good thing and doing the most excellent thing. For instance, I could stay in Canada, get a job and support my family, which would be good. Or I could bring them to the Andes mountains to rescue homeless children, street waifs, or people who’ve been dealt blows in life as well as the ones who deal them out. There are thousands of Quichua villages with very little opportunity to hear the words of life. The youth in the city are hungry and they need the meat of the gospel.

There is so much need and so few to help. Doing the work of the ministry is excellent. I would have a difficult time going back to “normal” life.

Would you care to join us? We need:

*guys with fortitude, love and vision to work with the tough crowd: in the jail, on the street etc.
*evangelistic teams to do drama, mime, puppets, crafts or whatever they can come up with to reach out cross-culturally in the Quichua villages
*construction teams to bring funds and help with projects
*summer teams to teach the kids Vacation Bible School at the Ark
*a long term maintenance man
*child care volunteers to love on the kids"
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Any takers?? Contrary to the belief of some people, even missionaries who have worked in Ecuador in the past, it still remains to be fully evangelized. There is SO much to do! As having been there, we can personally attest to that. I would love to move there myself, but it looks like Argentina for us.

contact Ron and Glenda at: allans@arkchildrenshomes.com
visit their website: http://www.arkchildrenshomes.com/

Tony playing soccer with the kids at the orphanage

Christmas outreach - taking supplies and gifts to pastor

in a remote village

okay, so you may get a little sick in some town square

far from home, but I'm over it now

shoeshine boys/street kids

Tony reading the Illustrated Bible to the kids at the orphanage

:)

We Got Our First CHECK!

We got our very first support check!!! (big huge smile :D)

Big A has been running out to the mailbox ten times a day for the past week checking to see if the thing he ordered online has arrived, so he opened up a package he thought was for him. I realized it wasn't indeed for him when I heard him from upstairs moaning loud oh-no's over and over again.

So I came down and found he had opened a package addressed to me. It was two really good books and a check! I was stunned when I saw how much it was for! We knew the check was coming, but I was literally thinking it would be a tenth of the amount. God is so good to encourage us this way. After the initial joy and amazement of seeing God work and provide, my next thought was, "Uh-oh, I guess this means we have to actually go now!" (or send the money back lol!).

Speaking of missions, my bolivian missionary friend (the one who asked a bit ago when we were coming down to Bolivia) just posted these pics today.

aren't they ADORABLE??

she also recently showed the Jesus Film to a group of 120 people,

72 of which indicated afterwards that they had accepted Christ

(I can't wait for us to be able to do these kinds of things, too! Ahhh... *happy sigh*)

If you would like to go down and help her out, just let me know, I can put you in touch. :)

"Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon the earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal:

But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through and steal:

For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also." -Mt.6:19-21

:)

Thinking of Homeschooling?

Thinking of homeschooling and wondering how to do it? Veteran homeschooler in need of some new ideas? Click over to this post:

How to Simply Homeschool

at Ann Voskamp's Holy Experience.

Excellent if you are thinking of homeschooling, excellent if you've been homeschooling for a while...

:)

Spiritual Warfare and The Week from Hell

It has been the week from hell. I had forgotten how intense spiritual warfare can be. It just keeps coming, and coming, and coming.

That's when we need to go the the Manual. And Facebook (lol! just kidding). But it's funny how God finds those ways to encourage a weary soul with some good preachin'!

Saw this on FB today:




"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places" - Eph. 6:12

If we press in, wanting more of God, we need to remember this. I've been reminded this week that I have an enemy who hates me, hates my prayers, hates the plan of God, who came to steal, kill, and destroy. He never tires making war, is subtle, astute, and pulls puches I never expect. But, as a friend reminded me this week, the battle is won. Jesus has won. Jesus always wins.

"For though we walk after the flesh, we do not war after the flesh:
(For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strongholds;)
Casting down all imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ;" - 2 Cor. 10:3-5

Food for Thought

Hmm, this is all I have to say today.

:)

What Humility Looks Like...

We were so early no one was even checking tickets, so we walked into the 5,000-seater church to grab some seats for the show. Ten or 12 of us had piled into someone's Suburban and driven the three hours north to Kalispell from the University of Montana campus in Missoula.

There was a single grand piano on stage, a man with long hair bent over the keys, sound checking it we assumed. So we threw down our jackets and wandered back into the lobby to look around. Several minutes later, the long-haired man walked up behind us.

"Hi, where are you guys from?"

It was Rich Mullins! He had grown his hair out so no one had recognized him.

I'll never forget that moment. Not because I was star-struck, because I wasn't really. I didn't really know who he was, didn't know much about him, or that he was so "famous" in certain circles.

What struck me was that he approached us. This really, really well-known {FAMOUS} musician came down from stage to come say hi to us. Just like he knew us. Like an old friend.

He was SO nice. And normal. And human. Just a guy making conversation.

I remember standing there completely shocked that he was so... humble.

Wow, Christians are different.

Not long after that concert, Rich Mullins moved onto an Indian Reservation in the Southwest to share Christ with Native Americans through music.

He probably made millions in his career through record sales, but never knew how much he really made because he gave it all away and lived on a small fixed income from his music sales. He lived for a time in a one-room attic apartment with few material possessions. "Hold me Jesus" was filmed there.




What humility looks like.

Read snipits from the Biography of Rich Mullins.

Spiritual Lessons in the Kitchen

I got the recipe for Resurrection Rolls last year from another homeschool mommy, but colicky baby made it impossible to even consider attempting. So, we tried it this year. Since I find out about 90% of my homeschool/parenting ideas from word of mouth or from a book, thought I'd pass this one on, too...

annointing Jesus' body (marshmallow) 

with oil of embalming (melted butter)

and spices (cinnamon and sugar)

wrapping the body in linen cloth (crescent roll dough)

...seal them up and bake in oven (which represents the tomb)...

the empty tomb (marshmallow disappears)!

They are ridiculously delicious and addicting, so be forewarned!

I prayed a prayer for serious patience before we did this... I confess I do not enjoy crafts or cooking with my kids, no matter how hard I try. I keep trying, though. I do it because I love them, plain and simple. Love is action, right? Life is not all about me. I don't know if I'll ever enjoy crafts or flour flying in the kitchen, but I know I'll keep praying until one of two things happens: I begin to like it, or they are fully grown!

:)

Done

I'm done this fast. I can't take it anymore.

The first five days were strangely peaceful. I was wondering when it was all going to break loose. It was just a matter of time. Well, it did. The next day: day 6 of 8. It's been rough since then. No need to get into details, I don't know who's reading this and who's not. Now I'm just hungry, cranky, and impatient. Totally counter-productive. And woman hormones do not help, let me tell you.

The big shocker is that fasting apparently has changed for me. Because my circumstances have changed. No more 2 hours on my knees as the kids nap. No more reading the Bible on the couch for hours as the kids play and entertain themselves. No more spare time, period. There's just too much to do around here anymore! I have to get up at 5am if I want to read my Bible as it is. Now I can see why. Back when A & M were babies I could feed them breakfast and read entire chapters of the Bible at the same time. Ha.

Then came baby #3. She's broken just about every mold known to man.

When you fast the idea is that you are reading the Bible, praying, or doing something spiritual, when normally you'd be thinking about food, shopping for food, preparing food, eating food, or cleaning up after food. This has been one of the most "unproductive" fasts of my entire Christian life. At least that's how it felt. I almost wondering why I bothered. I believe God still heard me, after all we can approach the throne of grace with confidence, but it's extremely frustrating when I want to be praying or reading the Bible or just generally quiet before the Lord, and Peace Baby is bent on proving her name was a total and complete mistake. In the half hour it took me to feed her breakfast yesterday I think she whined, screamed, cried, and was demanding, loud, and discontent about three hundred times. Never heard a PEEP out of the other two at this age. I read an entire two verses (not chapters) in the Bible and I don't even remember what they were. Sigh.

One thing that the Lord always shows me when I fast is my sin. And He seems to use Peace Baby as of late as His tool of choice in this fire by trial. I'm done this fast because I just can't stand to look at myself anymore, I think I might slip into a deep depression! It's amazing how dull you can get to sin when you are immersed in stuffing your face, satisfying your flesh, and pursuing earthly things (like laundry and other boring worldly works). I am much too depressed over myself and my wretched state to do this another day!

I am truly a sinner saved by grace.

My only hope is JESUS.

I need to stop throwing stones, because the only difference between me and Charles Manson is GRACE. I am nothing apart from Him. Nothing good, anyway. And no, I don't have bad "self-esteem", I just have a realistic view of myself as I really am. No good thing dwelleth in my flesh, of that I am sure.

Thank you Jesus, for GRACE. Whatever would I do without you? Oh yes, that's right... I'd probably be drunk, strung out, messed up, who knows, definately a slave to my sin, without hope, without God... and probably trying to prove to everyone that I'm JUST FINE, thank you. Pride, an ugly thing.

Ah, but now I have been brought NEAR! I have been set FREE. Know the Truth and the truth shall set you free. Jesus said, I am the way, the TRUTH, and the life. No one comes to the Father but by me.

"For by grace you are saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God.
Not of works, lest any man should boast." ~Ephesians 2:8,9

Brazilian Beef Stroganoff

This is what was cookin' in the kitchen tonight at our house:

Brazilian Beef Stroganoff
(Strogonoff Brasiliero)

Ingredients:
2 lbs beef or chicken fillets, cut into 1 inch pieces
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 onion, chopped,divided
salt
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon oregano
1/2 cup dry white wine
2 tablespoons oil
1/2 lb cultivated white mushroom, sliced
2-3 tablespoons ketchup
1 1/2 tablespoons mild mustard, i would use dijon
1/2 cup sour cream
 
Directions:
1 Put the meat/chicken into a bowl with garlic, half the onion, salt, nutmeg, oregano and wine.
2 Allow to marinate for 1 hour.
3 Heat the oil and saute the remaining onion and mushrooms for a few minutes or until softened.
4 Add the meat/chicken and marinade to the pan and cook.
5 Add the ketchup and mustard.
6 If it looks a bit dry, add a few tablespoons of water and cook a little longer.
7 When the meat is cooked, add the sour cream and reheat gently-DO NOT BOIL.
8 Serve with steamed white rice.
9*This should be cooked quickly so the meat doesn't toughen.

To do the authentic Brazilian way: substitute Cognac and "Creme de Leite" (Table Cream sold at supermarkets) for the white wine and sour cream. You will taste an ENORMOUS difference.

Apparently this dish was made popular by the influx of German immigrants to Brazil in the 19th/20th century. At least that's what my host family told me when I lived there. They served this all the time, and it was absolutely delicious and addictive.

I just sauteed the onion/garlic/mushrooms together first, threw in the meat and spices, then everything else. I did not have the white wine on hand nor the sour cream, so left it out and made my own white sauce. It's good that way too, but definately tops if you have all the ingredients as per the recipe.

You can also serve this over noodles or pasta. YUM!

:)