Saturday, August 1, 2015

Remembering Rosa...


One year ago, on August 03, 2014 we lost a little one. Rosa Medrano died at the age of 3. Her Mom and big brothers continue to struggle with the grief. With permission below is Rosa’s eulogy given by her Pediatrician, Dr. Shea Bowling. In honor of Sally, Jesse and Tata and in memory of Rosa who is now healed and dancing in the fields with Jesus…let us not forget and let us live in hope! d

“I am honored and humbled to share with you the life of Rosa Medrano.  To share with you the joy and the anguish that surrounds these last days.  I was privileged to be part of the team who cared for Rosa medically.

In the small things I was able to help with, Rosa and her family helped me and many others in great things.  I am grateful to God, Sally and her family for allowing me to share in this precious life. We come to days like these with mixed emotions and thoughts – sadness, anguish, anger, confusion – we want to know why and to see the purpose in everything – we doubt, we have questions – why this sweet little girl is taken and others get to stay.

What words can be spoken to soothe broken hearts.  To bring hope, healing, and peace – a reason to go on.

I looked for some poem or song, something profound…the only word that comes is JESUS.

As I thought about the truth of this that Jesus is our hope, our understanding, the answer to all our confusion and questions, all our deep hurts and longings.  I smiled and began to think of Rosa’s arrival in Heaven.

I saw her skipping and twirling in green tall grass in a beautiful, long white dress with a big bow in the back, barefoot with her long flowing curly coal black hair glistening in the sun.  She arrives to a host of ancestors who have waited to meet her and rejoice at her arrival.  They talk as if they have always known each other, and then in the field out in the open, she spots Jesus waiting. She giggles and runs into His arms.  He gives her the biggest hug and twirls her around.  He gently kisses her cheek, brushing her hair from her face.  They walk hand in hand to the stream and sit down on the bank. Rosa begins to point at all the creatures she sees and talks to Jesus about them.  As she delights, Jesus turns and says, `Rosa I love you so much! I am so glad to see you, welcome home my good and faithful servant.’ You see Rosa was God’s real life example of His unconditional love.

As you know while Rosa was in her earthly body, she did not get to walk or talk or giggle.  But no matter, Rosa accomplished more in the 3 years of her life than most of us will our whole life.  Rosa is a picture for us to see of the love that Jesus has for us.  A love that is unconditional and forever.  You see Rosa was just like any other little girl.  She liked her nails done but she liked mama best! She would be ornery with new nurses and breathe against her ventilator just to get her Mom in the room.  She enjoyed her brother’s announcements of how much they loved her.  She hated the hospital and was always glad to come home.  She looked pretty in pink, loved Dora and stuffed animals.

Rosa lived in a broken body while on this earth but never a broken spirit.  Some would look in and feel sorry for her family and think all a burden.  They think why did this have to happen?  But I will tell you that her family counted every day as a gift.  Jonita said it best, `I am grateful for you Sally for taking such good care of her and grateful to God for every day we got to have with her.’ The best picture I know on earth that helps me begin to understand the greatness of God’s love for us is a mother’s love for her child.  This is the gift of Rosa straight from God to this family and the gift of seeing God’s love in watching this family love her.  Jonita spoke what all in Rosa’s family feel in their hearts – I love Rosa and I would give my life for hers.  I love all of my family and would die for any of them.  What is love, if not this?  Jesus said greater love hath no man than to lay down one’s life for another.  We talk about love and long for it.  We think we find it. Paul describes love to the Corinthians in this way, `Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude.  It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about the injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.’ (1 Corinthians 13: 4-7)

Rosa’s family demonstrated every word of Love as they cared for and gave up much to experience the deeper joy of loving Rosa.  I saw Sally go without sleep for days, miss meals, holidays, and hot showers so she could be there to care for Rosa.  I saw brothers thrilled that their sister got a new room, never jealous or upset that their Mama needed to be with Rosa.  I saw Aunts willing to give up everything to help Rosa and love on their sister Sally.  Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Grandmas, Brothers, and Sisters all there to love Rosa – no matter what.  We knew when Rosa was just an infant that her days on earth would be short and difficult, but Sally and her family would never have missed a day to be with her.  I think this poem I heard sums it up best, Child of Mine (Edward Albert Guest)

 Child of Mine

I’ll lend you for a little time

A child of mine. He said,

For you to love while she lives

and mourn when she is gone.

It may be six of seven years

or twenty-two or three,

But will you, till I call her back,

Take care of her for me?

She’ll bring her charms to gladden you,

but should her stay be brief,

You’ll have her lovely memories,

as solace for your grief.

I cannot promise she will stay,

since all from earth return,

But there are lessons taught down there

I want this child to learn.

I’ve looked the wide world over

In my search for teachers true

and from the throngs that crowd life’s lanes

I have selected you

Now will you give her all your love,

Nor think the labor vain,

Nor hate Me when I come to call

To take her back again?

I fancied that I heard them say:

Dear Lord, Thy will be done!

For all the joy Thy Child shall bring

the risk of grief we’ll run.

We’ll shelter her with tenderness;

We’ll love her while we may,

and for happiness we’ve known

Forever grateful stay.

But should angels call for her

much sooner than we planned

we’ll brace the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.

Love when it is real is full of joy and deep anguish.  Mary was blessed to be the mother of Jesus to know and love Jesus as His mother – what a privilege!  But, her very heart was pierced when He died on a cross but again lifted to highest heights when He rose from the dead.  Our hearts rejoice in the life and gift of Rosa and our hearts are pierced as she leaves us…but this is not it. Jesus said I have come that you might have eternal life.  He told the disciples to be quiet and let the children come unto Me and He blessed them.  He said unless you come as a little child you cannot enter My kingdom.  Rosa is laughing, running, twirling, smelling flowers and riding horses with Jesus in Heaven.  She showed us the great and unending love of God for all of us.  God loved Sally and her family so much that He sent Rosa for a little while to show us love – to be a picture to you of His great love.

God loved us so much that He sent His son Jesus to be our hope, our peace, our reason to get up tomorrow and keep going – keep loving on this earth until we enter His perfect peace and rest in Heaven.

Jesus tells us in John 6 all that is required for this eternal life is to, `Believe in Me. Believe that I love you so much I gave up Heaven, lived on earth that you might see God’s love in a living human being, I died on a cross to rescue you from the evil that has taken life and hope from you.  All you have to do to enter…is believe in Me.  Believe, I am God’s son.’ Jesus says, `Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you let Me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy to bear and the burden I give you is light.’

Rosa’s very life has brought all of us together from all walks of life to be a picture of God’s love on this earth.  In three short years she accomplished this and has been received into Jesus’ arms and lives forever in a perfect beautiful new body!!  What shall we do with the days we have left? Will we spend it with Jesus loving or will we spend it without hope, comfort or peace?

Annie Dillard said, `You do not have to sit outside in the dark, if however you want to look at the stars, you will find that the darkness is necessary.  But the stars neither require nor demand it.’ True love is sometimes wrapped in sorrow (darkness) as we say goodbye but, will we run from the dark and difficult and risk missing the beautiful stars – the moments, the memories, the lives that we experience when we know love?  Jesus waits to love us all, to comfort us, to give us peace, will we run into His arms….

Let us celebrate that Rosa is home with Jesus, whole and perfect. She waits with Jesus to welcome us in Heaven. “

 

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Baptist Legalism


I was in a group discussion the other day when the topic turned towards legalism.  The question was asked, “Name some of the things we Baptists are legalistic about?”  The usual suspects were mentioned; dancing, drinking, smoking, etc. The conversation narrowed down and the focus became alcohol consumption.  Someone said they’d have a beer on occasion.  It was discussed that nowhere in the Bible is drinking alcohol forbidden; everything in moderation.  It was also stated that if there is alcoholism in your family, you should run from alcohol or if you made a vow to God not to drink alcohol, then don’t. If you have an addictive nature, stay away.  There were comments that Jesus turned water into wine and the question of “watered down” wine was asked.  I’m sure many thoughts of “for” or “against” remained only thoughts…except for one.

A man spoke up against consumption of alcohol.  He stated that if someone drinks alcohol they are opening the door for satan to attack.  He used the word “abstinence” many times.  He also said that Jesus didn’t serve wine at His table.  Really? This man spoke with disgust; his tone was strong and his conviction was clear.  He spoke for a few moments and it became very quiet in the room.  Folks were pondering his comments…some nodding their heads in agreement and others kept their eyes on the floor.  

Then the topic of conversation turned to homosexuality…. would an openly gay couple be welcome in our church? Soft comments were made, “probably not.” 

Probably not.  Surely not. Absolutely not.

Someone said that we tend to be more accepting of people who sin the sins we sin.  If the sin is “extreme,” then we are not so loving and possibly….even….judgmental? We rank sins, yours are worse than mine because they’re yours and not mine. I don’t see that anywhere in my Bible.

I was reminded of some comments I overheard about a men’s retreat, a golf tourney where the purpose, as I understood it, was to invite the unchurched to join the churched in a round of golf.  Someone in leadership said that they were having a hard time filling the roster because the churched stated they didn’t really know any unchurched.

Really?

When the man was talking about abstinence from alcohol, I thought, wow, if I were an alcoholic and needed some support and this was the first time I came to this church…I would leave and not come back.  Why?  Because if one person spoke so vehemently against the very thing I struggle with…everyone else probably feels the same way.  This doesn’t sound like a loving and forgiving place.  Where’s the help? He sounds as if he felt that strongly about the person drinking the alcohol as he did about the drink itself.  I’d feel worthless and hopeless even though “they” don’t even know me…they probably all feel the same way – silence is condoning - so I wouldn’t feel safe sharing my sin…

Someone also mentioned they won’t drink alcohol because they don’t want to cause someone to stumble, like being seen having a cocktail in a restaurant by someone you have been witnessing to.  And I wondered if I were having a drink and the man who spoke for abstinence only saw me having a drink…would he treat me differently from then on?  They abstained to remain an example of Christly living and having a drink doesn’t fit that definition to them.  But, if we speak so strongly about something, which sounds condemning and is overheard by a lost soul and that condemnation prohibits the lost soul from seeking Christ, shouldn’t we guard our words as well?  “Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark.” James 3:5 

While the subject of homosexuality was quietly being discussed…I thought of a homeless man I have befriended who is not only homeless, but an alcoholic AND a homosexual.  I have spent time sitting with this man and talking about life; about how he worked for child welfare for a lotta years.  How he would take time off, and try to be renewed before he went back to a life of trying to save little ones that others were willing to throw away.  It finally got to him and he and a friend got in a car and drove off…and he never went back. He drinks to cloud the memories of kids being treated like property…by their parents, sisters, brothers, foster parents, grandparents. The ones who were supposed to protect those little ones were guilty of abuse and neglect. That’s just not the way it’s supposed to be. So he drank to forget and now he can’t quit.

My friend is not where he wants to be but he hasn’t pulled down his wall yet to allow God to come in and take all the pain away.  He’s articulate, funny and very caring. He is a man hurting and in need of Jesus’ forgiveness…but he’s homeless and a drunk and gay.  So, should I shun him?  Should I stop inviting him to church? Should I give up on him because other people have? Should I run because his sins are different than mine?

Someone mentioned during our legalistic conversation that in Jesus’ day, the tax collector was stigmatized…just as gays are today in our society, mostly by Christians. What did Jesus do? He looked into Matthew’s heart and knew what he could become.  What did Matthew do, because he was loved and cared for? He became a disciple…he was filled with hope and his life was transformed.  Because Jesus was willing to go to him and get to know him.

The thing is we gotta go where it’s dirty, uncomfortable and unknown…because that’s where we’ll find the disenfranchised, poor, mentally ill, demon possessed, forsaken and forgotten…the homosexual, the homeless, the drunk.  I’ve found the more time I spend with them, I’d rather be by their side than anywhere else. By developing relationships I see the person and not the sin…God wants to transform lives and by doing so the sins are forgiven –even what Christians perceive as the extreme ones - and a life changes and the Kingdom grows.

I wonder if those who speak so strongly against something, like booze, drugs or homosexuality – do so because they’re afraid?  I was at first. But the only way God could take my fear away was for me to dive in headfirst. You know, take the first step. I told Jesus I was nervous but I was willing to go… I want to serve Him wholly, whenever and wherever and fear prohibits obedience.

May I always know some unchurched people and may I always be willing to go to them…to share a meal, to sit in their home even if it’s an alley, to provide for a tangible need, to listen and to remind them that God loves them…If we don’t believe God can save the worst of the worst – whoever that is – then we’ve missed the reason Jesus died and we’re doubting that He can truly transform anyone.

So where’s the faith in that?

I pray that I will never be so passionately against something that it causes me to be passionately against someone.

In His service, d

 

 

 

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Who's Got Your Back?


LOVE GOES…

Stop. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath.  Now, think about the people in your life that you can count on. People who have encouraged you. People who have listened to you. People who have held you when you cried. People you’ve laughed with, learned from, received advice from, been scolded by - people you look up to.  People who have sat in the emergency room with you, helped you out financially, helped you move, watched your kids.  People who drove you to work when your car broke down, brought you some Vicks when you were sick, took you to lunch when you were disappointed or hurt. People who came to the funeral of someone you loved. People who went to your graduation. People who attended your ballgames, recitals, school programs - who walked with you through your rite of passage.  People who made sure you had a first…taught you to water ski, how to put a minnow on a fishing pole, took you to Disney World, camping, on an airplane trip and road trip.  People, who taught you to cook, mow the grass, read a book to you.  Think of the person who took you to church and introduced you to Jesus.

Who you are today is determined a lot by who supported you yesterday.  Those people you sometimes take for granted who always have your back.  If you take the time you can remember individuals all the way back to your childhood who influenced you; helped to mold your character, taught you manners, gave you a break and kicked you in the behind once in awhile.

The job you have, where you volunteer; those who refer you to doctors, roofing companies, landscapers, mechanics…your life is balanced because of those you network with, your family, your friends – your support system.

So many people have no support system - no one has their back.  Their lives are often in chaos and crisis.  They survive from day to day.  Nothing is permanent or sure in their lives except that something “bad” will happen.  They are starving for someone to trust, someone to care, someone to love them unconditionally, someone who won’t judge, someone who will listen. They want – and need – the same things we have, a support system, a network of people who will encourage and lift them up.  We (the church) provide clothing closets and food pantries and benevolence, which is great but then we get frustrated when we see the same folks coming back over and over again for assistance. “How can they get their act together when they’ve never had their act together?” 

How can we expect people who have no life skills, coping skills or problem solving skills to figure out how to put food on the table, pay the electric bill, get the kids to bed at the same time each night and pay the rent on time? That’s another thing we tend to take for granted. We have schedules and routines to ensure we get the kids to all of their games, for us to take vacations, get the car detailed and go to dinner with friends. We’re organized and we plan things out. Many of these families we serve have no structure, because everything in their lives is uncertain.

The people that Isaiah 58, In His service ministers to rarely, if ever, experience any of the things we take for granted.  Many have never left Tulsa, have never been in a plane or to a museum; never gone to the PAC.  The only restaurants they’ve been in are fast food or restaurants they work in.

We throw resources at people and we want them “to get it” but we need to walk with them. We need to live the example.

Think about that.

Their experiences are extremely limited.  Their imagination doesn’t take them to a National Park or a Major League Baseball game.  It is confined to a community center that is closed and a pool that is now filled with dirt.

These kids go to school with your kids.  You may go to church with one of these parents.  You drive by their residences and you don’t even see them.  LOVE GOES invites you to open your eyes, your heart and your life and give it all to Jesus.

There is someone who needs you.  Someone you can walk with through this journey called life.  It may be a Grandma next door, or a teenager without a Dad, or a woman with HIV, it may be driving a single Mom to the store, and it may be taking a widower to lunch or going to a Celebrate Recovery meeting with a friend.  People are hurting and lonely and waiting on you.  Ask God to point you in His direction and He will use you in a mighty and life changing way.  LOVE GOES it does not sit behind closed doors…

Please join us. We have some ideas. There are great things you can do in small ways.  Register at FBCJENKS.ORG/LOVEGOES

In His service, deni

 

Saturday, March 28, 2015

LOVE GOES...LOVE2020..Loving people to Jesus!!!


This is from the "training" section on the Love2020 website. As Isaiah 58, In His Service, Inc. and First Baptist Jenks are preparing our local missions conference - Love Goes  - hopefully this will set your heart on fire for service to Jesus and prepare you to attend the Love Goes conference on June 27 and June 28th at First Baptist Jenks. In His service, d

Mini-Teaching on Compassion          
Compassion: More Than a Bleeding Heart  Luke 10:25-37 

One year right after Christmas I was flying through Atlanta on my way to Tampa to speak at a Bible conference. I had a few minutes in the airport so I picked up a copy of the Washington Times (December 26, 1994, p. A2). One of the articles gave a synopsis of the sermon on Christmas Sunday at the National Cathedral in Washington, DC. The preacher began his message this way:

“This morning I want to talk about incarnation and children. But let me begin with the comments of a drug dealer to a minister. . . . ‘Rev, when a kid gets up in the morning and heads off to school, I am there. When he comes homes from school, I am there. When he comes out to play, I’m there. . . . They know where I am, Rev. Where are you?’”

“Rev, where are you?”

I’m a Rev. That question is for me.

Evil is all around us.

Where is the church of Jesus?

I write these words at a moment when our nation is deeply divided. We disagree with each other and often we don’t trust each other. Across the political spectrum we are beginning to realize that what is wrong with America is moral and spiritual. I think people are beginning to see that it is going to take more than money to rebuild our cities and our homes, our families and marriages, and to preserve our children into the next generation.

We need a new birth of compassion.

Compassion Defined

Compassion means to suffer with another person. The word has a strong personal element. To have compassion means more than just feeling sorry for somebody. It means to get down where they are in the midst of their need and to suffer with them in the midst of their pain. When Noah Webster publishedAn American Dictionary of the English Language in 1828, he began his definition of compassion this way: “A suffering with another; painful sympathy.”

Painful sympathy.

I like that, but I find it very challenging.

As an illustration of this “painful sympathy,” Noah Webster quotes Luke15:20, “His father saw him and felt compassion, and ran and embraced him and kissed him.” That verse is very significant because it shows us that compassion is more than just a feeling. It’s not just an emotion. It’s more than feeling sorry for people in trouble. Biblical compassion means that you see the problem, you are moved by the need, you go out to where the problem is, and you get your hands dirty trying to help one person after another get their problems solved and raise them up to a higher level of life.

We see this in a number of places in the life of Christ.

Matthew 14:14 tells us that Jesus had compassion on the great crowd following him so he healed the sick and then fed the 5,000.

Matthew 15:32 says that Jesus felt the same compassion on another crowd and so fed the 4,000.

When Jesus saw the two blind men of Jericho, Matthew 20:34 tells us that he was filled with compassion and healed them on the spot.

Mark 1:40-41 offers the most telling example of what compassion meant to our Lord Jesus.

A leper came to him, imploring him, and kneeling said to him, “If you will, you can make me clean.”  Moved with pity, he stretched out his hand and touched him and said to him, “I will; be clean.”

Here is the most shocking part of that text: Jesus touched a leper!

In doing that, he broke all the customs and rules of that day. According to the Old Testament, if you had leprosy, you were unclean. People were so scared of lepers that they made them live in a colony away from the rest of society so they would not contaminate anyone else. But when Jesus saw the man with leprosy, he was so moved that he reached out and touched him.

Please understand something. For our Lord Jesus Christ, compassion was not a feeling; it was a commitment to get involved with hurting people. Real compassion is more than a feeling. Real compassion moves from feeling to action.

Compassion Illustrated

We are used to thinking of Jesus as the Son of God, and so he was. But I call to your attention what the Apostle Peter said in Acts 10:38 as his one-sentence summary of Jesus’ ministry:

He went about doing good and healing all who were oppressed by the devil, for God was with him.”

How’s that for the earthly life of Christ?
“He went about doing good.”

Short, concise, right to the point.

Most of us would not react kindly if someone called us a “do-gooder,” but the original “do-gooder” was our Lord Jesus Christ.

One day a man came to see our Lord with a curious question:

“Who is my neighbor?”

In one sense, that question seems to answer itself. Just look around. Your neighbors are all around you. They live on your street, you go to school with them, you shop at the same stores, eat at the same restaurants, you drive the same streets they do, you work with your neighbors, and you see them when you go to church.

Your neighbors are all around you.

Simple answer, or so it would seem. But buried within it is a deeper theological question. All the Jews knew that God commanded his people to love him with a whole heart. But Leviticus 19:18 adds an important application:

You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”

If loving God is hard, loving your neighbor is equally hard but in a different way, especially when you add those last two words, “as yourself.” So the question comes, “Who is my neighbor?” In answer to this important question, Jesus told a story that we call the Parable of the Good Samaritan (Luke 10:30-37).

Jesus said there once was a man on the road from Jerusalem down to Jericho. Thieves fell upon him, beat him, stripped him, robbed him, and left him for dead. And before too long a priest, a minister of God, came by, saw the poor man lying there, and the priest walked on the other side so he wouldn’t have to get involved. He had to get to the temple. A few minutes later a Levite came by, a theologian, a Doctor of Theology, a student of God’s word, a man who was supposed to know the character of God. When that Levite saw the poor man lying by the side of the road, he crossed to the other side so he wouldn’t have to bother with him. He was already late for his weekly Torah discussion group.

Soon after that came a Samaritan. When Jesus says that, he was talking about a despised group. The Jews hated the Samaritans. They would never say anything good about them. But Jesus said this half-breed, hated Samaritan came along and saw that poor man lying there. When he found out that he was still alive, he took his wine and poured it on his wounds. He dressed his wounds, picked the man up, put him on his donkey, took him up to the inn, paid the proprietor, stayed the night with the man, and the next morning he took money out of his own pocket, gave it to the inn keeper saying, “If there is more, I’ll settle the bill when I come back later.”

Let me make two observations about this story. First, what this Samaritan did was truly above and beyond normal human obligations. Today if we saw a beaten man lying by the road, we would first call 911 and then do what we could while we waited for help to arrive. But there were no EMTs on the treacherous road winding through the mountains from Jerusalem down to Jericho. If this man were to survive, the Samaritan would have to take the whole burden on himself.

Either he got involved or the man died.

There were no other options.

Seen in that light, many of us might have hesitated. After all, we’ve got things to do, places to go, people to see. I don’t know anyone who isn’t busy these days. The demands of life lie heavily on all of us. And you can’t save the world. You just can’t.

Lighting a Candle in Toledo

Not long ago Marlene and I spent a weekend in Toledo with David and Kelly Kaiser and with all the good people who serve with them at Western Avenue Ministries in the South End of town. It is one of the toughest areas in the country. I wrote about our experiences in a blog entry called I Haven’t Turned a Trick in a Week. The area is rife with drug dealers, pimps, prostitutes, slumlords, and broken families living below the poverty line and getting by on government assistance. I’ve never seen a more difficult area in my travels across America. And yet David and Kelly seem happy to be there. They and their co-workers face the challenges with faith, hope and optimism born of something that is “not of this world.” Here’s how I summarized it:

Then you look at the faces of the little children who come with their mothers to Baby University.

 

So beautiful.

Innocent, beautiful children raised by parents who sometimes are hardly more than children themselves.

 

It is so heartbreaking.

But if the work is hard and slow, the victories are real and sometimes the work of grace is amazing in a broken human life.

 

If you’ve been turning tricks to make a living, it’s a huge victory to go a week without turning one.

That’s worth cheering.

So our friends at Western Avenue continue their good work. Not everyone can do what they do. Some people visit and never come back because the devastation wrought by sin is so great that they can’t take it. At one point last night, Kelly Kaiser said, “You can’t look at it that way. Don’t let the darkness overwhelm you. Just light a candle and let it shine.”

I think that last point bears on the story of the Good Samaritan. No matter who you are or how much you care or how hard you work or how much you pray, you can’t save them all.

You can’t rescue every baby.
You can’t save every marriage.
You can’t help every homeless person.

Even if you are Mother Teresa, you can’t rescue every hurting child in Calcutta. It just can’t be done. But that is no reason not to help those whom God puts in your path.

You light a candle in the darkness.

So why did the Samaritan get involved when the priest and the Levite passed by on the other side?

It’s not a matter of busyness nor is it a matter of preparation. I suppose one could argue that his background as an outcast made him more likely to respond to human need. That’s possible, and it may in fact be true, but Jesus does not stress that point.

The priest had no idea that morning about the man by the side of the road.
Neither did the Levite.
Neither did the Samaritan.

All we know is that his compassion moved him to action. At that particular moment, this particular Samaritan saw this particular man robbed, beaten and left for dead, and he decided to get involved. We need not ask what he would have done if he had seen 10 men lying by the road or if he had seen 100 men robbed, beaten, and left for dead.

He cared enough to help the man he actually did see. That’s all that matters.

No One Can Do It All

There is a second point to notice. The Samaritan could not have known what he was getting himself into. I’ve already noted that few of us would have done what he did. But don’t miss the point. When he saw this man by the road, he evidently didn’t do a mental calculation and say, “I’m going to end up paying for this man’s hotel bill.” That would come somewhere down the road. As a practical matter, he couldn’t have known what was required. The only decision he had to make was, “Should I get involved or should I pass by on the other side of the road?”

We rarely know what compassion will demand of us. Which is why we ought not to be overly calculating before we get involved. Sometimes the help we give will be brief and easy to do. Other times we will discover that the demands are long-lasting and heavy to bear.

Most of the time we can’t do it all by ourselves. Even in this story, the Samaritan didn’t stick around and try to nurse the man back to health himself. He left him in the care of the innkeeper and then went on his way.

No one can do it all, and no one is being asked to do it all.

But we can all do something.

So we come to the end of the story Jesus told, which actually ends in a question and then a simple command.

“Which of these was the true neighbor to the man in need?”
The priest?
The Levite?
The Samaritan?

I just smiled as I wrote that because it’s not a trick question. It’s as if Jesus is saying to a group of schoolchildren, “If you know the answer, just shout it out.”

Even the kids know the answer to this one.

Tell this story to children anywhere in the world, and hands will go up all over the room.
“It’s the Samaritan!”

Good answer.

Then comes the simple application: “Go and do likewise.”

You see, in the story Jesus told, the real question is not, “Who is my neighbor?” but rather “Whose neighbor will I be to those I meet today?” The onus is always on me, not on those in need. In the story Jesus told, it’s not about the man in need. It’s about those who had a chance to help and didn’t, and the one man who did what he could even though he could have walked away.

Compassion Applied

Compassion is not something you talk about. Compassion is something you do. If you want your neighborhood to be changed, get involved. Your neighborhood could be changed, but you have to do it the hard way, the slow way, the quiet way, the unseen, difficult way. But in God’s economy, that’s the only way it works.

Let me give you three words of application:

1) We need to pray aggressively.

A few years ago a prominent Christian magazine published an article called “Rediscovering Prayer.” It should strike all of us as ironic whenever the church “rediscovers” prayer.

How did we lose prayer so that now we need to “rediscover” it?

History tells us that every revival has been preceded by fervent, united praying among believers. The spiritual and moral decay in our culture has brought us to a point of desperation and now our desperation has become our greatest ally. When we become desperate enough, we will seek the Lord.

My question is, are you desperate enough to start praying? We need some teenagers, young adults, children, singles, married couples, and we need an army of senior adults who are willing to become prayer warriors.

Will you pray for your spouse?
Will you stand in the gap for your children?
Will you seek God’s face for your pastor?
Will you pray earnestly for your friends?
Will you bring your neighbors before the Lord?
Will you pray for missionaries around the world?
Will you lift up the leaders of your government?

I can imagine someone saying, “Pastor Ray, I thought you were preaching about compassion. What does this have to do with compassion?” I remember one Sunday when a woman came to me after a service to explain why she hadn’t been in church recently.

“Pastor Ray, you haven’t seen me for the last two months because a young baby was born that has not grown as it should. After eight months the baby weighs only 11 pounds. The baby requires special care. On Sundays the last two months, I have been with that family. Pastor, thank you for telling the people to pray. I could not do it without their prayers.”

I didn’t know a thing about this until the woman spoke to me. The mother couldn’t understand why people from the church were going over twice a week to help feed and take care of the little baby. She said, “Now I understand. Jesus told you to come and help.” Thank God for an army of Christians around the world who without fanfare or publicity, without any desire to be known abroad, are sacrificing and reaching out and touching the hurting people around them. We need to have more people praying aggressively because we’re living in a sea of hurting people.

2) We need to be radically personal.

I come back to the sermon from the National Cathedral on Washington. The preacher said that four years earlier a minister and his wife adopted a crack baby. He and his church were already committed and engaged in community outreach. But he and his wife felt called to do more. He said that when the baby was brought home, her cry was like a cat’s meow. But now she is healthy, bouncy and happy. Whenever the pastor is asked how they did it, he just smiles and says, “We loved the crack right out of that baby.” It can be done. It will be time-consuming and expensive, but it can be done.

3) We need to begin this week.

May I suggest one simple step of application? Many of us would like a personal ministry, but we don’t know where to begin. There are people in your life who need the help only you can give. Some of them need a word of encouragement, and you are the only one who can give them that word. Some of them are staggering beneath a heavy load, and you are the only one who can lift that burden from their shoulders. Some of them are about to quit, and you are the only one who can keep them in the race. Some of them have been hit with an incredible string of trials, and you are the only one who can help them keep going.

Those people are all around you. Your only problem is that you don’t see them. Pray that God will give you Missionary Eyes. Those are eyes that see the real needs of the people you meet. Pray that God will bring at least one person across your path who needs the help only you can give. That’s a prayer God will answer, for there are folks all around you who are just barely making it. You see them where you work, and you live next door to them. Your children go to school with their children. They are out there waiting for someone to give them help. God has helped us for a purpose: that we might take what we have received and share it with those who desperately need it.

How do you change the world? Not through programs and not even through preaching done at a distance. You change the world one heart at a time, one life at a time. Compassion that isn’t personal isn’t compassion. God help us to be men and women of compassion, to reach out and touch a hurting world in Jesus’ name.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

A Day in the Life of a Social Worker….


Arrive at 7:15am – Check Email / Listen to voice mail / Set up computer  / Pray…”Father meet me here…”

Two staff members touch base to update me on personal struggles; I provide a listening ear, encouragement, prayer and a hug. Nurse Practitioner pages me – behaviorally challenged child and younger sibling.  Interview Mom; recently relocated in OK from out of state; offer supports; DHS, resources. However, BC patient states he needs to use the restroom.  I escort him and sibling to bathroom. He refuses to go back to exam room.  He decides to run instead. I give chase; sibling passes me.  Patient runs down staff hallway.  He quickly ascertains that each hallway is similar but wants to be sure there’s a height and weight station on each hall; he weighs himself on each hall; I catch my breath. He takes off again; I prevent him from going into waiting room on many occasions; he runs by exam room w/ Mom more than once; she waves at us.  He eventually gets tired and asks for water; I am considering 911 for myself…he is cornered by a doctor; he struggles, kicks and hits; she holds him on floor and I return w/ water. Eventually he agrees to get up and walk into exam room.  I block door to keep him from leaving.  Mom has remained calm and seated in exam room talking to NP.  He is given immunizations in exam room and I escort family to clinic lobby to wait for Sooner Ride; I escort family to cab. I have been paged.


I go upstairs to hear a patient screaming because a boil is being lanced; a long time patient in room w/ Mom and MGM. Older sibling is waiting in hallway, I chat w/ her. Crisis Nurse checks in w/ me and we are told that an ambulance has been called to parking deck.  We exit building and run to far end of parking deck.  A Mom is sitting in a chair, surrounded by paramedics and security.  I approach and hear her comment she has no insurance and has a child being seen inside clinic. I tell her who I am and she gets defensive when I ask who her child is.  I tell her I’m going to take her child away since I am a SWK.  She doesn’t laugh…(I’m kidding)  No, I tell her I will check on her child and touch base w/ her friend who is w/ child.  I give her my card and tell her I can help her be seen by a doctor; even though she doesn’t have insurance.  I am paged twice while in parking garage.  EMSA agrees to drive her to front door of clinic.  When we approach the front door of the clinic…the little one from upstairs is now in-between the sliding glass doors throwing a MAJOR temper tantrum.  Mom is on floor and MGM is leaning over a flailing kidlet. Crisis Nurse checks on the Mom delivered by EMSA and I assist w/ calming patient.  Mom stated patient wanted to take stairs from 2nd floor and upon arriving on the 1st floor she has a fit because she didn’t get to ride in the elevator. I am told Mom fell earlier in the day so I ask patient and sibling to take a ride in the elevator, while Mom gets car.  We go up to the 3rd floor, we peer through the glass and ride back down to the first. I put patient in car seat, strap her in and run upstairs. I am intercepted by a Mom who gives me a hug and asks for crackers…cheese please; I provide.  I think I missed a meeting…again.


I speak w/ Mom who is under a lot of stress; she has 3 children all are in exam room.  They discover me and try to take my watch off, step on my feet, pull on my glasses – all while I’m speaking w/ Mom and making sure she’s okay and trying to find out what resources she needs.  She comments to kidlets now and again;  they continue jumping, singing and hitting.  I give Mom card and tell her I will call w/ resources. I start to get up and am bear hugged by the youngest and receive a big juicy on the cheek…today’s reward.  I am told thank you by the BH nurse and I run back over to the other side of the clinic to talk to a Dad and Aunt who request services because Mom and Dad are divorcing; Mom is mentally ill and drug seeking.  I offer services and listen.  I go to my office and listen to messages. One of which says, “deni, emergency call.”  I grab an interpreter and find out that one of our parents has been arrested and he is not a resident.  Mom is frantic that Dad will be deported. Their child has a chronic illness and Mom does not work; Dad is sole breadwinner.  I receive calls periodically of updates throughout the day and finally Dad is released and goes home.


I pass by a room and hear a Mom yelling at kidlet. I enter room and Mom demands to know who I am.  I talk to kidlet who is crying. Mom calms down.  I walk kidlet to office and we get juice, animal crackers and a stuffed animal and return to exam room. I give Mom a juice and my card and tell her if she needs to talk or needs some help to call. She smiles.


Granted I haven’t charted all day and it is now about 4:30pm. I go to my office and attempt to organize the names of everyone I saw in order that I saw them so I can chart. The Medical Director comes in to tell me about a Mom who called to complain about our appt. desk; she makes some comments that alarm the MD. She asks me to call and f/up. However, I call to make a medical necessary Sooner Ride appt., as usual I am on hold for extended period of time and transferred…a kidlet comes into my office and says “TOYS.” I tell the little one he can have a toy so he wipes snot on his hand, wipes his hand on me,  picks up a stuffed doggy and gives to me and then grabs one for himself…Mom ushers him out.  I do not speak to a live individual so I hang up and decide to call a cab for Mom and kidlet tomorrow..…… I listen to my messages and I have 3 urgent phone calls from a mom.  I call her and she wants to know why I called. To return your call.  I didn’t call.  Yes, you did…3 times. Then she remembers and asks me if I know of a car pool or free taxi to take her to work….I offer suggestions.


I make a round in the clinic and head back to my office…it is 5:45pm.  I email the gang at church and tell them to pray for me I won’t be there tonite.  I chart until 7pm and call the Mom the MD gave me.  We talk for almost an hour.  I am blurry eyed and pooped…but I got a hug and a kiss today…blessings!  I run the day through my head to be sure I didn’t promise someone a phone call and haven’t called.  There are referrals to be made, a CPS call to be made and I haven’t looked at my notifications today…but maybe, hopefully I threw one starfish back in the ocean today. I shut everything down and head out the door. I get a text from a Grandma she needs groceries...off to Wal-Mart; delivered; another hug! I get home around 10pm.


Then there are those days when a child wants to kill himself, or a Mom tells me she has no hope, or a kid’s getting bullied, or a young woman cuts herself, or a child is abused, or an obese uncle refuses to take his insulin because he’s so angry, or a Grandma is abandoned and alone at home, or one of our homeless dies…these are the days when I am reminded that Social Work is hard because life is hard and I am so blessed to be a Social Worker.


I am also reminded that Jesus cares. He cares about every detail of our lives, every hair on our heads He has counted. He wants to give us the desires of our heart. He takes each step with us. He reminds us to provide the tangible in order to build relationships and introduce people to Him. He reminds us that we are planting seeds and there will be a harvest. He reminds us, We can do more. We can do better. In His service, d

March is National Social Work Month

She smuggled out the children in suitcases, ambulances, coffins, sewer pipes, rucksacks and, on one occasion, even a toolbox.  Those old enough to ask knew their savior only by her codename "Jolanta." But, she kept hidden a meticulous record of all their real names and new identities - created to protect the Jewish youngsters from the pursuing Nazis - so they might later be reunited with their families.  By any measure, Irena Sendler was one of the most remarkable and noble figures to have emerged from the horrors of World War II.  But, until recently, her extraordinary compassion and heroism went largely unrecorded.  When the Germans finally caught her, the Roman Catholic had managed to save 2,500 Jewish babies and toddlers from deportation to the concentration camps. She had spirited them out of the heavily guarded Jewish ghetto in Warsaw, and hidden their identities in two glass jars buried under an apple tree in her neighbor's garden.  She was beaten, tortured and sentenced to death by the Gestapo - who even announced her execution. But Irena survived, her spirit unbroken, her secrets untold. She died in May 2008, in her modest Warsaw apartment, aged 98.  What a woman she was.  For once, the term 'heroine' is no exaggeration, though such plaudits did not sit easily with her.  She said: "I was brought up to believe that a person must be rescued when drowning, regardless of religion and nationality...the term 'heroine' irritates me greatly.  The opposite is true.  I continue to have pangs of conscience that I did so little." Irena Sendler was nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize in 2007 and lost to Al Gore and his movie about a slide show.
References: Glenn Beck’s, Irena Sendler vs. Al Gore , www.youtube.comwww.naswdc.org

By the way, Irena Sendler was a Social Worker. d