On turning 70

But God will be exalted forever

Psalm 92:8-15 But you, O Lord, will be exalted forever. … The godly will flourish like palm trees … in the courts of our God. Even in old age they will still produce fruit; they will remain vital and green. They will declare, “The Lord is just! He is my rock! There is no evil in him!”

Psalm 90:10, 12 Seventy years are given to us! Some even live to eighty. … Teach us to realize the brevity of life, so that we may grow in wisdom.

After my 70th birthday on August 16, I went into a bit of a funk. (Do people still use that expression?) Thinking back on it, I realize several dynamics converged during the weeks between that day and the lovely August 31 birthday party my son and daughters so sweetly planned for me.

1. I was still grieving for my friend Donna who died suddenly and unexpectedly June 30, and for my friend Carolyn who died of cancer August 19. I realized that once we’re “old,” these losses become more frequent. And at some point, will touch my own siblings, my own family. I didn’t want to accept this reality.

2. Coming down with Covid on my 70th birthday was custom made for making me feel “old.”

3. I took longer to recover my energy than I thought I should have. I took my four-year-old granddaughter Talita to a favorite park and barely managed the ¾ mile walk to the waterfall, with lots of stops along the way. As I sat on a rock while she played in the creek, I felt overwhelmed by the feeling that this is what awaited me as I grew older, this sense of helplessness to do what I wanted to do; of my tired body not cooperating with my mind and will. I resented it, despite knowing in my head I didn’t “deserve” the good health I usually enjoy while so many others I love deal with limitations all the time.

    Talita and Liliana at the party, faces painted thanks to our friend Suzanne.

    4. Dave and I went to the park where we usually walk three laps at a fast pace several times a week, about 3 ½ miles. He had Covid too but walked all three laps. I inched along (it seemed) for one lap, then had to sit and rest. Then at turtle-pace I made it back to our car. I felt frustrated and angry. This is not me. Who am I, if I can’t do what I want to do? You know, Lord—I’ve told you this for a long time—I don’t want to become dependent on other people, taking up their time and energy and resources. Especially I don’t want this for my kids.

    5. I was grieving the outcome of the so-hoped for elections in Venezuela, where daily, conditions were (and are) going from bad to worse. So many people prayed, and believed … yet here we are, with Maduro’s opponent now being called a traitor for running against him, with a warrant out for his arrest. Where was the energy to keep trusting and keep praying for relief?

    6. I came to the point of dreading my birthday party. I knew people would be kind and say nice things, and I didn’t feel like I deserved that. I slipped into some kind of alternate reality in which I was a non-person, knowing that none of what might be said was true. I thought, “Dave could go in my place; I’ll stay home.” It didn’t matter that old age is a blessing (consider the alternative) and that everyone walks through this sooner or later, or that so many people, even my own sibs, have health issues and limitations I’ve not had to deal with. This was happening to me! I had to face up to it and learn for myself how to age faithfully.

      A bit melodramatic, yes? I can imagine eyes rolling. By God’s grace I did one positive thing: I told close friends what I was feeling, the struggle I was in. Just saying it out loud let me laugh at myself and gain perspective.

      By birthday party day, thanks to their graciousness and prayers, God freed me from my pity party. My children were so generous, my friends so lovely, the surprise of out-of-towners I didn’t know were coming so heartwarming … It was all wonderful, and I’m deeply thankful for the love and generosity of family and friends.

      Val, Dan, and Rachel even had brigadeiros (chocolate) and beijinhos (coconut), candies always part of Brazilian birthday parties! Valerie made me the lovely photo blanket. And … So many other special touches. Lots of behind the scenes scheming by all three of them. Today, by the way, is Rachel and Brian’s tenth wedding anniversary. Time goes so fast!!

      I’m able to believe again Psalm 92:8-15–which the psalmist credits to GOD’S faithfulness, not our own. It’s been a favorite hope and life-giving passage since I turned 65.

      And able to turn my attention back to what God has put in my hands to do.

      And able to hear God chuckling with me.

      To quote Karis, “All I see is grace.”

      The whole story

      But God knows our story beginning to end

      Acts 11:1-4 The apostles and the believers throughout Judea heard that the Gentiles also had received the word of God. So, when Peter went up to Jerusalem, the circumcised believers criticized himand said, “You went into the house of uncircumcised men and ate with them.” Starting from the beginning, Peter told them the whole story.

      When you are criticized or misunderstood, do you ever wish you could tell your whole story? Surely then, whatever happened would make more sense to the person who has jumped to a premature conclusion! But telling the whole story requires the other person to listen, and that’s not something easily come by, right? It requires time, and patience and attention.

      Fortunately for Peter, his critics weren’t distracted by their phones or the latest news cycle. They took time to listen. Verse 18 tells us the result:

      When the others heard this, they stopped objecting and began praising God. They said, “We can see that God has also given the Gentiles the privilege of repenting of their sins and receiving eternal life.

      This was a major paradigm shift for them. A game changer. A huge “But God” moment. It wouldn’t have happened if they had not been willing to take time to listen, with hearts open to understand not just what Peter was doing, but what God was doing.

      Have you noticed that when you tell your story, you understand it better yourself? Perspective emerges that isn’t possible when we keep our stories inside our own heads.

      September 4-8 Dave and I will have the privilege of participating in a biannual retreat with the IMT (International Ministry Team), which is our formal place of connection and accountability with our mission organization, One Challenge International. Our team leader just notified us that we will each be given half an hour to tell our story, a quick overview of our life journey. What an interesting task, to choose what to include in thirty minutes from seventy years of living! Knowing my teammates, I expect we’ll be thrilled by God’s faithfulness, and our love for each other will deepen.

      Perhaps you don’t have a context in which you can tell your “whole story.” But what if you start with thirty minutes? If someone were to listen to you for half an hour, what would you want them to understand about your life? What stands out to you? What particular incident illustrates what God has done for you and through you?

      Perhaps in thinking about this, you’ll realize you would like to share a particular But God moment with those who read this blog. If so, please let me know. If the challenge of writing it down is what’s stopping you, call or text me or email me, and we can plan a time to do it together. I’m confident that when you do this, you will encourage both yourself and other people. And you will give glory to God.

      Take My Life by Frances R. Havergal, sung by Chris Tomlin

      Tampa?!

      But God walks (and flies and plays and swims and dances) with us

      James 4:14-15 How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? … What you ought to say is, “If the Lord wants us to, we will live and do this or that.”

      It was Dave’s and my turn this year to plan our annual family vacation. Our family wanted a beach. As Dave and I scheduled our flight to Orlando, I told him, “We have access to our BnB at 3:00. So, let’s fly early and shop for groceries before we check in. We can prepare dinner before the rest of the family arrives.”

      It seemed so simple.

      Each of our four family units (totaling seven adults and four children ages 1-6) made their own travel arrangements from Pittsburgh to Florida. To summarize what happened, a story I may write someday as a humor piece, by the end of our travel day, for a variety of reasons, members of our family got stuck in Chicago, Baltimore, Charlotte, and finally, Tampa, before eventually arriving in Orlando.

      All the boarding passes Dan received in Charlotte before he finally managed to get on a plane!!

      And then each of us had one issue or another with the rental cars we had reserved!

      Orlando airport, waiting on rental cars. And waiting. And waiting …

      Dave and I arrived at our BnB, without groceries, not at 3:00 p.m. but at around 9:00 p.m. Other family members trickled in after that. Supper was Moes (“So many chips!”), picked up by Rachel on one of her drives between car rental agencies. In a mix-up, before we left the Orlando airport, she handed me to eat on the hour plus drive to the coast the children’s bag (with gluten free options for Caleb) instead of our order. The total list of our comedy of errors deserves a humor tale!

      That was Sunday. Monday, our son Dan tested positive for Covid. He spent much of the week in bed. On Friday, which happened to be my 70th birthday, I got sick, though I didn’t test (positive) until we got home to Pittsburgh on Saturday evening after getting up at 3:30 that morning to make our flight in Orlando. That’s another story.

      Back in Pittsburgh–wiped out. And so happy about our wonderful vacation!

      AND I think every member of our family would say we had a marvelous vacation week together. So much joy. Such special memories, including a wonderful dance performed for me for my birthday by Valerie and the kids (including the one-year-old!!) to the song Beloved by Jordan Feliz.

      Making memories

      So much beauty: the ocean, sunrises and sunsets, the kids advancing in swimming skills, sharing over meals and games … Dave even let me beat him at ping pong. No hurricanes, despite Caleb’s prayers–he thinks Pittsburgh weather is boring. And though we had some injuries, everyone made it home intact.

      Back home, between my bed, the couch, and the kitchen table, to the sound of my hacking and blowing, I’m working hard to get everything together to submit Campfire Song Stories to the publisher. It was due, supposedly, August 15. Working with five illustrators, one of them in chaotic Venezuela who hasn’t figured out yet how to get her pictures to me, and one singer, and six stories in one volume, is a bit complex. And pure joy. I am so very grateful for the talents of each of these wonderful people, ages eleven to thirty-something, each one an answer to many prayers and not a little anxiety along the way.

      One of Clara’s illustrations for the lullaby that ends Campfire Song Stories. Clara is twelve.

      Caleb lost one more front tooth in time for his first day of first grade today. Valerie’s arm injury from a rogue ocean wave will require an MRI. And now Brian has Covid …

      Hey, how are you today?

      The Difference of a Box of Books, by David and Cherie Bulger, OCI, Colorado Springs

      But God finds ways to overcome obstacles

      John 20:30, 21:25 The disciples saw Jesus do many other miraculous signs in addition to the ones recorded in this book. … If they were all written down, I suppose the whole world could not contain the books that would be written.

      Our mission organization is called One Challenge International, often OC for short. Our mission colleagues David and Cherie just sent the following story in their monthly newsletter. I’m posting it with their permission. Jesus’s disciples are still witnessing miracles!

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      In our OC office in Johannesburg, a library and bookshop are maintained for leaders to borrow and purchase materials for their growth and development. Recently, we learned of a story related to those books, one we believe you’d appreciate – and thank God for as well. Our OC office in South Africa received the following email:
      Dear Leadership at OC-Africa, “My Muslim name is “Mohammed” [name changed], I was born and raised in a Muslim family in northern Mozambique. I was raised in a religion that hates Jews, Christians, and all white people. I was trained by the Isis in Somalia to fight for Allah in Jihad. I have been studying Islam since I was a little boy. In Islam the doctrine of slavery and terrorism is regarded as the most rewarding service for Allah. Killing Jews, Christians and all white people in the name of Allah is the only assurance a Muslim can have to enter Paradise.

      “For 20 years I was in Somalia & Sudan for training in Jihad. I was trained to use all kinds of guns, grenades, swords, knives, etc.   “…God rescued me before I committed any acts of terrorism and murder. In the year 2005 after my training in Sudan & Somalia by Elshabab we visited the nation of Kenya…we were living in the coastal town called Mombasa where there is a growing population of Muslims. We met some missionaries at the beach in Mombasa and I was given a box full of Christian books. [The] box and these books had a red sticker of OC AFRICA.

      “These books have transformed my life and God uses the books to give me purpose and direction for my life.   I have now officially changed my name to “Joshua” [name changed again].

      “I have lived as a refugee in many African countries because I was running away from radical Islamic terrorists who were hunting my life so that they could kill me. I came to South Africa 13 years ago as a refugee, but life was difficult…I lived from one shelter to another. Sometimes I slept in the streets when I did not have any money to pay for the shelter. I started buying second-hand books and I began to feed my spirit with the word of God…I have learned to trust in God. Your books have taught me Experiencing GOD.

      “…God gave me a vision to reach 532 million Muslims in Africa and to equip the Church globally to reach Muslims. …By the grace of God, we have already planted churches in the rural areas in Zimbabwe and Mozambique.”
      Only God knows how that box of books wound up, from Johannesburg, in the hands of “Joshua” in Kenya. All we know is that the Lord has used them to change this man’s life and to birth a ministry. Join us in thanking God for “Joshua,” for books, and for OC Africa’s library and shop! 

      (Debbie) What acts of Jesus have YOU witnessed, in your life or someone else’s? I invite you to write it down in one page and send it to me (debrakornfield@gmail.com) to share the encouragement! Your story deserves to find its place in the record of God’s wonders.


      Ideas for me?

      Ideas for me?

      But God is three in one

      Galatians 4:6 And because we are his children, God has sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, prompting us to call out, “Abba, Father.”

      One of the big differences between Christians and our monotheistic cousins, Muslims, is our understanding and experience of God as three-in-one, Trinitarian.

      This central tenet of our faith, I find personally, is easier to experience than to explain. And now I’m wrestling with the best way to express the Trinity to children.

      I’ve written a draft of a book for kids about this topic, but I’m not satisfied with it. I showed it to a theologian, who told me I emphasized too much their diversity at the expense of their unity.

      So, I thought of reaching out to you who read this blog. How have you explained or illustrated the nature of the Trinity to your children?

      Please email me your ideas or write them in the Comments. I would really appreciate your thoughts.

      Just for fun, here’s a hilarious clip of St. Patrick explaining the Trinity.

      Thanks so much! I’m headed back to Pittsburgh this evening after a week with my sister and brother-in-law in Meridian, Idaho.

      In other book news, we’re coming up to the deadline for turning in all the materials for Campfire Song Stories to EA Books, to be available before Christmas. I’m excited about this book, a bringing to life of six of the stories Karis and I imagined together during long days in hospitals, to commemorate ten years since she left us. I have five young illustrators (one of them 12!) and one young vocal artist (11) working hard—I know you and your kids will love their work! Please pray for them as they each complete their assignments. Thank you.

      This I Believe (The Creed)

      Pity party or thankfulness?

      But God doesn’t want us to live in fear August 1, 2024

      2 Corinthians 13:11 Live in harmony and peace. Then the God of love and peace will be with you.

      2 Timothy 1:7 For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline.

      Wow. August already. Does it seem to you too that time is just flying by?

      I love the way Paul concludes his second letter to the Corinthians, “Live in harmony and peace.” Yes! He’s speaking my language! I love harmony and peace (no surprise that I identify as an Enneagram 9).

      I’m in Idaho visiting my sister and remembering how she and her husband drove me all over southern Idaho to research Treasure Hunt 1904. This is the view from my window in their home.

      Is it possible, though, to obey Paul’s instruction, when there is so much chaos and conflict in the world? When fear might seem a more “rational” response, how can we so center ourselves in the God of love and peace that we live in harmony with God, with ourselves, and with others?

      Yesterday while chatting with friends, I recalled Karis’s radical trust in God’s sovereignty, even when she faced incredibly difficult circumstances. On her way to the hospital, if she was well enough to speak, she would say, “I wonder who God has for me in the hospital this time?”

      As soon as she was strong enough to get out of bed, she would be out on the unit visiting other patients, encouraging and praying with them. Their nationality, gender, politics, etc. were simply points of interest in loving them better. What she saw was a person going through a hard time, in need of understanding and comfort. A person whom God, who was always with her, could love through her.

      It’s not that God was with Karis more than with anyone else—he promises to be with all of us, always. I think her trust and her need for him simply made her more aware of his presence with her.

      Karis’s radical belief in God’s sovereignty included a conviction that nothing happened to her by accident. In every situation, she believed, God had a purpose. Her job was to discern that purpose and cooperate with it. This kept her focus on others’ needs rather than on her own suffering and losses. She allowed herself occasionally to indulge in a “pity party,” as she called it. But soon she would laugh, shake it off, say “OK, enough of that,” and start listing the things and people she had to be grateful for. This practice (perhaps it fits under Paul’s word to Timothy, “self-discipline”) made it possible for her to say, “All I see is grace.

      Karis could have let herself be paralyzed by fear. Instead, she used the challenges she faced to help her empathize with others. She didn’t get there automatically. She made choices every single day. And she allowed other people to help her with this intention. She knew her challenges were too big for her alone. She knew the value of transparency and community.

      When I grow up, I want to be like Karis.

      It occurs to me to mention, in this context of love and harmony, an organization committed to bridging the gap in America between the right and the left, called Braver Angels. At every level of their leadership, they maintain equal numbers of “reds” and “blues” who have learned to respect, listen to, and build friendships with each other. Here’s a quote from their website:

      “As we separate into groups that increasingly do not even know, or interact with, people of differing opinions, we lose trust in our institutions, eroding the ability to govern ourselves and lowering the caliber of citizenship. This growing trend coarsens public debate, produces policy gridlock, shrinks our capacity for goodwill, and harms our family and personal relationships. Effective self-government depends precisely on what this type of polarization destroys. We believe the American Experiment can survive and thrive for every American who contributes to the effort. Where we go from here is up to us. This is the driving force that fuels our mission.”

      Check it out!

      I’m reading Tasha Cobbs Leonard’s story, Do It Anyway. So here’s one of her songs to encourage us today, “Gracefully Broken.”

      A walk in the woods

      But God calls us to grow up with joy July 29, 2024

      2 Corinthians 13:11 Be joyful. Grow to maturity. Encourage each other. Live in harmony and peace. Then the God of love and peace will be with you.

      “Grammy, I want to walk on a trail.”

      “I would love to go with you, Talita. Do you want to invite Caleb and Liliana too?”

      “Yes, but Juliana is too little.”

      I take a moment to observe my youngest granddaughter, deftly managing a popsicle in one hand and watermelon in the other.

      As the three kids and I start down a sun-dappled trail into the woods, we decide they will take turns choosing which path to take each time we come to a “Y.” The chooser will be the leader until we come to another branch in the trail.

      “Grammy, Caleb isn’t letting me be the leader!” yells four-year-old Talita as her six-year-old brother whizzes past her. “Caleb, come back!”

      “I don’t want to go as slow as Talita. I want to RUN!” pleads Caleb, coming back to us.

      I am thrilled with Caleb’s restored energy, now that he’s on the right diet for his newly diagnosed Celiac disease. I want him to celebrate feeling good again.

      “Would you like Caleb to be your scout, Talita?” I suggest. “He can run ahead to the next curve and then come back to tell you what he finds out.”

      “Good idea!” chimes in their four-year-old cousin Liliana. “When I’m the leader he can be my scout, too.”

      “OK,” says Talita reluctantly. “I thought the leader has to always be in front.”

      “A leader chooses which way for the group to go. But she needs information about what’s ahead to make a good choice,” I tell her.

      “I’ll come back and tell you what I see,” promises Caleb, taking off again.

      Liliana races after him. “I’ll be a scout with you, Caleb!”

      Talita takes my hand and sighs. “I don’t think they’re letting me be the leader.” She starts singing, then stops. “Sing with me, Grammy!”

      “I’m sorry, I don’t know this song.”

      “You could learn it on your phone.”

      “But then I would be looking at my phone instead of enjoying the pretty flowers and trees.”

      “Why did you bring your phone, then?”

      “In case one of us gets hurt, or we get lost. I can use my phone to call for help.”

      Caleb runs back to us with a lacy white flower.

      “There are lots more of these around the bend, Talita. Hurry up so you can see them.”

      “Grammy, the flower tickles my mouth when I smell it,” giggles Talita. “Here, try it!”

      I take the flower and tickle my mouth as Talita grins. Then I hand the flower back to her and turn to Caleb.

      “Thank you for your excellent scouting. The flower is very pretty. But do you remember—there’s a rule in parks. We can’t pick the flowers. We have to leave them for other people to enjoy too.”

      Caleb hangs his head. “I forgot. I wanted to show it to Talita.”

      “Tell you what. Next time we see pretty flowers we can take a picture. That’s a way of taking it home with us.”

      “I saw pink flowers!” yells Lili. “Take a picture of me with them, Grammy.”

      “Can I take the picture of Liliana and the pink flowers?” asks Talita.

      “Good idea!” says Lili.

      We all hurry after her to the site of the photo shoot. After one picture morphs into a series of photos in Talita’s hands as Lili makes funny faces, and of course a selfie, we continue down the trail.

      Growing up involves so many skills, I muse. Learning to accept boundaries. Exploring possibilities. Practicing skills of negotiation. Trying different roles. I love these precious times with my littles. Oh— “No, Talita!” I yell. “We’re not walking in the river today!”

      “Why not?” the other two ask me, running after their leader to the edge of the creek.

      “Your parents agreed to a walk on a trail. Not to a walk in the river. I don’t think they brought clothes for you to change into. We can walk in the river another day.”

      “Well, I’m already wet,” says Talita. “And don’t you always tell us we’ll dry?”

      “I see a Y up ahead! It’s my turn to be the leader!” yells Lili. “Carry this big stick for me, Grammy, to show Juliana. Do you want to be a scout now, Tata?”

      “Don’t call me Tata. No. Caleb can keep being the scout. I’ll walk with Grammy.” Talita comes out of the creek and takes my hand again. “But I’m the photographer, Liliana, so tell me if you want more pictures.”

      “Good idea!” says Lili, dashing after her scout.

      “Ooo, my shoes are squishy. But—”

      “They’ll dry,” Talita and I say together.

      Talita starts singing in Portuguese a song I do know, “Alelu, alelu, alelu, aleluia, glórias a Deus.” She picks up a stick to direct me in singing alternate phrases of the song. Then we follow our new leader down the branch of the Y she chooses, this one looping back to where we started our walk in the woods.

      Talita glimpses our picnic site, adds her director stick to the collection the kids have asked me to carry to show Juju, and takes off after Caleb and Liliana.

      I watch the kids’ reunion with their parents, and their excitement as I arrive with their treasures: dry leaves, one of them “gigantic,” sticks of several sizes, bark that has fallen off a tree trunk, a rock Caleb says is shaped like a gemstone, and the tickly white flower.

      As I watch them, I hope I never grow too “mature” to enjoy the woods through the eyes of a child.

      Does it matter?

      But God bids us stand for the truth

      2 Corinthians 13:8 For we must always stand for the truth.

      First, a special request for prayer: Venezuela has the best opportunity for change in decades, through presidential elections this Sunday, July 28. The lead-up has been fraught with disappearances, thefts, and intimidation by the current government against the opposition. Yet an army of citizens are planning to risk everything by monitoring voting sites (see this article). PLEASE PRAY for their protection and for change in Venezuela that will allow millions of refugees to go back home to help rebuild their country. Thank you.

      Back to my post:

      I’ve done it, and perhaps you have too. An alarming email shows up in my Inbox, or a social media post catches my attention, and I forward or share it without checking the source or the information’s veracity. And later someone lets me know that it’s false. It’s misinformation, and I’ve become part of the web of lies circulating through our society.

      I’ve learned, through chagrin and embarrassment, to stop long enough to check before I believe. To pause and verify before I forward.

      This simple statement as we come to the end of 2 Corinthians, “We must always stand for the truth,” has challenged me to recommit to more responsible citizenship.

      I invite you to consider doing this as well. In this age of “my truth” and “your truth,” let’s reaffirm our belief in truths that don’t shapeshift according to someone’s agenda. Let’s commit to being trustworthy.

      Does it matter? Scripture says yes.

      Here’s an interesting truth, that perhaps can serve as our starting place:

      In the NIV, the word “truth” shows up 137 times; the word “lie” 226 times. This doesn’t count alternate ways of expressing these concepts. In the KJV, those numbers are “truth” 224 times; “lie” 280 times.

      Does God care about truth?

      Twisting the truth is nothing new. In John 8, Jesus uses the strongest possible language to condemn lying (John 8:44-46), yet people responded by claiming, repeatedly, that he was possessed by a demon. As you read Scripture, notice how often something like this happens. Wrongdoing is not very creative—it just changes its camouflage across time.

      In the wake of the assassination attempt on President Trump, I mentioned to a friend I was fact-checking, since rumors and false statements were running rampant on social media. She asked me how to do that. There are many nonpartisan organizations whose people work hard to check facts for us. I usually go to FactCheck.org, AP, Reuters, PolitiFact, Snopes, or Washington Post, but there are others.

      No single fact checking organization has time to cover everything. So, if you want to check a news article or a social media post or a speech, Google the headline or main content and see which fact checkers are working on that claim. You can also compare different fact-checking sites to see what they say.

      One other practice I follow: If I discover that something I’ve passed on as truth is false, I let people to whom I sent it know that I found out it’s not true. That’s good, but how many of them already passed it on to their contacts? Much better to check BEFORE I send.

      Another thing I do is read a variety of news sources: Newsmax AND the Washington Post AND historian Heather Cox Richardson’s daily Letter from an American, for example. I don’t want to get stuck in an information bubble, running the risk of being brainwashed by one angle on things or by the conspiracy theories so rampant on social media.

      Why do I go to all this trouble? Because my first loyalty is to the Kingdom of God, who bids me always stand for the truth. We must be careful with whom and with what we align his holy name.

      P.S. I expect pushback; that’s OK as long as it’s respectful and you fact check first. (Sigh. I’m an Enneagram 9, so conflict and confrontation are hard for me—including this post.)

      For what is yet to be, by Ted Loder, author of Guerrillas of Grace

      I (Debbie) wrote a post for today, but find I don’t yet have courage to post it.

      This morning I had the privilege of sharing with a group of chaplains-in-training some of our hospital experience with Karis. I was flooded all over again with how much our story–and Karis’s story–is all about grace.

      And when I left, one of the participants handed me two poems about grace. This one strikes me as better for today than what I had written. Thank you, Leslie!

      Wondrous Worker of Wonders,

      I praise you

      not alone for what has been,

      or for what is,

      but for what is yet to be,

      for you are gracious beyond all telling of it.

      I praise you

      that out of the turbulence of my life

      a kingdom is coming.

      is being shaped even now

      out of my slivers of loving,

      my bits of trusting,

      my sprigs of hoping,

      my tootles of laughing,

      my smidgens of worshipping;

      that out of my songs and struggles,

      out of my griefs and triumphs,

      I am gathered up and saved,

      for you are gracious beyond all telling of it.

      I praise you

      that you turn me loose

      to go with you to the edge of now and maybe,

      to welcome the new,

      to see my possibililties,

      to accept my limits,

      and yet begin living to the limit

      of passion and compassion

      until,

      released by joy,

      I uncurl to other people

      and to your kingdom coming,

      for you are gracious beyond all telling of it.

      Guerrillas of Grace

      Tacking against the wind, by David Kornfield, OC International

      But God calls us to sail together

      Ephesians 4:16 Christ makes the whole body fit together perfectly. As each part does its own special work, it helps the other parts grow, so that the whole body is healthy and growing and full of love.

      How do you sail against the wind?

      Here’s a visual answer.

      The sailboat needs to zigzag. The most efficient tack is at a 45-degree angle. The wind pushes off the back of the sail, moving the sailboat forward. With more than a 45-degree angle, the boat will move forward much slower. With less than a 45-degree angle, it will move faster, but not in the direction you really want to go. After tacking at a 45-degree angle, you need to bring the boat around 90 degrees. However, you need to be careful because the sail will swing across the boat as you turn. The boom, the bottom of the sail, could knock you into the water if you don’t duck.

      Bob Mumford back in the eighties wrote about the Christian life using this image. Whether as an individual, a church or a denomination, we often find ourselves needing to go against the wind. This applies to following the will of God when you can’t simply go directly against the wind. You tack. You move forward on an angle.

      The problem comes when we forget that we’re tacking. We slide into thinking the tack is the right way to go. New denominations often start by someone saying, “Hey, we’re missing something important. We need to change in a major way!” The veterans who started the denomination are likely to resist because in their day, they began the denomination exactly because it responded to a need that others were missing. And so, another division happens and there are now two denominations with a great deal in common, but some fundamental differences. This happened in the charismatic renewal in Brazil in a big way. Almost every major non-Pentecostal denomination birthed a charismatic version in the seventies and eighties.

      What we forget is that whatever version we embrace, we are on a tack. We always need to be ready to change in a major way again, whether in our individual lives, our church or our denomination.

      This happened in my life in a big way in 2020 with the advent of COVID. My ministry shifted profoundly from pastoring of pastors to discipling and pastoring of pastors (DPP) in Latin America. There was some resistance, but we gradually shifted—some more quickly, some more slowly. Around 2022 I tacked again. Our ministry’s outcome was no longer healthy pastors but rather healthy, disciple-making churches. Again, some resisted, especially those who hadn’t made the first change.

      Now I’m tacking a third time, creating consternation among some DPP leaders.

      The great dechurching in Latin America is forcing us to recognize, though, that we can’t just make adjustments. We need profound changes. And we need to make them in cooperation with other churches and para church ministries. In addition to the motivation of the Great Commandment (Mt 22.34-40) and the strategy of the Great Commission (Mt 28.16-20), we need a Great Collaboration (Jn 17.20-24).

      This is the heart of the call to the Latin American Disciplers’ Summit planned for March 2025 in Bogotá, Colombia, which seeks to draw fifty principal leaders from each country. Its intent is not to be “an event,” but rather a call to cooperative action across the Spanish-speaking world.

      I am convinced that nothing less than working together, across denominations and ministries, will reverse the great dechurching. The challenges we face require revival and renewal of the whole Body of Christ.

      For good reasons, some DPP leaders are slow to commit to this. I’ve noticed four variables that affect people’s ability to change, to tack into the wind on a new ninety-degree angle.

      • Fatigued vs energized. Those who are in chronic fatigue, some level of burnout or overwhelmed naturally resist change. This can include those who are dealing with future shock – too many changes too quickly. Those who are inspired by the new vision, however will be energized by the proposed change.
          • Personality or temperament. According to the DISC model, D’s (direct, decisive, dominant) are likely to embrace change while S’s (secure, stable, solid) are more likely to resist it.
          • Commitment to earlier changes. Those who feel comfortable with earlier commitments will fear losing them. This can include deep-seated fear of losing something valuable and unnegotiable.
          • Innovators, early adopters, early majority, late majority, and laggards (best described by American sociologist Everett Rogers). In some ways this model summarizes the variables we’ve already listed.

          Isaiah 43.18-19 challenges me this year as I consider the new tack I believe God is calling us to:

          “Forget about what’s happened;

          don’t keep going over old history.

          Be alert, be present. I’m about to do something brand-new.

          It’s bursting out! Don’t you see it?

          There it is! I’m making a road through the desert,

          rivers in the badlands.

          (The Message, Is 43:18-19)

          May God give us both vision and the experience of His doing a new thing in our midst. May revival and renewal of the Church extend even beyond Latin America as we together follow the orders of the Captain of our ship.

          Captain, by Hillsong United