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April 3, 2011

Called to Cambodia

I have a very dear friend, Lindsay, who is leaving this summer for July to serve as a missionary in Cambodia.  Lindsay traveled to Cambodia last summer to serve at an orphanage and her heart was so captivated by the orphans that she went to serve, that she has decided to dedicate this next phase of her life to serving God in Cambodia.   After Lindsay’s trip last summer, she went back for a 10-day visit in December to spend Christmas with the orphans.   I asked her to be a guest blogger.  She wrote this on the plane ride to Cambodia in December.  You can hear her heart here….

Christmas in Cambodia

 If you had asked me six years ago what Christmas meant to me, I could have summed it up in a sentence.  Then October 2004 happened.  That’s when I met Jesus.  Christmas 2004 was the first time I really understood what the celebration was about.  Over the past several years as I have learned more about Jesus, I look around and it makes me sad and somewhat frustrated what Christmas has been turned into.  I’m sure to say, “Merry Christmas” when someone says, “Happy Holidays” to me and to remind kids that it isn’t about the presents.  

 As I sit on a plane about two hours from Phnom Penh, Cambodia, I am really reminded about what Christmas is about.  This will be the first time away on my own for two weeks and the first time away from family for the holidays.  When I purchased the ticket, all I could think about was seeing the kids and it didn’t matter to me if it during Christmas.

 Christmas to me is the joy of celebrating the birth of Jesus, our precious Savior.  The joy of loving others, giving, and being Jesus to everyone that God brings into our lives.  It brings tears to my eyes just thinking of all that He went through for us so that we may have eternal life.  Our hearts were once dead and now because of Him… we have breath.  I never want to go back to life before Him.  

 I never knew love like I know now.  This summer when I went to Cambodia for the first time, I experienced a love from the orphans like I never knew existed.  I truly experienced God’s love and His miracles and felt like I was living IN His Word.  These amazing kids who feel like they have nothing at all to give, gave me the most priceless gift in the world… true love and joy.  That’s what Christmas is all about.  Jesus. They loved me exactly the way Jesus wants us to love each other.  I pray they know that I love them more than I could ever express.  So while my Christmas started back in July when my heart was really woken up again, I will be celebrating Jesus’s birth on the other side of the world with thirty-three of God’s most precious children in Cambodia.  My heart is overflowing with joy and love, and I can’t imagine being anywhere else in the world. 

 I have to add… I wrote this while I was on the last hour of my flight to Cambodia.  When I landed, three of the orphan boys were with my friend to greet me.  One of the boys named Reksmey, who is in 9th grade, was there with them.  Reksmey and I have a special bond because of the music I taught them in July and also because his name means “Shine Bright” and my favorite Bible verse is Matthew 5:16.  When I arrived, Reksmey handed me a letter and I had to add it here.  It’s one of the best gifts I’ve received since I accepted Jesus.

 Dear Lindsay,

 Do you know what happens this month?  I am very happy because this month is the day that Jesus was born.  And this month is Noel.  And when I see some family buy gifts for each other and as well as they remind me of the birthday of Jesus and his Father that created the sky and the land.  But for me, I have not anything to give to you but I have one thing to give, I will pray for you.  May God bless you to have wisdom, good health and good job.

Reksmey

 He has no idea that he has given me the best gift of all… his prayers and his love.  I can’t wait to tell him in the morning… and the next ten mornings I will be here.  His other letter he told me he loves me so much like God loves us.  WOW.  Unconditional love.  “I love, love, love you very very much.”  

 When was the last time you said that?  And why is it that Jesus’s birth is only celebrated once a year?  Let’s keep it going from now until eternity!!!  We’ve been given an amazing gift and we can’t be quiet about it!  

 God bless!  SHINE BRIGHT!

Posted By: Robin Payne @ 5:15 pm
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December 26, 2010

The Language of Christmas

Language is very interesting to me.  I am fascinated by the sound of language, the emotions generated by words, the hidden meanings, the way meanings change over the years, etc…  Basically I am a little obsessed with language.  Words carry a lot of weight and emotions.  Words often provoke memories and even generate pictures in our minds.  A well-placed word can even conjure up scents.  Words can cause your palms to sweat, your heart to race and images to run across your brain.  Think about what happens when you read these words:  family, children, chocolate, Jesus, beach.  Most of these produce varying thoughts, images and emotions.

Christmas is one of those emotion-packed words.  It is a word packed with sights, smells, vivid images.  “Christmas” brings to life Christmases past and dreams of the Christmases of tomorrow.  Sometimes I think that the word “Christmas” has more life and meaning in my heart and in my mind than almost any other word.  Christmas has always seemed magical to me.  When I say magical I mean that state of awe and wonder that brings joy and happiness.  I do not believe in “magic” but I do think there are things that are magical – like the feelings you get when your child walks toward you for the first time or says “mommy” for the first time.

Christmas brings almost a suspension in time in my mind.    Growing up, Mom would work with Heather and me to make everything from homemade candles to gingerbread sleighs, to hundreds of cookies decorated to the hilt.  It was the most magical time of year in the McIntosh home.  The sounds of Christmas are very distinct and leave lingering feelings of warmth and delight – the Lennon Sisters Christmas, Johnny Mathis Christmas, and the bouncing ball of Ray Conniff Singers Christmas.  The scent of hundreds of cookies baking, the smell of candles burning, the greenery and the pop and crackle of the fireplace burning bring deep feelings of good tidings of great joy. 

Christmas kicked off by putting the Christmas tree up on Thanksgiving Day.  We waited, not so patiently, for Dad to get everything down.  Then we waited for him the light the tree and then we went to work hanging ornaments.  From then on, the next month was full of activities.    

My memories are surrounded by magic.  Dad, who had worked in furniture sales at Carson Perie Scott & Company, had often helped the gift wrappers during the holiday season and his gift wrapping was a thing a beauty and wonder.  He taught me all the tricks to a perfectly wrapped gift – tight corners, crisp edges, etc…  So perfect you could marvel at the beauty of the gift.  He also taught me a whole series of tricks with ribbons to create beautiful, delightful gifts.  One of the highlights of my Christmas was to wrap gifts that won his express approval as a work of art! 

Mom filled tins full of cookies for neighbors and co-workers and teachers and everyone else.  Our cookie jar was always full to the brim.  Heather and I enjoyed icing and decorating the cookies.  In my mind they were also works of art, but the reality may have been otherwise.  Mom made the most delicious, light homemade icing with orange juice and powdered sugar that was a confectioners delight.  She made sugar cookies, twisted vanilla and chocolate candy canes, snickerdoodles, pinwheels, you name it.  She was a cookie expert and I believe that everyone waited expectantly for those tins each year.  We made strawberry jelly and homemade bread to go along with the cookies.  If you’ve ever had her strawberry jelly, you know that you have to brush the angels away just to get a bite!  (Thanks, Eddie, for that amazing saying)

Some mothers want things to be perfect and just right, so they allow their children to look on or watch or help sparingly.  Mom allowed us to get our hands in there and create, decorate, cook, stir, you name it.  All the while, the Lennon Sisters were singing in the background and we were serenading the neighbors, we were singing so loud.

I remember when we made the long Christmas trip from our home in Pennsylvania to visit all of our family in Illinois.  I was filled with anxiety that whole trip.  How will Santa know where I am?  Should I be leaving a trail of crumbs?  Will Heather and I be the only children in the world Santa can’t find?  Imagine my absolute SHOCK that Santa found us!

I remember when I decided that I was going to stay up all night and catch Santa.  It was somewhere around 1971.  I had one of those GIGANTIC tape recorders.  You know, it was gold tone and had a handle that slid out for me to carry.  It had a microphone attached to it.  So, I sat in my bed and acted like I was a reporter on special mission.  I laid in bed and recorded my “documentary.”  I remember some of these kinds of things… “Good evening.  Robin McIntosh here coming to you from Pontiac, Michigan.  You’ll see Santa here, live.  Each and every year Santa comes around.  We’re waiting here for him to land.  While we wait let’s talk a little about him.  They say he knows when we’re naughty and when we’re nice.  We’re going to find out about that…  yes, you’ll be the first to know here live…”  And so on.

I remember the Christmas when Santa left Heather and me a gigantic chalk board.  It was the kind that could flip to another side that was magnetized.  Santa left us a message on the chalkboard saying we had been very good.  I remember it being very difficult to erase his message and actually use the chalkboard.

I vowed to make Christmas as wondrous for my children.  Amber and I always dig out the Christmas china November 1 and use it until January.  We love it.  We typically get our Christmas tree out around November 10 and then I’m ready for it to be down by December 28 or so.  We decorate the tree while watching Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.  We sing loudly and badly at all the musical pieces.  We get out all the Christmas books, videos, movies, decorations, wall hangings, lights, candles, door hangings, you name it!

Even now, we have our traditions.  I have some decorations that look a little “tacky” to me after all these years, but as Amber and I were putting out this year’s decorations I tried to slip them to the side and she just about died!  One, in particular, a wooden Santa holding things over his head – she insisted that he be put out and she cleared the same spot he has sat in for years to sit him down once again.  It made me realize that Christmas has a special place in her heart – the way it does in mine.

Even though I’ve shared only fun memories and traditions, we have never forgotten that Christmas would not be celebrated at all if it were not for the birth of Jesus.  And, Christmas is full of wonder.  God loved us so much that He sent His son to be born in a stable.  Born to peasant people in a lowly setting because He came for every person.  The God of the Universe stepped out of heaven to dwell among us.  That is covered in wonder and awe.  Start traditions of your own.  Tell the story of Jesus in your words, your actions and your deeds. 

Spend Christmas loving deeply, worshipping our God who loved us enough to send Jesus, praying passionately that all would know, and thanking God for His gift.  Create memories that stir in your children’s hearts the joy of the season and a lifetime of warm, delightful memories!

What does Christmas mean to you?

Posted By: Robin Payne @ 2:44 pm
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December 20, 2010

Christmas with Tom Hudgens

Tom Hudgens and his wife Andy are two of our dear friends.  Tom is a man of great faith and a man of vision – a godly vision of all that Christ has called us to.  I see in him a man desiring to serve God and glorify Christ in all that he says and does.  You can enjoy Tom’s writing all the time by following his blog at http://thudsblog.blogspot.com Thanks, Tom!

At my advanced age of sixty-two, I’ve experienced Christmas in a great variety of styles and settings. I can remember a White Christmas, a Florida Christmas, Christmas mornings fighting fires and our first Christmas as a married couple.  I remember most of one Christmas day spent with a friend , dying of cancer.  Then there was the Christmas in Florida when I was age 5 , I was convinced that I had seen Santa and his whole entourage, out in our front yard.  I remember it just like it was yesterday.  I remember my family usually cut down our own Christmas tree and I remember…… wait, slow down.  I have entirely too many stories to include them all here, but you probably get the point.

Let’s do a word association exercise, a very short one. When I say Christmas what is the first emotion or feelings word or phrase that comes to mind? Got it? How about an example? I say Christmas and you say, excitement, for example, or love , or joy, etc.  If we stayed with the word Christmas and you searched for a few more emotional/ feelings words, most of us would come up with six or eight words on our list and some even more.  My list includes joy, and love, excitement, and anxiety.  Anticipation, Stress, guilt, magical, etc…  Christmas is a really big show for almost all of us; probably more so when we are young and have young children and maybe more problematic the older we get.  You just don’t carry that much emotional baggage about a holiday without it having some significant meanings attached.  A good many people, Christians included have troubles with anxiety and depression during this season.  Heightened expectations, melancholy, all can result from looking for the magic in places where they probably will not find it.  In my blog last year I used the term, Santa Claus angst , in a humorous way to describe almost every ones adult dilemma with what we were taught about Christmas as children.  Andy and I started out our lives together creating our own traditions for the holidays and we still enjoy them and make them a part of our activities.  Anyone who knows me, knows that finding laughter and seeing the comic relief is an important part of my life but, sad to say, sarcasm is not a spiritual gift.  I checked the lists again tonight.  Read my blog and some of my poems, although not gems of literature, have become places where I occasionally meet the Holy Spirit and grow to know our Lord in deeper places.  I don’t believe we Christians are helping Christ’s work by trying to be fragile, perfect, sterile museum pieces who look like we would break if we laughed. There is another side, however. We are citizens of a foreign Kingdom , sojourning in another land.  We should carry a strong family resemblance to our Lord and be a peculiar people but peculiar in a sense that people are drawn to join us.  If Christ is not shining through and reflecting off of us, we should get in His presence until we are changed.  Okay Lord, please help me say what you want me to say before I put everyone to sleep, someone is always saying something to that effect.  The old admonition that if I am pointing one finger at you, my reader, I clearly have three pointed back at me is definitely applicable to me ! We who call ourselves Christians should examine ourselves and see where we are still giving like the lost.  We should be so amazed that we have such an awesome opportunity to grow the kingdom during Christmas.  Totally secular TV and movie programming have the gospel almost being preached and they don’t even realize it.  Everywhere you look people are listening to Christmas music while it is feeding into their Spirit the truth about God!  Perhaps you saw the piece on You Tube about the choir, not standing together or in robes, who just start singing, unannounced, Handel’s Messiah in the middle of a shopping mall.  It was great.  People were being uplifted and ministered to and didn’t really know why.  I’m hearing laughter in that scenario and it’s coming from the Holy Spirit.  It’s almost like God is saying, My child, I’ve loaded the bases for you; all that needs to happen is for you to get in the game and people will be swept into the Kingdom. We got together with the kids tonight and the fun and laughter around our table is almost non stop but there is a larger truth than that. 

Jesus Christ became the central truth and Person in my life and in Andy’s; and that has made all the difference.  For us it was a pretty radical departure from life as it was to life after Christ.  Some things seem to stay the same but if you look deep enough, Christ is doing a work in every place we give Him access.  Christmas has just been made deeper and more holy as the years go by.  It’s not always easy to include a spiritual aspect to our Christmas when kids were little ones, but we decided to do it anyway.  In one example, everyone got Scripture written on slips of paper and as they finished reading they lighted a candle.  The room started out dark and with the final verse read we turned on the Christmas tree lights.  We had communion together, again, reading all scripture that applied and I felt I was to serve my kids and my family.  I believe that making Christmas a place for deeper worship, and prayer and seeking after the Lord is what makes Christmas special and bears fruit from generation to generation.  Jesus is all together lovely – His presence is exciting and contagious and it is the one place where friends and family members can be together without the enemies normal interruption and confusion.  I really believe that satan flees when God’s people are worshipping Him.  For one thing, God is there, inhabiting the praises of His people but also, satan can not bear to hear God get praise and he not, so his normal action is to leave, and wait for a more opportune time. 

My mind went back to a small church on Green Street in about 1984. Christmas.  It was a teaching I had given about the way the world uses the phrase , “Peace on earth and goodwill to men” in about every ad or jingle and doesn’t begin to understand what it means and what parts of the verse they leave out.  At best, peace among and between men is fragile, and probably temporary.  Even the absence of hostility is not really peace if it creates cold wars and threats.  The point I am trying to make is that Jesus came to planet earth to give us a gift we have no way of securing for ourselves, and we need it this Christmas, right now 

Well, that is Christmas for our family and you never really got to hear about Andy’s Christmas casserole, or the way we slowly and individually open our presents and endure applause, and a proper number of oohs and aahs before the next person opens one.  I hope and pray for your Christmas to be full of the love and Peace of Jesus Christ and as much fun as ours will be. 

Tom Hudgens 

Posted By: Robin Payne @ 4:43 pm
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Our guest blogger today is Zach Taylor.  Zach is in our Young Marrieds Sunday School Class.  Zach is a quiet, but strong force in our class.  He is a man of great character and equal integrity.  Have you ever known someone that doesn’t say a whole lot, but when they do you need to listen?  That is Zach!  He is so knowledgeable and he really knows his Bible too!  Being a big history fan, myself, I am always glad when Zach adds his insight into whatever we are discussing, because I know I will be the better for it!  I am honored to call Zach friend.

As I throw down my history teacher card, the celebration of the birth of Christ was staged next to several pagan holidays to attract new believers to this so-called “Christianity.” As I later delved in, I found out that the Greek Orthodox church does not even celebrate Christmas in the month of December, but instead in January because they use the Julian calendar instead of the current Gregorian calendar(the one we use). So its safe to say I really dont get into the “Happy Birthday for Jesus” stuff. However, one tradition that I have loved as a child was Christmas Eve services. Growing up in the church, I loved walking into the sanctuary and it was lit only by candlelight. the shadows of the church flickering in the light and the smell of the fresh greenery hanging from the edifices of the church. I had always wondered if this was how the ancient Christians celebrated the birth of Christ. Partaking in the elements of bread and wine remembering the birth and yet the sacrifice of Christ. What is interesting is that the signs of the birth and death of Christ were predicted well before he came. The three Magi brought gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh. Gold for the King of Kings, Frankincense for the Lord of Lords, and Myrrh for the Sacrifice he would give to us. If you look at these elements Gold symbolizes earthly wealth that a king recieves as a part of his mandate to rule his people. Frankincense symbolized an old methodology of communicating to heaven. Priests would use this in their daily prayers. Myrrh was used as an embalming agent to preserve deceased persons. The act of bringing these elements to his birth is a predictor of what is yet to come.

I am very old school when it comes to Christmas traditions. I am not a big fan of the modern Christmas Music, but one song I love to hear is Silent Night but not in English. Instead I prefer to hear it in its original Germanic tongue. Theres something about hearing “Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht” that really stays with me.

On a much more personal level, growing up I always had a skewed viewpoint of Christmas. I can give the “Sunday School” answer of it being about the birth of Christ and sharing good times with family and friends, but to be frank, I never really had the vision of sugar plums dancing in my head and spending time roasting chestnuts on the open fire stylized Christmas. In my house Christmas was always subdued. Yeah it was cool to get the original Nintendo and play Mario Bros. until I was blue in the face, but after my parents divorce in the fourth grade, Christmas took on a whole different meaning. It meant watching mom struggle to buy Christmas presents with what little money we had, and traveling reluctantly back and forth between our parents house.  A rather disappointing tradition by accident growing up in my mothers house was my mother always cried on Christmas Day. Sometimes it was because both of her sons were so consumed with “getting” stuff as opposed to sharing the holidays with our mom. Other times I believe it was because I think that my mom was sad because she had no family of her own to rely on.

However, there were good times. My mom being the utilitarian person she is gives me and my brother new pairs of underwear for Christmas. She always has and continues to do so. I laugh at it because hey a fresh pair of undies is always in style. She also gets me one of my childhood toys. Mine being legos, I can always expect a new lego set under the tree to build even in my 26th year of this experiment called life.

As I aged, I felt this pull away from the Christmas season. I continued to believe Christmas was nothing more than just a feeble attempt to propel the conspicuous consumerism of people. I prefer people not to ask me what I “want” for Christmas. To me, I think of it as what do I “need.” As a high school teacher, I see students who are caught up in the latest everything and the gotta have it now because I want it attitude. I find myself thinking that this was how I was when I was in high school. And I remember I was that way once. But as a college student visiting my grandfather’s house he told me how excited he was to get a bag of fruit and a pair of shoes as a little boy. Times were tough during the depression in lower Alabama or (L.A) as the locals like to call it, but he was excited to get a pair of shoes. That really stuck with me to remember that wants are temporary, but needs are enduring.

When I got married and started paying my own bills and getting married, I realized that the things I wanted are necessarily the things we needed. I think the latest gift that was a “want” I think was a Nintendo Wii. I played it a lot during Christmas, but after that its doing a great job at holding the TV console down. In our house we like to get each other and our loved ones things they can use as opposed to stuff they will discard in about a month. I can always rely on getting a nice canvas bag for my wife because while most women are obsessed with shoes, she is obsessed with bags. She likes to get her book nerd of a husband a gift card to my favorite book store.  I think after my first Christmas being married that I dont have to have the “cool” cell phone or the trendiest electronic device. Sometimes your mom giving your pair of underwear and your wife giving you a gift card are still some of the best things that I could receive.

Posted By: Robin Payne @ 10:49 am
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This Christmas, I’ve asked several good friends to be a guest blogger as they reflect on Christmas.  Tinelle is a crazy woman who speaks her mind and is on fire for Jesus.  She lives life to the fullest and is always seeking to please God in all that she does.  Tinelle’s smile and hilarious sense of humor and her passionate desire to serve God brings joy to everyone she knows.  I hope you enjoy this first installment Christmas Joy!

I’m filled with joy, mixed with a little bit of anxiety…ok, a good deal of anxiety.  It’s “that” time of year, Christmas.  I’m not sure why I always feel like it sneaks up on me, it’s the same time every year.  Time to buy, buy, buy and be broke, broke, broke.  Not to mention busy, busy, busy!  Then it happened, I had a daughter, Trynda Marie, born June 30, 2005.  Christmas took on a whole other meaning.  As she has gotten older (now 5) the more I feel the need to instill in to her the TRUE meaning for this “madness”. Not gifts and food.  OH,  how we’ve made it madness.  I do want her to know the warm cozy feeling of family, cuddled under a fluffy blanket drinking hot cocoa and watching the oldies on television.  I want her to remember the smell of Christmas. I had forgotten it had a smell.  Cedarwood and cinnamon, to me.  I do want her to enjoy a small bit of shopping and the cute stories of Santa; but, most importantly, I want her to know “the reason for the season”.   Jesus, our Heavenly Father in flesh, was born!

I was in my Disciple class and heard of a wonderful idea; three gifts for Christmas.  Jesus received three gifts…so, that is exactly what Trynda will be receiving.  She has embraced this lovely idea with a fight.  In the beginning, she asked that we postpone the discussion, as she did not like what she was hearing.  “3 GIFTS?!?!? WHAT???”  After some deal of talking and reasoning and explaining, she accepted.  After I turned the whole thing around and made it HER idea, of course.  (Momma trick 157 J)  She has made my heart happy so many times this season with just sharing this idea with others.  She is so matter-of-fact.  I love her heart.  It beats in the hands of our Savior!

While going out and buying things for our loved ones is still very much a tradition we take part in…the celebration of Christ’s birth is more than just a tradition, it’s…no, HE is the reason.   Trynda knows that.  She celebrates with me and I pray she invites others to celebrate the meaning of this time of year with her.

It is fun to look around at the stores and watch people get caught up in the fads of today and repeat fads of the past.  It’s fun waking up and seeing the perfectly placed gifts under the twinkling pine, every box beautifully covered in the colors of the holiday.  It’s fun knowing that minutes later we will be sitting in the very same room in an ocean of that very same paper.  All of those things are fun.  My heart smiles seeing the satisfaction on the faces as the gifts are set to the side one after the other while all the attention is moved to the next wrapped package personally labeled “from Santa”.

While those things ARE fun, the truly fun part to me…now, as an adult, raising a child… is knowing that the little baby boy born in a manger so long ago was sent here for my daughter, my husband, my parents, my sisters and brothers, my friends, my family…the stranger walking next to me in the store, the neighbor I’ve never even spoken to, the homeless, the poor, the windowed, the sinful, the WORLD…  He was sent here for you.  It was all part of God’s miraculous plan.  I was.  You were.  We are.  Only because, He was.  He is and always will be.  HE WAS BORN! HE DIED! HE LIVES! Without that first part the last two couldn’t have happened…

 Merry Christmas.

But, more than that…HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JESUS!!!!

Posted By: Robin Payne @ 8:56 am
Filed under: Church,Faith,Family,Friends,Hope

December 10, 2010

Family

Every year at Christmas I hear everywhere I go about the stress that “family” brings to the holiday season.  The holidays are filled with all kinds of stress already – what gift, how many gifts, how much to spend, what will I owe in January.  But it saddens me to know that this time of “great joy, which shall be to all men” is also filled with anxiety, stress, unforgiveness, sadness and anger toward family.

When you say the word “family” it comes with connotations of acceptance –  being loved, being valued, being protected at all costs, being fought for, and it also come with feelings  of warmth and peace and joy.  The word “family” moves our hearts.  Even as you are reading this, when you read “family” you probably had an emotional response. 

But the reality in the world is that families are made up of flawed humans.  God gave us our families.  He gave us to two people He expected to love and protect us.  And for many of us, He gave to us children that He expects us to love and protect.  But many families have experienced a reality that is very different from God’s very best for us.   What do you do when those that God gave you to are not your protectors, are not your biggest fans, hurt you or disappoint you in big and little ways?  How do you get through the Holy Days when your family has let you down and gatherings loom?  So many are walking through life wounded by the people whose sacred responsibility was to love, care and protect them.    There is a grief that accompanies this unlike any other grief, a feeling of personal unworth.  We long to be loved unconditionally and radically by those that God gave us to and those that God gave us.  But that is not always the reality.

God knows your pain.  God is the only One who can meet your needs, because humans will always let you down.  Hold tightly to the knowledge that God knows your pain, your loss, your deep hurt or your deep wound.  He knows.  He knows how you long to be loved by your parents, your siblings, your children, your husband, your grandmother, etc…  He knows.   He loves you with an everlasting love and His love never fails.

Posted By: Robin Payne @ 9:04 am
Filed under: Faith,Family,Hope,Parenting

December 7, 2010

Working On My Shine!

This is a guest post from Susan Vanderheyden. She is the founder and Executive Director of Forever Fed. Check them out at http://www.foreverfed.org/

My daughter and I pray every morning while I take her to school. We’ve done this for years and sometimes our prayers seem a bit “wrote”. We ask for the same things most mornings. We thank God for the many ways He’s blessed us and ask for favor for whatever is going on in our day. We ask God to show us how to be a light unto others and we add prayer requests for folks we know who are going through hard times. This is our morning  prayer “recipe”.

This morning’s prayer followed the same recipe but I heard it for the first time in a long time. Donna’s  simple prayer was this.

“Lord, help us to be the BRIGHTEST shining star for you today.”

The word “Brightest” rang through me from head to toe and hours later it is still resounding through my soul .

I’ve been wrestling with some decisions I have to make for our Ministry Forever Fed and I’ve been seeking answers from God. Ironically I KNOW what the right decision is, I just don’t want to make it. And then I heard Donna’s prayer this morning and I knew what I had to do.

Leadership is not for wimps, it will test your faith each and every day. Not only do other’s look at your behavior and witness your faith in action, God is watching too. The reality is that someday we’ll be held accountable for where we’ve led others.

As much as I’d love to please folks by “looking the other way” I am called to be the “Brightest Shining Star” and to live in the light. I’ve prayed for many years for wisdom and knowledge and now is not time to ignore what I’ve learned! I certainly don’t want to lead others into grey areas, I want to lead them to the light. Most of all, I have to be an example to my own daughter by doing everything in my power to be that “Brightest Shining Star” .

“ Those who are wise will shine like the brightness of the heavens, and those who lead many to righteousness, like the stars for ever and ever.” Daniel 12:3

PS…When you bless your children by raising them in Christ, they bless you back in infinite ways. 

Susan Vanderheyden

Posted By: Robin Payne @ 1:20 pm
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October 16, 2010

Living Dangerously

I have done so much thinking, planning and evaluating my life in the last 6 months that I am tired.  But one of the things that I have discovered have surprised me.  I am sick and tired of safe living.  I’ve learned of several injustices in the world and in the last year I’ve really seen the ugliness of this side of heaven and I feel an unbelievable burden to do something. 

As I think about the plans before me and all the options I now have before me, I am filled with a desire to live dangerously – directed by Jesus.

Is your life safe?  When did the church settle for safe living?  Jesus was anything but safe.  He said we would do greater things that He had done.  I look around and think REALLY?  Cause everything about me screams safe.  What am I willing to do when Jesus calls?  Am I willing to be brave and launch where he calls regardless of the cost, the safety, etc…?

I have been several places that have spoken about human trafficking in the world.  Did you know there are 27 million enslaved in the world today – more than anytime in history?  Did you know that Atlanta is reported to be the number one human trafficking city in the USA?  That is unacceptable to me.  It is shocking to me.  How did we not know?  For years I heard that German citizens claimed that they did not know the Holocaust was going on around them and I have listened to those claims convinced they were lying.  I heard one story of a man who said that the trains carrying the Jews to the camps would roll by their church on Sunday mornings during worship services and they could hear the screams and cries of the Jews.  He said they sang louder to drown out the cries.  At Catalyst last week Chris Caine said that as they have begun working among women enslaved in Europe, one Russian woman said “If this God you tell me about is real and if what you say is true – what took you so long to come.”  Those words have haunted me.  Chris Caine said it’s time to quit doing church and become the church.

I’m determined to do that.  I want my desperate plea to be the same as Paul’s when he said “for me, to live is Christ, to die is gain.”

So much injustice, where do you begin?  I’m seeking God’s direction.  1 issue has been near and dear to my heart for a long time, 1 issue became important to me within the last 14 months and the last issue has become a burden recently.  Homelessness is robbing all of us in ways that I don’t think we’ve clearly thought through into the future.  Childhood cancer is robbing children of life, and abundant lives in the future.  Human trafficking is robbing young girls of so much.  

Do you feel a need to make a difference?  Do you feel called to live dangerously and bring hope and healing to a dying world?  Everything in my life seems inconsequential once I have the knowledge that others need help and Jesus.  I pray that Jesus won’t find me resting comfortably when He returns, or greets me in Heaven!

Posted By: Robin Payne @ 12:25 pm
Filed under: Children,Faith,Freedom,Help

October 6, 2010

God Always Finishes Big!

The Bible says and demonstrates over and over that God’s ways are mysterious.  That is surprising, amazing and disappointing.  Know why?  Because we long for God to be predictable and in a box.  Now, I know you are shaking your head and saying “uh, uh.  Not me.”  But when we ask God for that neon sign in the sky or full disclosure of where He’s taking us, we are saying we want predictability and not the full ride of mystery.

You’ve been journeying with me as I’ve struggled through a very important decision in my life.  I confess that I have wanted clear directions from God.  The mystery was driving me crazy and making me doubt I was hearing from God.  I realized this morning that I wanted Him to be predictable and in a box, even though I was saying that I want the God who is bigger than me and sees all that I cannot see.

When we trust the God of mystery, then we have to trust Him each minute because He holds our future and we trust Him with that!  But, when we want to see the next ten steps, we aren’t trusting God in the same way.  Because then when we can see 10 steps ahead, we can trust ourselves for the very next step.  We are less dependent on God when we see the next ten steps than we are when we only see the next step.

I had lunch with Lynn who has become such a dear friend over the last year.  God has clearly brought us together and our paths at this time in our life (actually in most of our lives) have been oddly parallel.  So, we were discussing God and His nature at lunch.  One of her friends told her that sometimes we see God too linearly.  But sometimes His plans are like a chess game.  He calls us to take the next step.  That does not always bring exactly the anticipated second step, because your next step could cause a change around you that makes your second step different than you anticipated. 

For 10 years in the 1990’s I worked as a financial analyst for Scientific Atlanta.  I was laid off due to God’s hand in the process.  If you heard the story, you’d marvel as we did!  God had been calling me into ministry for several years until I forced His hand one evening – careful what you dare God to do!  ;-)   9 years later, as I sensed God was calling me to a new ministry serving churches, I contacted my old boss and asked if they ever needed part time analysts.  He said yes!  So, I became a contractor for ViaSat on an as needed basis.  I did that for a year.  I then launched out into my new ministry and continued to help out ViaSat as I could.  My contract position at ViaSat funded my ministry and enabled me to go to help smaller churches for free.  Work began to increase and I was able to bring on an employee.  Then about 9 months ago we received a new boss.  T and I worked long hard hours as they entrusted us with the finances of their largest, most strategic jobs in-house.  But with that came increase hours, responsibilities, etc…

This all worked well until June of this year.  In June I sensed God saying “You are doing too much.  ViaSat was my provision for a time, but it is no longer my provision.”  I panicked.  What?  My calling was to the smaller churches, without this provision I would not be able to go and do what I was called to do.   In addition, we needed the income.  As you can imagine, I began seeking God, wise counsel of godly friends and colleagues, etc…  But, I also plugged my ears and kept doing what I was doing.

In the meantime, work at ViaSat was becoming difficult.  It was consuming more and more of my time and I met several times with my new boss to discuss the heavy workload.  We met in March, April and May and nothing changed.  Fast forward to the end of July and beginning of August.  Everything was out of hand.  I sent my boss an email that we could not get the financial closing for July done.  We were limited by there being only 24 hours in a day – too much to do.  He never replied to my email.  So, we got through the monthly financial closing and I took a week off to seek God.  By now, God was speaking very loudly and clearly, and this time He said “You are divided.  Until you quit, I will not reveal to you what is next.”  I absolutely panicked!  “Quit?  Are you kidding me?  No, seriously God, come again?  Because I thought you said QUIT.  Let me remove the cotton from my ears, because I thought you said QUIT.”

I began to panic.  How on earth was I supposed to quit?  What I really wanted was for God to reveal to me the next 6 months and then I would decide what to do.  But what God was saying was I expect you to trust me.  Then, He said something I’ve never heard Him say in these kinds of regards… “I am sick of this.  I told you in June.  Now… either you do this or I will.  And, you’re gonna quit or I’m going to punish you.”  My response?  “Okay, now you’ve got my attention.  Punishment?  HUH?”  So, I quit.

I want to press pause here and say that this is the point in the story that I began this post with.  I asked 12 people to be praying very specifically about this situation – my email was titled PRAYERS NEEDED!!!!!!!!.  10 women, 2 men.  Many of the women had one similar answer, but the men came up with a very different answer.  The women were thinking linearly and the men were thinking about the chess game. 

So, I quit.  I was unprepared for the effort that ensued to keep me at ViaSat.  The effort resulted in an answer to my prayer.  Thinking linearly, I began to question all kinds of things.  Had I heard correctly from God?  Was I just thinking He wanted me gone because I wanted to be gone?  Anxiety set in and I found myself unable to make a decision.  The women clearly saw the answer.  The men, not so clearly.  The men said “Did God ask you to quit or leave?”  Because if He asked you to quit and you did, you have been obedient, and now He is working all things out for you to stay and for Him to continue to provide for the ministry.  If He asked you to leave then you have to leave.”

Do you see the difference?  When we think linearly, we think quitting means X, Y and Z.  When we think outside of that, we realize that God can say quit, then that obedience can lead to a change in the circumstance that He is working through your obedience.  He might never have meant leave.  Your obedience might put in place the changes needed for Him to continue to provide.  Abraham faced this in Genesis 22.  “Then God said, “Take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love and go to the region of Moriah.  Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains I will tell you about.”  Thinking linearly, we know that Isaac is dead.  But God isn’t in a box.  It was when Abraham demonstrated his obedience that God said WAIT, here is my provision.  Abraham did not actually sacrifice Isaac literally that day.  Thinking linearly, you might say that God failed.  Thinking outside the box, you realize that God never intended Abraham to sacrifice Isaac, He intended to test his faith and his obedience.  Abraham learned a lot about himself through this and about His God.

I have done the same.  Last week as I pondered the wise words of these men, I realized that they could very well be right.  All of this could have put in play the change that God expected from ViaSat so He could continue His provision for the ministry.  Then, I began to fret about something different.  If I believed that, I knew that some of the women who had been praying for me wouldn’t buy it.  That they had decided I should go and would believe that I would be selling out if I stayed.  So, I actually began to worry about what would happen if I stayed.  I knew that the women would be upset with me.  How would I explain that God had revealed the next thing and it wasn’t what they thought, heck, it wasn’t what I thought either?  I was pretty sure they wouldn’t believe me.  I wondered how I would prove it to them?  How would I be able to make them understand that this is what God was saying NOW?   I wondered if they would think I was lying to not have to do the hard thing.

I spent last week full of fear, anxiety and trepidation (thanks for that word, Lynn).  What if I’m wrong?  What if they think I’ve sold out?  Am I hearing from God?  I was also still unsure what God was saying.  I begged God to speak.  I asked for a neon sign in the sky, an email, a text message, a letter in the mail.  I begged.  I asked Eddie every 20 minutes or so if He had heard a word from God.  It was insanity!

So, I went in this week.  Just 2 hours before my meeting I was still unsure what I was going to do.  Partly I was angry at God for speaking so clearly and then so silently.  Of course, with all  the voices in my head going and all the other noise around me, I had made it virtually impossible for God to speak!  How like me!

It came time for the meeting.  I actually had prepared the YES and the NO and had both with me.  Is that hilarious or sad?  I think God was cracking up!  My own personal Urim and Thummim!  Casting lots.  (that was for all of my Disciple peeps!)  I was leaning one way.

I had a 3:00 meeting with my boss.  My boss had another meeting during our meeting time.  I don’t know that it actually was scheduled over and on top of it or if it was one that ran long, or what.  But, I kept going by his office until 3:45.  He never called to say “Hey, this came up, let’s reschedule” and he never stepped out to find me to say hang on.  I felt like 45 minutes was fair to pace around his office and give him.  Then, at 3:45 I had a call from a pastor asking me to preach a two week sermon in November.  Here is a portion of what my friend, Lynn said (with a little embellishment from me) “Isn’t it cool that when your boss was standing you up, your real Boss was showing you the next thing?”   My boss sent me an email around 5:30 letting me know he couldn’t make the meeting and requesting another meeting on Monday.  I had just left for the day.  The cool thing is that we will meet on Monday, but I won’t be spending these next 5 days anxious and worried.  Because God is in charge.

God finishes big all the time, doesn’t He?  Are you in awe of Him?  I am.  I woke up at 4:00am this morning and God was revealing a lot to me.  I am certain that God expected me to go through this – all of this.  He wanted to show me some things about myself and He also wanted to let me know what He expected to change in me.  Whenever I go through difficult things I ask God to reveal to me the lesson He expected me to take from it and what character changes He expects from me.  Well, this is my biggest one yet.  God has revealed a number of changes He expects.  It isn’t going to be easy, but I’d rather be with Him and traveling together than not!  I’m going to post soon on some of those changes.

Posted By: Robin Payne @ 3:54 am
Filed under: Faith

This is my first guest blogger on Childhood Cancer.  Please read today’s post and reflect on how you can become involved in helping to end this horrible disease.  I beseech you to pray for these families and to educate yourself on this disease.  It it my honor and privilege to share with you Britney’s story of their journey through cancer with son Bo…

I have heard numerous times from parents that have children with autism or diabetes say with a positive viewpoint, “at least it isn’t cancer.”   But what if it is? It is definitely a parent’s worst nightmare to have a diagnosis of cancer because cancer continues to be the number one disease killer of children in our country, more than asthma, diabetes, cystic fibrosis, and pediatric AIDS combined!  So how does childhood cancer become a priority cause in this country?  The journey begins with each of us.

During our lengthy eight month hospital stay at Children’s Healthcare of Atlanta, we witnessed one too many children struggling to live, one too many in intensive care heavily sedated and unable to breathe on their own, one too many children being carried away with a sheet covering their heads because their battle with this horrible disease was finally over…just one too many.  My heart drowned with grief; however, we discovered renewed strength and perseverance through the love, encouragement, and overflowing support from our home town, Thomaston, and countless others.

I sat by my son’s hospital bed during one of his harsh, high-dose chemo treatments and I stared at him resting yet miserable from the fierce, non-stop vomiting, painful burns that covered his body, and uncontrollable nose bleeds that had become a daily occurrence.   At this moment, a code blue announcement came over the loud speaker and we heard a piercing scream from just a few doors down.   It was a mother whose son was called home to Heaven.   While I hugged her, no words came… absolutely nothing can ease the unbearable bereavement of losing a child but I thought, “Something has to be done…a cure needs to be found!”

I endlessly reflected on what I could do. I understood that before anything could be done, more and more people need to become aware and recognize that childhood cancer is real…it does exist.   Before my only child, Bo, was diagnosed with an aggressive form of brain cancer called Medulloblastoma, I was one of those people who looked the other way.   It was something about a child with a bald head, no eyebrows or eyelashes that sent a sad, gut-wrenching feeling throughout my whole body and I believed that I could avoid this feeling of sorrowfulness that overcame me by just looking away.   I knew cancer in children existed…I always acknowledged it yet I did nothing.

Each year, National Childhood Cancer Awareness Month is recognized during the month of September.   Because of the devastating effects of cancer on children and in an effort to support childhood cancer awareness and education in Georgia, the State Senate as well as many local governments has proclaimed September Childhood Cancer Awareness Month on a state and local level.

The facts:

  • One in every 300 children will get cancer
  • One in Five will not survive
  • 46 children are diagnosed with cancer each year
  • 7 children die of cancer every school day
  • 35,000 children are currently fighting cancer
  • Only one new drug has been developed for childhood cancer in the past 25 years
  • Only 2% of federal funding for cancer research is directed at solving cancers that impact our children.

Since 2004, the pediatric oncology population in the state of Georgia has risen 347%.  At this rate, any person reading this could be the next one standing in a hospital room receiving the devastating news that their child or grandchild has cancer.   Furthermore, childhood cancer does not discriminate.  It affects all ages, genders, ethnicities, socio-economic groups, religions and zip codes.

My husband and I both proclaimed that we will do anything to bring awareness and raise money for a cure. We devote what little time and money we have to a cause that is so very close and dear to our hearts. If we can only donate a dollar at a time, it is well worth it…because when a cure is finally found, we can hold our heads high in knowing that we participated…that we helped. You, too, can do the same! If you are only able to donate $5, that is absolutely WONDERFUL! That five dollars might be the just amount needed to find a cure.

If you aren’t able to donate anything, then donate time…get your schools or businesses involved in raising awareness about this dreadful disease in children.  The more people that are aware and see cancer in children, the more will be donated and so forth.   Our local school system’s participation would help spread awareness of the realities and challenges in the childhood cancer world to those outside the childhood cancer world.   It would also engage and encourage citizens to take action and support the most innocent and youngest amongst us, our children; and most importantly, provide tools and resources to the staff, students and their families when children in their schools, neighborhoods or social circles are diagnosed.   So Step Forward and take a stand for our children, your children, your neighbors children….children across the globe–Let us all unite in the effort to kick cancer’s hiney! Thank you!

You can keep up with our son’s progress on his caringbridge: www.caringbridge.org/visit/bostory and make a donation to CURE Childhood Cancer, who are continuously researching and looking for a cure. We are trying to raise $1,000 in Bo’s honor to CURE and we are almost there to reaching our goal! http://www.firstgiving.com/2010curekidbostory  

With Love @ God Speed,
Britney Story
www.caringbridge.org/visit/bostory

Posted By: Robin Payne @ 10:48 am
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