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by John Lynch, Bruce McNicol, and Bill Thrall
Walking down the road of life, you arrive at a fork in the road. The sign says that to the left is the way of pleasing God. To the right, the way of trusting God. Can’t I have both? you think.
What if God isn’t who you think He is…and neither are you?
Is the formula for godliness, “More right behavior + Less wrong behavior = Godliness?”
Is your sin a massive pile that stands in between you and God? Do you feel that you must first clean up your life before you can have a relationship with God? Could it be possible that Jesus doesn’t wait on the other side of the sin pile? but instead comes around to your side and says, “Let’s work on this together”?
As I read this book I discovered truths that change the way I view God. When we embrace the above template for godliness we disregard the righteousness that God already placed in us. The reality is, “We can never resolve sin in our life by working on it.”
Beware folks. To read on may invoke fear. Be warned.
The setting is the breakfast table. Now you would think that a peaceful atmosphere such as this would not be easily disrupted. However, as I was about to take a bit of eggs, a scream pierced the air.
The source: Beatriz. The little deaf girl across the table. At the exact same moment, Wesley leaps off his chair saying something about a rat. A rat? No one saw anything, except Beatriz. “But yes, a rat,” said Wesley, “just ran into my leg.”
Down here they call all small creatures rats. There is no word for mouse. I was imaging a small mouse creature. Scary, but not, ya know, anything too terrible.
After breakfast, Veronica decides to try to find this rat. She sees it in the pantry escaping into the bottom of the freezer. Carlos shines a light in the hole, but fails to see it. By the way, a few days before, Veronica killed a small rat with her hand…without screaming mind you. Just saying.
So, thinking the action was over, I headed out to school.
Soon Carlos came out. Triumphantly carrying….
…not the small mouse creature I had in mind.
So I find out. He killed it in my room! In my room!
Apparently, the rat left the shelter of the freezer and sought refuge under my bed. Thankfully, Carlos was able to kill it by holding it in place with a stick and poking a nail into its head.
I went to survey the damage to the room. Yup, it was true. The bed was slightly out of position. Small blood spots here and there. Even a tail piece on the headboard of my bed. Thanks Veronica.
Don’t worry folks, this is not common occurrence. Should you happen to swing by El Salvador to see me, this is highly unlikely to happen.
The following was written by my fellow coworker, Wesley. You can check out his blog here
I very much agree with his sentiments.
Living and working with children I have been amazed at the intelligent excuses that they can come up with. Usually involves trying to slip out of work but sometimes there are excuses made so they don’t have to do what they are told. It took me a while to catch on to all the tricks as this is all something very new to me.
When its time to work the first place you go to find your boys is the Baño! Yup, about 75% of the time you will find the bathroom occupied and at times up to 45 minutes. Coincidence? I think not.
It’s time to wash dishes and for some reason the dishwasher isn’t around and I have no idea where he is at. Sorry, I lied. The matter of the fact is I could bet money on where the dishwasher has gone.
The other night a little boy was drying the dishes that I had just washed. He starts complaining about not feeling well. Looking a little sick in the eyes I told him to go take his shower and go to bed. After about an hour in the bathroom he comes out as happy as a lark. Of course the dishes where finished by now and it was bedtime.
One day I was informed that the mower was overheating after only a few minutes of mowing. Interesting how it must have cooled off after I told him to keep mowing.
Homework becomes very important when it’s time to mow the lawn but is soon forgotten when the work is done.
One night we found a little boy still not in bed a good hour and half after he was supposed to be. The reason being that his clean sheets that we’re laying on the bed had not been put on yet. I have seen this little boy put sheets on his bed more than a dozen times and seen him sleep with out sheets more times than that. We as a staff had been playing volley ball just outside his bedroom were he has gotten my attention many times over other small things. Someone just didn’t want to go to bed.
Back rubs and foot rubs are readily given when it’s time to shower and go to bed.
My intelligence was underestimated one time when a plate of food was dropped intentionally so that it wouldn’t have to be eaten.
I have seen watches turned back so that they could be late and yet on time. To bad the little boy didn’t know I set my watch to the exact same time as my cell phone.
One day white sneakers wanted to be worn to church instead of black dress shoes. He quickly tried to inform me that his father had told him that the black dress shoes where only to be used for school. The next afternoon after school a little boy was out side playing soccer with….. Yup! you guessed it, black dress shoes.
There are many more excuse situations that could be written here but I hope this can give you a bit of an idea of what my days consist of taking care of Carlos and Kevin. There is one thing that I have never told them and that is that I was a professional excuse maker back in my prime and I can only imagine its something that my parents never told me or my grandparents to them and so on and so on. In other words I think we have all made our share of excuses and not only as a child either.
Excuses can sometimes be gotten a way with in this world but they will not get you to heaven.
“Since there are no excuses on the day of judgement, then why make them today”
got this as email…
The Maker of all humans beings (GOD) has been and is still recalling all units manufactured, regardless of make or year, due to a serious defect in the primary and central component of the heart.
This is due to a malfunction in the original prototype units code named Adam and Eve, resulting in the reproduction of the same defect in all subsequent units, This defect has been technically termed “Sub-sequential Internal Non-morality’’, or more commonly known as S.I.N., as it is primarily expressed.
Some of the symptoms include:
1.Loss of direction
2.Foul vocal emissions
3.Amnesia of origin
4.Lack of peace and joy
5.Selfish or violent behavior
6.Depression or confusion in the mental component
The Manufacturer, who is neither liable nor at fault for this defect, is providing factory-authorized repair and free of charge to correct this defect.
The Repair Technician, JESUS, has most generously offered to bear the entire burden of the staggering cost of these repairs. There is no additional fee required.
The number to call for repair in all areas is P-R-A-Y-E-R.
Once connected, please upload your burden of SIN through the REPENTANCE procedure. Next, download ATONEMENT from the Repair Technician, JESUS, into the heart component.
No matter how big or small the SIN defect is, JESUS will replace it with;
Please see the operating manual, the B.I.B.L.E. (Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth) for further details on the use of these fixes.
WARNING: Continuing to operate the human being unit without correction voids any manufacturer warranties, exposing the unit to dangers and problems too numerous to list and will result in the human unit being permanently impounded. For free emergency service, call on JESUS.
DANGER: The human units not responding to this recall action will have to be scrapped in the furnace. The SIN defect will not be permitted to enter Heaven so as to prevent contamination of that facility. Thank you for your attention!
P.S. Please assist where possible by notifying others of this important notice, and you may contact the Father anytime by ‘Knee Mail’!
Tonight it came to a head…
A month ago or so, randomly, out of the blue, Rosanna threw some water at me. Not much, but enough to soak the sleeve of my nice brown shirt. I was shocked at this act of unkindness. Too shocked to retaliate.
Then tonight, as I was fixing my plate at supper time, she plops a tomato slice on my plate. How disgusting. What an act of unkindness.
After supper, I kindly washed the dishes. Shortly after this humble act of servanthood, Rosanna and Mari were conspiring against me. They were planning evil ways that they could tell the unsuspecting cook to serve me bananas and such like. How despicable. What an act of unkindness. Ungratefulness too. I had just got done washing the dishes. A humble act of servanthood.
This disrespect was too much. I kindly chided Rosanna for thinking such thoughts by tossing a minute amount of water at her. However, she reacted quickly. Perhaps I should have noticed that she was filling jugs with water when I dealt out this correction.
The next scene was Rosanna wildly dashing after a fleeing figure. She was lugging a jug of water. The pursued was able to run a bit faster. And the pursuer ran into a trap.
I was able to shut and lock the entrances of the house. Now Rosanna and her jug of water were shut out in the night. I came toward the door, pretending that I was going to let her in. No such thing. I threw more water at her. Another warning to her to stop all such activities. Unfortunately, most of the water failed to reach the intended target.
Mari later let Rosanna back inside. I nicely resided in my room. Allowing the tensions to cool down. Knowing that someone had to be a peacemaker.
I ventured back out later on. Mari and Rosanna appeared to be peacefully seated around the table, diligently typing emails to family. Upon further investigation, it was discovered that Rosanna had a glass of water within reach. Apparently she was not learning the lessons she needed to learn.
A bit later, I took my laundry out. Tomorrow was wash day, and perhaps Rosanna would like to get an early start. As I headed to the laundry room, it occurred to me that it would be a good time for Rosanna to block my escape routes and douse me with water. She must have thought of it as well and proceeded to do precisely that. I misguessed her talent of throwing water accurately and paid for it with a soaked shirt. I proceeded to add the shirt to the pile of laundry.
I did not retaliate immediately. No, let her worry and stress. She apologized. Perhaps she thought she went overboard. I did not reply. I spent the next minutes using my creative skills to think of many ways to teach her not to repay humble acts of servanthood with acts of unkindness. A way that would certainly teach Rosanna that such things are not to be. Such acts of unkindness must not go unpunished.
A half an hour passed.
Rosanna continued to type away. By keen observation, I discovered that she had her back to the refrigerator. I nonchalantly meandered over to the fridge to fill my water bottle. I expected her to be on alert. However, she must have thought things were all honky dory. But, no. Those who do acts of unkindness must be taught. Must be taught that humble acts of servanthood should not be met with unkindness.
She was totally unsuspecting. I got the jug of water that she had filled from the fridge. Instead of filling my water bottle, I proceeded to dump water down her back. It took a bit for it to soak in what was going on. But she soon understood that she was being punished for her act of unkindness. To my dismay, she did not take the punishment and learn from it like a good girl. No, she attempted to grab the jug and douse me. No such thing. In my foresight. I had kept the lid handy and screwed it back on in the nick of time.
As luck would have it, there was a glass of water on the table. She grabbed it and threw it in my direction. Again her talent of throwing water accurately came through. Another shirt doused with water. Though not much. Since she was not learning, I decided the best course of action was to open the jug and continue pouring. Persistence is a key, I have been taught. So she was thoroughly soaked. I was mildly wet. Hopefully she has been taught a valuable lesson about how wrong it is to respond to humble acts of servanthood with acts of unkindness.
Oh, and she had to mop up the floor.
First of all, when Margretta and I arrived here on Saturday, we find out that school is not starting until Monday in a week. So we have an entire week to unpack and get ready for school. Then we discover that there are going to be two new students, both boys, ages four and five. Because of these new students the school was planning to find another teacher. Of course, it was unlikely that they would find one that could be here in a week. So…they asked me to teach!
I was shocked. Me? teach? really? Like, umm, I am learning Spanish and only know a little bit of sign language. Ummm…yeah, I guess I could teach. Umm, but could I actually though?
Oh, yes. They tell me. You could learn with the two boys that you would teach. They know nothing. You know more than them. You could teach and learn with them.
And so…I plan to begin teaching this Monday. The dorm dad responsibilities and the maintenance work that I was going to do will be split between Wesley, Nata, and myself. It feels a bit scary. How do you teach someone something, when they know nothing. And they can’t hear. It’ll be interesting. I think I am looking forward to the challenge. The year will turn out much different than I ever dreamed. I ask for your prayers in this venture.
Blessings to all and may your lives contain many surprises, whether pleasant or otherwise.