Good Day at the Office!
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Thursday, December 12, 2013 | |
It's been quite a day at the office. Okay. So maybe Hyderabad, India isn't my usual work space. But it was today. One of our morning objectives was to visit a slum and capture some compelling images illustrating what life is like for a disturbing number of India's lowest caste, the Dalit’s. Shooting pro grade video is tough enough under optimal circumstances, much more so walking through unimaginable filth, inhaling wretched smelling air. Then you set up the tripod, unpack the audio gear (regretting the wires trailing lazily in the human muck) and realize you've left a critical filter back in the van. Running to fetch the gear, you're suddenly aware of the many eyes peering out at you from under blue tarps and the shadows of crude huts. There were concerns that our presence was unwelcome by some in the slum. So we got right down to work. Then it was time to shoot “B-roll”--the various “cutaway” shots that editors use to spice up a video. This is the stuff I love to shoot best. But the moment I started shooting, my “slum guide”--a fellow believer--introduced me to a little girl who was blind. She couldn't have been more than 10 or 11. Would I please stop and pray with her? Of course, I did. We barely got off another shot of some pigs roaming the slum when a woman came up and requested prayer for the cancer that she was battling. We prayed. We were guided into another hut where we prayed for still another. It was touching...but troubling at the same time. I had come to gather images...but was called upon to give prayers. Later that afternoon, I had the rare opportunity to interview two women who were formal Hindu temple prostitutes. When we were done...we prayed together. Same with two Indian pastors we interviewed, both of whom have been persecuted. A lesson God seems to be teaching in all of this? Perhaps just this: the extent we are willing to be “interrupted” to share another's pain--if only in a prayer—is the measure of a day well spent. Come to think of it, it's been a good day at the office. Praise God!
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A Glimpse of Heaven
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Thursday, December 05, 2013 | |
I saw a glimpse of heaven this week. We're in India, looking at the power that a school run by Christians can have in impacting the problem of human trafficking. In a nutshell, India's Dalit caste—the lowest of the low--represents the vast majority of sex slaves in India. Because the Dalits are so poor, they are often unable to afford schooling for their young. Lacking the social network (safety) a school experience provides, these girls, whose parents are out working, become easy prey for the traffickers. Enter the Good Shepherd Schools—a growing network of English Medium Schools. Operated by Christians, these affordable schools make possible an education for children who would otherwise not have access. With an education, girls learn valuable business skills. They are much less prone to be caught up in the ugly web of human trafficking. So we were visiting one of these schools that Friends Church of Yorba Linda, California has helped sponsor. Getting out of the van, we were met by a drum corps and small band. Our team walked a corridor flanked by girls in festive dresses, showering us with orange and yellow flower petals. There was applause, confetti—even fireworks--in this tribute of thanks recognizing what Friends Church has done. The thought struck me almost immediately in the hot sun of a Bangalore morning. This is a picture of heaven! This is a small taste of what it will be like to join the crowd of witnesses we read about in Scripture. The music, the pageantry the colors....surely this is a preview image of the heaven we will someday enjoy. The only dark cloud in this otherwise sunny picture? The sobering question: Exactly how much am I investing my life now in causes that heaven will celebrate? The Bible tells us, “What no eye has seen, what no ear has heard, and what no human mind has conceived” the things God has prepared for those who love him—“ So...how much do I love Him? How much do you love Him? How much of a celebration will be yours and mine in heaven? |
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Herod Too Late
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Thursday, November 28, 2013 | |
They say the best actors don't act. They are simply absorbed into the character they portray. I had a taste of that during a recent tour of the Herod exhibit at Jerusalem's Israel Museum. |
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Thanksgiving--the Stepchild Holiday
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Thursday, November 21, 2013 | |
If holidays had families, Thanksgiving would be the unwanted stepchild. Thanksgiving lacks the Hallmark beauty of Christmas and the Dick Clark fun of New Year's. With stern-faced buckle shoed pilgrims as the holiday's heroes, nobody decorates their home with Mayflower lights. Nor do we take part in Puritan parties. Thanksgiving doesn't lend itself to much of that, so we don't lend much of ourselves to it. Thanksgiving really is the overlooked stepchild. Consider the way Thanksgiving is treated at national retail stores: hardly at all. Outnumbered by mountains of Halloween candy and masks, Thanksgiving is lucky to get a small display of any kind. And because this stepchild holiday has the misfortune of falling so close to Christmas, it must be picked up, packed up and swept up…to leave room for Christmas. But the real problem with Thanksgiving isn't the way it's treated in our stores. It's how it’s treated in ourselves. Gratitude—the core message of Thanksgiving--is neither fun nor easy for most of us.
Who likes a holiday that requires effort? What fun is there in self-discipline and intentionality? How can we get “unbooked” from the annual guilt trip we face, knowing we’re honestly not that thankful—at Thanksgiving or ANY time of year? But I think we're asking the wrong questions. What we SHOULD be asking is “What is it that really made the pilgrims tick?” “Where could WE get a supply of their indomitable courage—the stuff that lead them to leave everything behind to follow Christ?” Experienced in that light, Thanksgiving—the unwanted holiday stepchild—might just be one of the grandest of them all. |
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My Lack of Tears
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Thursday, November 14, 2013 | |
A tuna sandwich and a Coke. Such an ordinary lunch after such an extraordinary morning. As I sit at a cafe overlooking Jerusalem, I am pondering an earlier walk down what is known to millions as the Via Dolorosa. “The way of suffering” is the route Jesus walked through Jerusalem carrying his cross. The thing of it is, the Via Dolorosa today is the way of shopping and dickering and shouting. The most common form of suffering is sore feet and aching backs. It's tough to imagine the real Jesus dragging a real cross up and down the hilly path these people call a street. Ultimately that path leads to the Church of the Holy Sepulcher. If you've yet to visit, the church is a darksome foreboding structure, its cavernous blackness as eager to swallow all light as it is all hope. Despair perfumes the air as your eyes adjust to the shadows. Up a steep winding staircase, a barely controlled mob is cued up to pray or genuflect or ponder at the “exact spot” (so they say) where Christ's cross was hoisted. As I walked through the church's massive doors back out into the sunlight, I encountered a woman who was weeping. Tears dribbled down her cheeks as the weight of her experience squeezed hard on her emotions. And suddenly, I was ashamed. How could I—a follower of Jesus Christ—walk through this church and be so little moved? When—if ever—have I truly wept over the agony Christ took upon Himself for me? Of course, no one should be guilted into feeling an emotion. But perhaps my lack of tears is evidence I have thought too little of Him for whom no thanks is too much. For Moody Radio, those are my thoughts, and I'm Jon Gauger.
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