cup

An incredible gift from a generous friend upon her graduation from high school allowed our oldest daughter, Kinsey, to take one person on a trip. For a while I thought I would be the person, but somehow Kinsey’s brother displaced her dad. I was not too heartbroken, happy that my kids love each other enough to want to hang out together. They chose to backpack on their spring break through Italy and fly home from Paris. Through quite a few adventures, brother and sister made it home this past Saturday. (Mom and Dad are still praising God!) As we got word they arrived in Italy last Sunday in time for church in St. Peter’s Square, I thought of Henri Nouwen’s book entitled, “CLOWNING IN ROME.”

My friend Joe recently discovered another book by Henri Nouwen entitled, “CAN YOU DRINK THE CUP?” This priest, a native of Holland who taught at Notre Dame, Yale, and Harvard before spending the remainder of his life serving mentally handicapped adults at L’Arche Daybreak Community in Toronto, Canada, had the most incredible way of sharing profound truths in simple ways. He taught that the secret to ‘rejoicing in the Lord’ is the recognition that God has given each of us a cup to drink. He divided this small book into three parts: holding the cup, lifting the cup, and drinking the cup. He completed this writing in February of 1996, 8 months before his death. Here’s a taste of Nouwen’s wisdom and the familiar story of our Savior and two of his eager followers:

It is important to be very specific when we deal with the question: ‘How do we drink our cup?’ We need some very concrete disciplines to help us fully appropriate and internalize our joys and sorrows and find in them our unique way to spiritual freedom. I would like to explore how three disciplines – the discipline of silence, the discipline of the word, and the discipline of action can help us drink the cup of salvation. The first way to drink our cup is in silence.

This might come as a surprise, since being silent seems like doing nothing, but it is precisely in silence that we confront our true selves. The sorrows of our life often overwhelm us to such a degree that we will do everything not to face them. Radio, television, newspapers, books, films, but also hard work and busy social life can be ways to run away from ourselves and turn life into a long entertainment.

The word ‘entertainment’ is important here. It means literally ‘to keep (‘tain’ from the Latin ‘tenere’) someone in between (‘enter’).’ Entertainment is everything that gets and keeps our mind away from things that are hard to face. Entertainment keeps us distracted, excited, or in suspense. Entertainment is often good for us. It gives us an evening or a day off from our worries or fears. But when we start living life as entertainment, we lose touch with our souls and become little more than spectators in a lifelong show. Even very useful and relevant work can become a way of forgetting who we really are. Silence is the discipline that helps us go beyond the entertainment quality of our lives. There we can let our sorrows and joys emerge from their hidden places and look us in the face, saying: ‘Don’t be afraid; you can look at your own journey, its dark and light sides, and discover your way to freedom.’ At first the silence might only frighten us. In silence we start hearing the voices of darkness: our jealousy and anger, our resentment and desire for revenge, our lust and greed, and our pain over losses, abuses, and rejections. These voices are often noisy and boisterous. They may even deafen us. Our most spontaneous reaction is to run away from them and return to our entertainment. But if we have discipline to stay put and not let these dark voices intimidate us, they will gradually lose their strength and recede into the background, creating space for the softer gentler voices of the light. These voices speak of peace, kindness, gentleness, goodness, joy, hope, forgiveness, and, most of all, love. They might at first seem small and insignificant, and we may have a hard time trusting them. However, they are very persistent and they will grow stronger if we keep listening. They come from a very deep place and from very far. They have been speaking to us since before we were born, and they reveal to us that there is no darkness in the One who sent us into the world, only light. They are part of God’s voice calling us from eternity: ‘My beloved child, my favorite one, my joy.’

The enormous powers of our world keep drowning out these gentle voices. Still they are the voices of truth. (From: “CAN YOU DRINK THE CUP? pp 93-96)

“Then James and John, the sons of Zebedee, came to him. ‘Teacher,’ they said, ‘we want you to do for us whatever we ask.’ ‘What do you want me to do for you?’ he asked. They replied, ‘Let one of us sit at your right and the other at your left in your glory.’ ‘You don’t know what you are asking,’ Jesus said. ‘Can you drink the cup I drink or be baptized with the baptism I am baptized with?’ ‘We can,’ they answered. Jesus said, ‘You will drink the cup I drink and be baptized with the baptism I am baptized with, but to sit at my right or left is not for me to grant. These places belong to those for whom they have been prepared.’” (Mark 10:35-40)

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neighbors

A dozen of us gathered at my next door neighbor’s home last Thursday evening, the night before Dave was to have surgery for prostrate cancer. Ann, a nurse at Emory who shines out Jesus’ love and mercy everywhere she goes, opened a Bible and said she wanted to read something before we all prayed. The Spirit of God was in the room as these familiar words were read: “Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable – if anything is excellent or praiseworthy – think about such things.” (Phil 4:4-8)

The blood report last week revealed this new chemo I’ve been taking is effective. Thanks for your prayers! It is easy to rejoice when you get a good report, but what about before you know the outcome of the surgery? How do you deal with all the unknowns without being anxious? How do you keep your mind on noble things while your world seems to be in chaos? You can’t… unless the Lord is near. The blessing of peace in a room of neighbors was not a result of good friendships, or an excellent nurse, or people who have experienced other trials… the peace was from God. To mention the word ‘rejoice’ in hard circumstances makes no sense to the world, but if the Lord is near, the child of God is living beyond this world.

I have another neighbor who’s been fighting leukemia for three years. He’s nineteen years old and a hero of mine. My son loves to fish with him, he’s an incredible tennis player, and he’s gotten more bad reports lately than good. Last month, no one knew whether David would live through a tough weekend. His mom sent out an e-mail that ran chills down every parent’s spine. “We’ve talked a lot about Heaven,” she wrote. Experiencing every emotion you can imagine, a godly mother helped her son think about pure, lovely, excellent, and praiseworthy things. I saw her Sunday and she bravely smiled with tear-filled eyes as she shared the current struggle. David’s dad told me a few days ago that as hard as this trial has been on everyone, he understands a little more of what God did for us as His Son suffered on our behalf. This family may not feel it sometimes, but God is near. David is an overcomer… his gentleness is evident to all.

I hate cancer. I often hate the fact that painful things hit us on this earth with no understandable explanation. But I’m going to tell everyone there is still joy in the Lord. I’m going to say that when God is near, all things are possible. I’m going to tell everyone that God is love. I’m going to ask the Father to help us keep our eyes on the Good Shepherd as we listen to His gentle voice. Please pray for my neighbors.

“The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” Psalm 23

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Geneva

I asked our guest to share a few thoughts. Here are her unedited words. (You’ll notice, she’s a better writer than I am…)

Greetings,

My name is Geneva Simpson and my son Israel and I are homeless. But please save your pity, all Christians share my plight. This life is merely a rest stop; the Kingdom of Heaven is our only true home. Jesus didn’t have a worldly dwelling place and as His followers we’re ‘urban campers’ also… but who in their right mind would leave the stability of home and family to wander the earth homeless in pursuit of an unseen force?

“When Jesus saw the crowd around him, he gave orders to cross to the other side of the lake. Then a teacher of the law came to him and said, “Teacher, I will follow you wherever you go.” Jesus replied, “Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.” (Mat 8:19-20)

It has been five years since I’ve accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior.  Once upon a time, I was a Muslim employed as an administrative assistant for a college president. A co-worker shared a few scriptures with me and extended an invitation to a ‘come as you are’ worship service. I only agreed to go to silence her persistent pleas, but secretly I loathed Christians and had no real intentions of ever stepping foot inside the woman’s church. I knew my soul was malnourished; I hungered for something but couldn’t determine what it was. Yet, I still stubbornly refused the spiritual food my friend offered me.

Unbeknownst to me, at the time, my benefactor prayed the Lord would pierce my hardened heart. We met for lunch one afternoon and she delivered the painful prognosis very bluntly. The unrepentant sinner, that I was, faced an eternity in hell without salvation. Sadly, I would not partake of the Lord’s bounty in the hereafter. Then this mighty woman of God openly prayed for me, without trepidation, in a crowded Chinese restaurant! I knew, at that moment, my life would never be the same…

Several months after my baptism, I converted my pastor’s more weighty sermons to a few reader-friendly newsletters. ‘Scribed in the Spirit’ was well received; consequently, there was talk I might become editor of a larger publication. I truly felt blessed; what higher honor is there than to use ones spiritual gifts to glorify the Body of Christ. I was convinced I’d stumbled upon my true purpose. My entire being became enmeshed in evangelical literature and the 9-5 got less and less. It was clear, at least to me, I could no longer serve two masters. I quit my job confident the church would support me. I couldn’t have been more wrong; there was no safety net beneath me, and I fell hard. I was scorned and criticized for leaving a very good job and in such a poor economy, no less. Unsympathetic friends and family rebuked me and watched on as my life unraveled at the seams…

I have truly embarked upon the road less traveled. When you’re out on a limb, with no earthly means of support, one must depend on the Lord for basic survival. God is so real to me. I can not honor Him with soulless worship and whiny ‘why me’ prayers. Both my life and my son’s well being hang in the balance. Naturally, having a child out of wedlock has raised the stakes considerably, but my faith must see us through this season of transition.

Right before my son and I crossed paths with Dana and Susan, I received the word – Lord increase our faith. (Luke 17:5) I stayed up all night praying – I’d maxed out two credit cards at extended stay hotels. I only had enough for one more night in a substandard motel and didn’t know where we’d end up after that.  Israel slept soundly in blissful ignorance as I lay crumpled on the floor in utter torment. “Where will we go Lord?” I cried out. I can almost feel Christ’s anguish during his prayer vigil the night before His arrest. “Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done.” (Luke 22:42)

Truly the Spirit can and will endure anything – oh – but the flesh…

Only a tortured and crucified Savior can understand the soul-gut wrenching agony I’ve experienced along this long and lonely faith walk. But the joy – the peace is indescribable. I can only say the moment Dana loaded us and all our earthly possessions (a white knapsack and my laptop) in his car that glorious day, a sublime calm enveloped me. The Lord said He would never leave my side and I believed Him…

To this very hour we go hungry and thirsty, we are in rags, we are brutally treated, we are homeless. We work hard with our own hands. When we are cursed, we bless; when we are persecuted, we endure it, when we are slandered, we answer kindly. Up to this moment we have become the scum of the earth, the refuse of the world. (1 Cor. 4:11-13)

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theories

I have a theory about the way God answers our frequent appeals to be molded into the image of Jesus. The conversation goes something like this:

God: “So you really want to become like my Son?”
Me: “Yes, Lord, you know I do.”
Lord: “You know the Scripture says that although he was a Son, Jesus learned obedience through the things He suffered.”
Me: “Yes, but I’ve always had a hard time understanding that verse. I thought Jesus was perfect.”
Lord: “He was perfect… and he was made perfect. (see Heb 5:7-10) You are declared righteous by His completed work and if you’re going to be like Him, you must walk as He did… in reverent submission. You were saved by grace through your faith in Jesus and you are called to live by faith… obeying my Word to you… and depending on my grace.”
Me: “Yes sir.” (Isn’t it great that the God of all Creation is willing to talk so plainly to His children?!)

Over quite a few days, His implied instruction from Matthew 25 was simple: “When I was a stranger, you invited Me in… whatever you did for the least of these my brethren, you did for Me.” Recently, a fellow teacher and I ran across a young lady and her two-year-old boy as we were leaving chapel. If it had been on the way to chapel, I would have had a good excuse to keep walking since I was on my way to an important duty. But this was after chapel, and the excuse of rushing to lunch probably does not impress God quite as much as going to worship. My friend, who had entered into a caring inquiry, had a class, so I hesitantly agreed to help the lady. She had been given some numbers of ministries in our county that serve the needs of the poor, but every call I made was in vain. “No room at the inn,” was getting old. As it was getting dangerously close to the end of my lunch hour, I was trying to figure out what to do. The lady was very humble and I couldn’t find any reason to blame her for her circumstance. Even if she could be blamed, a cute little boy sat in a stroller with big eyes. I asked her the boy’s name and when she replied, “Israel,” I thought, “Oh, brother.”

It is in such times that the voice of the Lord becomes intrusive… making me wonder whether we really want to hear God’s voice or not. For though He constantly tells us He loves us, He also says, “Those who love Me, obey Me.”

Lord: “Are you going to take care of the stranger or not?”
Me: “Well… what do you want me to do?”
Lord: “What do you think I want you to do? I’ve given you a house, haven’t I? I’ve given you food, haven’t I? I’ve loved you and saved you, haven’t I? You’ve said you wanted to be like Jesus… so show her love… not with empty words, but with action.”

My wife, Susan, is a lot more moldable than I am, so when I called and told her the situation, she quickly said she would come pick them up. So for a little over three weeks, Geneva and Israel have lived with us. Her story is one she needs to tell one day (maybe I’ll get her to write the next journey), but for now, we are all receiving God’s blessing. She has a place to stay and we have a little bigger family. Brothers and sisters in Christ have extended love and fellowship. Of course, three-year-old John, who towers over the two-year-old of a different color, has been the best neighbor. He calls him “little brother” (I’m not sure he can pronounce ‘Israel’).

And I’ve reached another theory: Even when I obey… it is by God’s grace and not by my own goodness. He is even in charge of the opportunities… How I need Jesus.

“So do not throw away your confidence; it will be richly rewarded. You need to persevere so that when you have done the will of God, you will receive what he has promised. For in just a very little while, ‘He who is coming will come and not delay. But my righteous one will live by faith. And if he shrinks back, I will not be pleased with him.’ But we are not of those who shrink back and are destroyed, but of those who believe and are saved.” Hebrews 10:35-39

“Keep on loving each other as brothers. Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it. Remember those in prison as if you were their fellow prisoners, and those who are mistreated as if you yourselves were suffering.” Hebrews 13:1-3

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update

My least favorite topic to write about is my health, but several have asked what is going on, so I guess it is good to share every now and then. This also gives me a chance to sneak in some prayer requests, knowing the prayers of the righteous make a big difference. At Thanksgiving I revolted and escaped the doctor’s office without receiving chemotherapy. The nurse told me I couldn’t do such a thing, but I thought I was a little faster than she was, so I bolted. I’ve never scored a touchdown in a Super Bowl, but there couldn’t be much better a feeling than sprinting untouched through the doctor’s office, across the parking lot, and into my 1984 Nissan Maxima… drug-free. (Actually, I didn’t sprint… I just walked briskly… there are a lot of frail people in a cancer center.)

When I had to meet with my doctor again, I felt a bit like a kid in the principal’s office. In a gentle way, he said, “We’ve been battling this disease over seven years now, so you know you can be honest with me and I know I can be honest with you.” I told him I had been on the same chemo sixteen straight months just to keep the cancer stable. I told him my body was feeling it and that Thanksgiving was my favorite holiday and I just wanted to be chemo-free. I was hoping he would expel me from Suburban Hematology, but he said he understood. (Compassionate doctors can be annoying sometimes…) He suggested we take some time off and let my body recover a bit. During the first month the bad protein only rose from 1.7 to 1.9. (At my diagnosis in 2000, this protein count was the highest at 6.3… a healthy person’s count is zero.) This past month, the number rose from 1.9 to 2.6 (a big increase). I also started feeling the familiar pain creep back into my bones. Believe it or not, this pain can make a man beg for chemo in hope of some relief. I wasn’t quite begging yet, but I knew my time of running from the doctors was over. (I heard this week that Roy Scheider, of ‘Jaws’ fame, just died of multiple myeloma, reminding me that this cancer is not very friendly.)

Last Friday I started a new chemotherapy. It is one I have not yet had and I guess it is the last ‘big gun’ the doctors know about. It always takes me a while to figure out the side effects, so if you don’t mind, please pray they are minimal. Please also pray the 21-day treatment is effective (I won’t find out results for a month). I’m already picking up a cold, I’m afraid, so please pray I can avoid these sicknesses while my white blood counts are low. Susan and I and eighteen others have airline tickets for a mission trip to Namibia at the end of March, so please also pray that I am able to go to Africa. (I promise not to run away and hide in the desert…) Our family knows the importance of prayer in the journey. We’re all sojourners in need of people praying for us along the way. Thanks for receiving these requests.

Love,
Dana

“I call on you, O God, for you will answer me; give ear to me and hear my prayer. Show the wonder of your great love, you who save by your right hand those who take refuge in you from their foes. Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings…” Psalm 17:6-8

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