Sunday, January 31, 2010

grace-centered giving


I had just settled down on a bench on our city’s riverfront to do some studying. Out of the corner of my eye I see 3 little girls walk by carrying bags of fish. As I watch them pass, one of them makes eye contact and begins timidly approaching me. She shyly asks for some change. Reaching into my pocket, I see her two friends walking up behind her. I reach out my and to give her the coin and I feel two little hands clamp on my hand with such ferocity that I’m stunned for a moment. They begin arguing violently, their faces change from sweet-little-girl faces to little-monster faces. Soon they realize I am just looking at them, not releasing the coveted coin. We share an awkward moment, just looking at each other. Not sure what to do, I finally hand the coin over to the girl who asked for it. They leave me sitting alone on my bench with my thoughts of what just took place.


Often when we help and serve people we have certain expectations of how they should respond. I’ve even fallen into the line of thinking that justifies not helping someone because of what the final outcome will be, “Oh, they’ll just buy booze with the money” or “if we keep giving handouts it will breed dependency”. These arguments make sense, but whoever says the Gospel should make sense? I mean really, isn’t the whole point of the Gospel that we respond to it because we received something we didn’t deserve?


So how do we know who to help? We obviously have finite resources, and we are accountable for how we use those. I’m finding there is no easy answer, but there is an Answer. This is exactly what Jesus was talking about when he used language like “If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit” (Jn. 15:5). Without a constant, dependant relationship with Christ, all we can do is create some laws for giving. And as in so many other cases, rules fall dramatically short. With a “rule” I may miss an opportunity to partner with God in touching one of the “drunkards” who my rule says doesn’t measure up.


In John 15, Jesus is essentially saying, the fruit that we are trying to produce may not make sense to us at the time. We instead have so tied the fruit to the action that if we don’t see anything good come out of an act of kindness, we think it was a mistake. But in the act of giving, is it possible that the fruit may be produced in our lives? Could it be that God asks us to give, not to bless the recipient, but the giver?


It was easy for me to forgive those young little girls, it’s much harder to forgive someone who should know better. But in those moments, I’m finding that it is much more important to get past those gut reactions and emotions, and listen for the still small voice of God. It often doesn’t make sense, it’s backwards, maybe doesn’t even seem fair. But couldn’t that also be said of Grace? The gloriously nonsensical, backwards, unfair gift that followers of Christ have received.
posted by Josh

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

The water jar guy

by josh and brin

The last couple of weeks have been restful as we have recuperated from travels and sickness, and slowly stepped back into our regular lives. We traveled to Porto de Moz, a little town a 12 hour boat ride north, to spend New Years eve with friends there. Included was a euchre tournament and a 4 day wii golf tournament and now we feel like we have had our quota of fun for the next few months. We even won one of the tournaments, that is if you consider Brin winning the last place pity prize winning. But we are R$10 richer now. Ava described our time there as "a party, and then another party, and then the next day another kind of party." It really wasn't entirely that way, but with our lack of fun in our regular life, I can see why she would say that.

The girls are on their break from Brazilian school and will be starting a new semester Feb. 1st. They have been enjoying extra time spent with friends and around the house.


Mia and Ava and their friends peering over the wall in our backyard. They find it an enjoyable playtime to trade clothes. They go from one game to another in-between switching outfits amongst each other.


An afternoon of play inevitably includes a picnic. Usually consisting of mangoes, apples, bananas, crackers and in this case pineapples.

The girls framed by an unfinished window in our garage.

I don't have a picture of Ella, but you will just have to imagine her sprawled on the sofa with her nose in a book about warrior cats. While they are on break from Brazilian school, Amanda continues to American school them, being the Canadian she is, so hilarious. Mia is making great progress beyond her age. Ava has good days and bad days and gives Amanda plenty of opportunity to use patience.

While reading in Mark the other day I was struck by a fairly insignificant detail that happened as Jesus and the disciples entered Jerusalem at the beginning of the Passion Week. Jesus sent a few of the disciples into town and told them they would see a guy carrying a jar of water and they should follow him to his house and tell him they were coming with their master to have a passover dinner. The following verse says the disciples "found things just as Jesus had told them."

I wondered, Why did Jesus do this? What impact did it have on the disciples. Did any of them remember that small display of power in the midst of the chaos, later in the week? My mind drifted to our own lives. We have had our own "water jar guy" moments. I thank God for those moments when He gives us just enough of a glimpse for us to be reminded that He is in control. And at this particular moment, we are looking to God again, asking that he give us a glimpse as to our future. Hoping that we'll see our "water jar guy" and have the faith to follow Him.