Author: missionspaul

I’m in London

The home for 8.6 million people and 8 Royal Parks. But it is ‘Postman’s Park’ that I want to mention.
A trip to London isn’t complete without sitting and contemplating at the Watts gallery of this park.
In 1887 G.F. Watts, a philanthropist, created a memorial on the site of the former churchyard of St Botolph, Aldersgate. At the southern end lay the General Post Office and many postmen spent their breaks in the park, hence the name. The memorial contains heroic stories of ordinary people saving the lives of ordinary people. The names are those of children in the main and usually involve fire, drowning or train crashes.
One of the inscriptions is that of Alice Ayres. Her inscription says, “daughter of a bricklayer’s labourer, who by intrepid conduct saved 3 children from a burning house in Union Street, at the cost of her own young life, April 24 1885.”
What about you?
Do people know who you are?
Is that important?
What were the names of the other sons that Adam and Eve apart from the 3 named?
What were the names of Gideon’s army of 300?
Who were the 7,000 people that Elijah hadn’t realised also were not bowing to Baal?
In the first half of Hebrews 11 all the heroes have names. In the second half they don’t.
Ordinary people going through extraordinary events.
Lizzie Valesquez a few years ago had 4 million hits on YouTube for being ‘the ugliest person in the world’. She used that to her advantage and became an extremely sought after motivational speaker and have her first TED talk in 2013.
Layla Montgomery is one of the best young distance runners in the USA, even though she has MS and collapses after each race.
And the list goes on and we never know who these people are but they do amazing things for others.

Read Matthew 6:2-4
Why not try and do something today that is in secret? That no one will know.
Today be an unsung hero.

It’s a Girl!

Yesterday the gift of life brought smiles to those of us who care.
The nameless girl, fourth in line to the throne has been born into royalty. She is famous and she doesn’t have a name yet. Her life will be one of privilege. She will be admired from a distance. There will be no hardship from lack of provision. She will have all she needs.
Some are born in palaces and some in the slums.
Some healthy some not.
The rules of life simply look like chance.
Ecclesiastes 9: 11-12
Why are some born with privilege and some in poverty? It’s the big question for many. But our circumstances can make us be stronger.
Author Shekam Vedantum believes that those who swim with the current will always think they are good swimmers whilst those who swim against the current may never realise they are better swimmers than they imagine.
Maria Carey was born into poverty.
Justin’s Bieber lived in what he called a rat-infested home.
Leonardo Di-Caprio grew up surrounded by drug dealers and prostitutes.
Demi Moore lived in a trailer home with an abusive alcoholic father.
Circumstances don’t always prove your lot.
Luke 2:51-52
Nazareth was known as a place where nothing good came from it. If you grew up there then you were unlucky.
Jesus was obedient. He lived within the boundaries of his life at that time.
He grew in wisdom.
He grew physically.
He grew in favour with God and
He grew in favour with man

Whatever circumstance you are in, whether that of privilege or poverty. It is very possible to live and grow in that place.

It’s a fight.

I have just read this in a news article:
Floyd Mayweather and Manny Pacquiao will finally step into the ring on Saturday May 2 in Las Vegas – the home of boxing. The doors will open at the venue at 2pm local time, with the first bout scheduled at 3pm. The main event will start five hours later circa 8pm.

Las Vegas is eight hours behind the United Kingdom which means Mayweather vs Pacquiao will not begin in this country until around 4am on Sunday at UK time.

Manny Pacquiao ploughed a familiar furrow by invoking his faith: Everything I have accomplished, God has given me this strength. I used to sleep in the street, hungry, and I cannot imagine that the Lord raised me to this level of life.

Floyd Mayweather also attempted to stay humble:

(It is) the biggest fight in boxing history and I’m a part of it so that’s a great thing. I’m just truly, truly blessed to be where I’m at. I feel good, I feel strong and I’ll see you guys Saturday. You guys came out here to see excitement, to see a great event and I think that’s what both competitors bring to the table – excitement.

Are you going to watch it?
Who will win?
The man with faith or the man with excitement?

Fight the good fight with all thy might
Christ is thy strength and Christ thy Right …. The words of hymn writer John Monsell.

2 Timothy 4:7 7 I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.

I have engaged in conflict chained to this Roman soldier.
I have never quit.
I have never slackened in my commitment to Christ.
I have journeyed far and wide to tell others of Him.
I know what it is to conquer against the odds.
I have stayed the course.

What are you facing today?
The biggest fight ever?
Who will win?

Pemba Lama and Krishna

Two names that we will soon forget. But yesterday the majority of the world saw them on the news bulletins being rescued alive from the rubble of Nepal after 5 days being buried.

Buried next to bodies already gone from this life. Buried in the silence.

Can you imagine that?

Last night I had a meal with a man who has made an amazing recovery from cancer. It was like meeting a new man.
Trapped within a cancerous body. Trapped unable to move his circumstance.

Can you imagine that?

But you were also once buried and trapped.

Colossians 2:13-15

Jesus alone singlehandedly rescued you.
He moved into the darkness. He knew exactly where you were. He pulled you free into the light. Psalm 68:20.

Out of the ashes.

I was speaking with Andy (one of Elim’s missionaries in Nepal) yesterday and he gave me the most bizarre picture he had seen when out in the communities helping in the villages.
In the middle of the ruins, of the rubble of bricks and all kinds of debris, a wedding car weaved a path through for a bride’s happiest day to be!
Life goes on for some perhaps.
But that’s not what I get from this image.
What I see is that out of the ruins comes something beautiful.

Nepal is in a mess right now. The loss is huge. People will never be the same again. But I believe something good will come from the bad.

Ecclesiastes 3:11

You also may be in a time of ruins. This may be the greatest challenge you have ever faced.
I wonder if you remember singing this childhood song of mine:

Something beautiful something good
All my confusion He understood
All I had to offer him was brokenness and strife
But he made something beautiful of my life.

Out of the ashes good will come because He is there.

Testimony

This morning I arrived back from Namibia. Whilst it was wonderful to meet new people and do mission with them, my heart has been in Nepal. I am delighted to tell you this wonderful testimony of a missionary in Nepal that is encouraging and inspiring, that despite the evil of man or the disasters of nature, love and kindness can find a way that brings glory to God. Here is his story:

“I’m from Sierra Leone. I was a teacher. Many of my students struggled against the pull of poverty and hopelessness. One of my pupils, Vandie, abruptly stopped going to school. When I visited his home to find out why, he tearfully admitted that other kids had been making fun of his old, beat-up trousers and lack of shoes. I bought Vandie some clothes and shoes and he returned to school, still poor but proud.

After several years of teaching, rebels invaded my small village in December 1998, burning it to the ground and killing hundreds. My younger sisters, my brother-in-law and my grandmother were brutally murdered right in front of me.

I was captured by rebels, interrogated, tortured and told I would be executed.

One of the rebel soldiers — a youth with his face covered — eagerly stepped up to play the role of executioner. The boy led me out of sight of the group to the execution spot. My heart was pounding. My mind was fixed on death. “Teacher, do you remember me?” the boy asked. “I will not kill you. You are a good man. Do you remember that you bought me shoes and pants so I could go to school?”

I watched in amazement as the young man removed the cover from his head, revealing familiar eyes and a tear-soaked face. Vandie drew a rough map with charcoal to the nearest village held by peacekeepers. That’s how I crawled to safety and, eventually, returned to my family.”

We just do not know who we are reaching and what may happen do we?
Read Hebrews 6:10; 13:2 and Galatians 6:7

Stay

Christianity came to Namibia 200 years ago.
I met a Pastor yesterday who told me how there had been 10 attempts at trying to plant a church but it was the 11th time that it was successful. The planting was done by 4 female Finnish missionaries who when their Missions board had asked them to return because of the civil war they pretended they hadn’t got the message and stayed!
Now being a Missions Director I would obviously state that missionaries should always obey their Mission boards etc!
But isn’t it wonderful that they didn’t?!
They stayed.

Take a look at 2 Samuel 23: 11-12.
One of David’s mighty men was called Shammah.
He stayed.
Every year the Philistines would come and loot the land and strike fear into the people of Israel.
All that had been produced was taken.
But not this year.
Shammah stood his ground. He stayed.

Know this that the enemy of your life wants to strike fear into you.
He wants to frustrate you. To rob you of what you have produced.
He wants to disappoint you so that you remove yourself from your appointment that God has given you.
It needs someone to stay.
Just stay awhile longer. When you want to quit, move back, slow down, at that point, don’t. Stay and see what happens.
You will see that God is with you. God will defend you and God will bring you through.
Stay.

Perspective

Yesterday after the church service, the missions team walked into the community of the shanty town to pray with anyone who would let us. I walked with a lady who had invited us to her home. She could understand English and she told me how she had 10 children from 3 fathers, she had never married and all 3 fathers had left her with the children. She exists by offering herself as a cleaner to other people’s homes for a small amount of food or money but it is a life that scrapes by.
She invited me into her home. I find it hard to describe it. How do people live like this? There was nothing nice about it at all. But it was home. Her outside kitchen she used once a day to cook porridge and then soup. Her family had this every day.
I prayed for her that the presence of God would invade her life. I prayed that she might receive His love for her.
Then I stopped in my mind. My mouth continued to pray but my mind was elsewhere.
It was Perspective. That’s what I focused on.
Perspective. An outlook on something, a view.
This incredible lady had tough challenges:
She had lost 3 lovers.
Today in Nepal lovers grieve.
She has 10 children to feed.
Today in Nepal families have less children to feed.
She has very little.
Today in Nepal many have less than this lady.
She has a makeshift home.
Today in Nepal homes have vanished.

Already people seem to be rushing with their perspectives on why the earthquake took place!
Why did God allow this to happen?
Simple is the answer already being given, it’s the sin of Nepal, they are under judgment!
What kind of perspective is this?!!
Read today: Luke 13:1-5
Why didn’t God prevent that disaster?
Was it because of their guilt?
No! We are all guilty!

So let me give you some perspective …
Where was God in this earthquake in Nepal?
Perspective.
Where are you now?
Have you prayed?
Have you given?

Life

Compared to other African countries, Namibia is a pleasant nation to live in. It doesn’t have some of the challenges that other countries have.
Life expectancy here is much higher than most African countries being 63 for the male and 66 for the female.

But I am struggling thinking of the work I am meant to be doing here today when my heart is with the Nepalese. I went to bed last night with the BBC stating a 1,000 deaths have been recorded. We all know it will be much higher as the effects of the 7.8 magnitude earthquake that struck at midday yesterday will be counted.
I am so thankful that our missionaries and their families are safe but it feels selfish to be thankful when so many are devastated through the loss of loved ones.
How can life be so cheap, so fragile? But it is.
Yesterday ordinary people, like you and me, were going about their daily lives, in cafes, shops, temples of worship, at home etc. They were thinking and talking about a myriad of things. Their plans, their hopes and dreams. Their disappointments and complaints. They were thinking about tomorrow and this next week. They were talking about what might happen, what could happen, that life could get better.
Then the time struck 12 noon and everything stopped and it all ended. Gone.

Let’s read James 4:13-14

If you knew that this was your last day on earth, what would you do? How would you spend it and who with? Who would you speak to and what would you say? Who needs an apology from you? Who needs some thanks and encouragement? What lies unfinished? What could you do again simply because the person deserves it?

Live your life as if this day was your last. Hold your future lightly.
This is life.

Speed

I am definitely hoping to see a Cheetah or two whilst I am here in Namibia, after all there are between 2,500 to 3,000 just roaming free. The fastest land animal can cruise at 70mph and when it runs it steers itself by using its tail like the rudder of a boat.
They have other fast things here that run. Remember Frankie Fredericks? He’s Namibian. He’s fast. He has run 200 metres in 19.68 seconds.
In 20 days time there will be a major car rally championship in the desert here. Again … Speed! Maybe the Namibians just like fast things.
Remember the man who drove chariots at top speed. Not Ben Hur. Jehu!
Read it in 2 Kings 9.
He must have collected a lot of speed tickets.
Elisha through a messenger had anointed Jehu King of Israel. And he began to bring down the powers of Ahab and Jezebel. These were strongholds of compromise, materialism, fear and control. He did it at breakneck speed. He did it driving like a maniac, v20.
Maybe we all should be quicker to deal with such powers. These enemies want peace, they want deals, they want to exist within our lives, communities, churches. No way says Jehu! I’m driving like a madman because I am mad. Maybe we should too. Maybe we should be so determined, focused, committed to bringing down such intimidating voices in the lives of people that we become known.
Let’s object to weak, insipid compromise that seems to bless everything no matter what the standard.
Let’s drive like Jehu. Speed is good!