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Monday, August 1, 2016

Coincidence? I Think Not.

Well hello from LaGuardia airport!

I am just returning from a lovely little reunion trip to Boston, where I went to meet up with my good friend Sara, her newish husband Dave, and our mutual friend Gloria, who happened to be in town. (Sara, Gloria, and I all trained together when we started our China teaching jobs back in 2009.)

When I arrived at Sara's place, she and Gloria gave me the quick tour of the house. "But don't look in the bedrooms yet, because they're a little messy."

Sara and Dave disappeared to a church event, leaving me and Gloria to roam free in their kitchen. Then someone knocked on the door. Hm. Then they rang the doorbell!

"Should we get it?" I asked Gloria.
"We might as well," she said.
"Are you supposed to answer other people's doors?"
"It might be a package or something," said Gloria.

Sounded reasonable. I went down to the entry and opened the door. At first it looked like a nice, normal pair of strangers. Then, once their faces registered on my retinas, it looked like my friends Lisa and Merle!

From Canada!

Lisa and I taught together my first year in China, and now she's married with a little baby and living very far away. I had no idea I'd ever see her and her husband again.

Reunion! Note: Gloria and I are a couple of cool kids, but we are not A Couple.

We were so excited by Lisa's surprise that we had to break out the Asian photo gestures!

It just so happened that Lisa and Merle were in the States for a wedding in Pennsylvania and had decided to extend their trip up to Boston. And it just so happened that they asked if they could stay with Sara during THE VERY SAME WEEK that I had already planned to be there.

Coincidence? I think not.

It was an incredibly fun and refreshing time of fellowship to be together with these good friends and co-laborers. Also, props to Sara "Don't Look in the Bedrooms" K. and Gloria "Maybe it's a Package" S. for sneakily keeping the secret from me.

Spending time with Lisa and Merle was just one of three amazing "coincidences" this trip. The other two involved finding and making connections between ministry partners across several continents and fellowships.

Networking happens in the most unlikely ways.  God works in the most amazing ways.

Now enjoy some gratuitous photos from New England!

I used to be a non-coffee-drinker. Then I lived with Sara. The rest is history.

We saw mansions in Newport, Rhode Island!

We picnicked on this lawn. 

We marveled at this library.

I listened to the breakers from the mansion called the Breakers.

Great company! But we couldn't talk to each other because we were busy with the audio tour.

Nice views from the Cliff Walk along the row of mansions.

I guess there's barely a Boston picture here, but I hope you enjoyed this little taste of Rhode Island. Thanks for reading. :)

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Taste the Grace

Anyone remember the 1990's Skittles ads where rainbows sprang up and rained down Skittles?

Here's the best example I can find: 


(Taste the rainbow!)

Lately I've been thinking about God's grace, and these Skittles commercials always come to mind. Skittles just came raining down! No one earned them or worked for them or made them or bought them. All those people did was open up their mouths and fill them with tasty, colorful candies.

Grace is like that!

Grace is God's undeserved favor and generosity toward us. We didn't earn it or work for it or make it or buy it. We just have to open up our hands and receive it. Ephesians 2:8-9 says:
For by grace you have been saved through faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God; not as a result of works, so that no one may boast. 
In that old Skittles commercial, you can see the man's wonder and amazement. If we understood God's grace toward us, we would feel the same way. That's why it's called amazing grace!

I'm so thankful for God's grace in my life, not just in saving me from my sins but also in the many gestures of lovingkindness He shows me daily. This has been a season of life where God is showering me with grace, and I am reminded that I am loved by a generous God! John 1:16 says:
For from His fullness we have all received, grace upon grace.
Grace upon grace, my friends. Taste and see that the Lord is good!

Thursday, March 24, 2016

It's a Good, Good Friday

I just walked in the door, settled into the world's deepest couch, and put my feet up.

All is quiet inside. Outside, a low, golden moon is creeping up over the streetlights.

My mind and my eyes are so tired. I worked a longer day today so I could take some time off tomorrow, and I think my sleepiness has wrecked my attention span. I'm thinking about e-mails, about laughs that I had with my patients today, about what my mom might be making for Easter, about when I might need to get gas. 

I, I, I, I, I.

These days, I've been thinking way too much about myself; about my opinions and my preferences and my gifts and my future and my past, and mostly I think there have been lots of times this week where my pride has gotten the best of me.

"HE must become greater; I must become less."

I've had that Bible verse running as a refrain through my head, and I had to look up the reference to find that it was spoken by John the Baptist in John 3:30. That's same John who, in Luke 7:28, Jesus called the greatest man who had ever been born.

If the greatest man who had ever been born knew that he must become less, shouldn't I, too?

It's the eve of Good Friday. It's time to take my eyes off myself and put them on the One who is greater.

My parents always encouraged us to spend time on Good Friday worshiping Jesus. They kept us home from school and gave us a quiet day to think and pray, and watch videos about Jesus. (Or Moses. Because The Ten Commandments is a nice, long, religious movie if you have three kids to keep busy for a whole day.)

I'm looking forward to tomorrow, a day of reflection, refreshment, and reminders for my soul.

Can I invite you to join me tomorrow in reading some stories about Jesus? You can find the Good Friday story starting here, in Luke 22, but any Jesus stories will do.

Let's turn our eyes from the temporal to the eternal,
From humanity to majesty,
From man to God.

It's a good Friday, friends.

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles.
And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. 
(Hebrews 12:1-2)

Sunday, March 6, 2016

When Helping Hurts: A "Misguided Missions" Follow-Up

Thanks for reading my series on "Misguided Missions," in which I explored the potentially harmful ways in which American churchgoers try to help others.

When I wrote that series, I hadn't yet finished this book:


Wow. I highly, highly recommend When Helping Hurts. Please pick up the book for a thorough treatment of "how to alleviate poverty without hurting the poor... and yourself" (as the subtitle says).

Let me summarize a few of the points that helped me most.

What is poverty?

The authors interviewed North American audiences and found that most defined poverty in terms of material lack, while poor people worldwide tend to describe not only material lack but also psychological and social lack:
Poor people typically talk in terms of shame, inferiority, powerlessness, humiliation, fear, hopelessness, depression, social isolation, and voicelessness. North American audiences tend to emphasize the lack of material things such as food, money, clean water, medicine, housing, etc. ... This mismatch between many outsiders' perceptions of poverty and the perceptions of poor people themselves can have devastating consequences for poverty-alleviation efforts (p. 53).
If we define poverty only as a lack of money, we will try to solve the problem by giving money. It really matters how we diagnose the problem, because the wrong diagnosis will lead to the wrong solutions.

The authors instead invite us to view poverty through the lens of the four basic relationships of every individual and society:
  • Relationship with self
  • Relationship with others
  • Relationship with creation
  • Relationship with God 
Poverty (of any sort - spiritual, relational, or material) is rooted in brokenness in one or more of these foundational relationships. Read the following example from the book and note the brokenness of each of Mary's relationships (to self, others, creation, and God):
Consider Mary, who lives in a slum in western Kenya. As a female in a male-dominated society, Mary has been subjected to polygamy, to regular physical and verbal abuse from her husband, to fewer years of schooling than males, and to an entire cultural system that tells her she is inferior. As a result, Mary has a poverty of being and lacks the confidence to look for a job, leading her into material poverty. 
Desperate, Mary decides to be self-employed, but needs a loan to get her business started. Unfortunately, her poverty of community rears its ugly head, as the local loan shark exploits Mary, demanding an interest rate of 300 percent on her loan of twenty-five dollars, contributing to Mary's material poverty. Having no other options, Mary borrows from the loan shark and starts a business of selling homemade charcoal in the local market, along with hundreds of others just like her. The market is glutted with charcoal sellers, which keeps the prices very low. But it never even occurs to Mary to sell something else, because she does not understand that she has been given the creativity and capacity to have dominion over creation. In other words, her poverty of stewardship locks her into an unprofitable business, further contributing to her material poverty. 
Frustrated by her entire situation, Mary goes to the traditional healer (witch doctor) for help, a manifestation of her poverty of spiritual intimacy with the one true God. The healer tells Mary that her difficult life is a result of angry ancestral spirits that need to be appeased through the sacrificing of a bull, a sacrifice that costs Mary a substantial amount of money and further contributes to her material poverty. Mary is suffering from not having sufficient income, but her problems cannot be solved by giving her more money or other material resources, for such things are insufficient to heal the brokenness of her four foundational relationships. (pp. 63-64)
Man, that's a long quote, but so good. I wish I could just quote you the whole book! But anyway, the point is that our definition of poverty matters, and we must define it holistically in order to implement solutions that help.

At the heart of it, the fall of man in Genesis 3 threw all of our relationships out of whack. It is Jesus who reconciles and restores our fundamental relationships, which the authors note:
Poverty is rooted in broken relationships, so the solution to poverty is rooted in the power of Jesus' death and resurrection to put all things into right relationships again. (page 77)
and
Our relationship with the materially poor should be one in which we recognize that both of us are broken and that both of us need the blessing of reconciliation. Our perspective should be less about how we are going to fix the materially poor and more about how we can walk together, asking God to fix both of us. (page 76)

When Helping Hurts

As the book title says, our efforts to help may result in harm, not only to the recipients of our good intentions, but also to ourselves.

One way this happens is when our charitable efforts give us a kind of "god complex," which contributes to our own poverty as it disrupts our fundamental relationships with self and with God, while at the same time contributing to the "poverty of being" of the poor, as our charitable efforts increase their feelings of inferiority, shame, or helplessness.

The authors state that, "one of the major premises of the book is that until we embrace our mutual brokenness, our work with low-income people is likely to do far more harm than good" (p. 64).

They go on to reference development practitioner Jayakumar Christian, who believes that "the economically rich often have 'god-complexes', a subtle and unconscious sense of superiority in which they believe they have achieved their wealth through their own efforts and have been anointed to decide what is best for low-income people, whom they view as inferior to themselves" (p. 65)

What I gained from this reminder is that I absolutely shouldn't engage in any charitable or "helping" work in order to make myself feel good. This contributes to my own poverty of being and may contribute to the poverty of being of others too.

Solutions

Part Three of the book covers practical strategies, including a section on "Doing Short-Term Missions Without Doing Long-Term Harm."

There are some good reminders there about RELIEF, REHABILITATION, and DEVELOPMENT.  Relief (e.g. one-way giving, doing things for people rather than with people) is appropriate only in the aftermath of a major catastrophe. We shouldn't apply relief when development is needed, and even then we shouldn't assume that short-term mission teams are necessarily the best people to apply relief aid.

The authors give many suggestions for improving the impact of short-term teams, and I will summarize the majority of them here (from pp. 174-179):
  • Make sure everyone involved understands the nature of poverty, as described above
  • Make sure the host organization and community have requested a team
  • Be sincerely open to not sending a team
  • Design the trip to be about "being" and "learning" as much as "doing"
  • Ensure that the "doing" avoids paternalism (Don't do for people what they can do for themselves.)
  • Don't create or advertise trips that focus on adventure and fun
  • Change the trip name to "Vision Trip" or "Go Learn, Return, and Respond"
  • Require potential trip members to demonstrate a serious interest in missions by being active in their church and its local outreach efforts
  • Make pre-trip learning a requirement
  • Schedule training time on the field 
  • Have a well-planned, mandated post-trip learning journey for at least one year following the trip
  • Require every member of the team to pay a portion of the expenses ("Why? Remember, this is a learning experience, not a trip to save the world. Learners are more likely to value their training if they are paying for a portion of it.")
  • Consider donating as much money to organizations that are pursuing sound community development in that community as you do for the trip costs themselves
That's a tall order. I wonder how many of you have been on a trip designed according to the above principles? I'd love to hear.

I was encouraged to find many practical ways to help the poor while reading the third part of this book. It's not all doom and gloom! While the point of my original blog series was primarily to discuss short-term missions, the book also provides a very helpful framework for long-term development. For example, they discuss ABCD - "Asset Based Community Development" and how powerful it is to start development efforts not by focusing on what's missing in a community, but by capitalizing on the resources and strengths that are already present.

(As an aside, I catch myself missing this point all the time in my work as a rehab therapist. I immediately look at my patients' impairments and how they can be fixed, rather than analyzing their strengths and how they can be maximized.)

Let me close with an article I came across recently:

An Antidote to Extreme Poverty: Generous Billionaires

The article suggests that the world's billionaires alone could give enough money to poor countries to draw millions of people over the poverty line. It cites a recent study which "manages to put into perspective what one person, or what a group of people, could accomplish in a concerted effort to help the world's impoverished. The combined efforts of all the billionaires in the Philippines, India, Swaziland, Georgia, Indonesia, Colombia, Brazil, Peru and China would completely eradicate extreme poverty in their respective countries."

How would you re-write that quote according to the principles from When Helping Hurts? Here's my best shot:
The combined efforts of all the billionaires in the Philippines, India, Swaziland, Georgia, Indonesia, Colombia, Brazil, Peru and China could temporarily eradicate extreme material poverty in their respective countries, while potentially worsening the poverty of being of the material poor by creating a relationship of dependency with the billionaire, contributing to their feelings of helplessness and inferiority, and removing their initiative to steward the gifts and resources around them. The billionaires would meanwhile risk inflating their own feelings of superiority, furthering their broken relationships with self, others, and God. The end result may be that everyone's fundamental relationships remain broken, which will likely lead the formerly impoverished recipients back into material poverty when the original monetary donation runs out.
As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts, both on short-term missions and on the wider question of how Christians and non-Christians can best respond to the needs of those around us. (And don't forget to check out the book!)

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Misguided Missions: Toxic Charity and The Case of Cuba

You know what inspired this blog series about short-term missions?  Cuba.

A few weeks ago I was reading an article from Christianity Today:

Subtitle:  With relaxed travel rules, Cuban leaders wonder whether Americans will dampen their churches’ zeal.

The article describes some good things that have been happening among Cuba's Christians, and their leaders' fears that a potential influx of American travelers and goods will be detrimental to the church's health.

Some of the fears are guess-able:
On the pessimistic side, Christian leaders wonder whether US visitors will destroy Cuban culture with their materialism and lifeless nominalism -- or whether Cubans will destroy themselves.
I'd be scared of materialism and nominalism, too, after watching what they've done to my own country. But what caught my eye was this line:
Another challenge: the avalanche of outsiders wanting to help.
Americans see an open door to Cuba and might think, "Finally! We can get in there and help these people! They are a poor country and we are a rich one. Maybe they need the gospel... we have that too! There's so much to do!"

Meanwhile, some Cuban Christian leaders are already worried about the potential influx of "helpers."
"There are many birds who want to land in Cuba," explains Eduardo Gonzalez del Rio, rector of Easter Baptist Theological Seminary in Santiago de Cuba -- "people who want to bring in their doctrine to help us." ...
Overall, Cuban church leaders are eager to collaborate with more American churches. But they want respect, despite disparities in size and wealth.
"Our problem is when foreigners come to tell us what we need to do. We've been here for many years, we've spread the Word under many difficulties, and we've been able to succeed," says a Western Baptist leader. "We love the idea of collaboration, but not imposition."
 Another leader said,
"Of course we are not perfect. But we are experts on Cuba. The Cuban church is an example of revival for the world. What others have to offer shouldn't interrupt what we are doing."
These are words of warning to the American church.

Have you read the book Toxic Charity?

I wish I'd read that book back in high school, before I ever took a trip abroad, before I ever donated to a food pantry, before I ever did a service project. (In fact, if you want to buy it but don't have the $9, let me know and I'll send you a copy.)

The author lays out the following "Oath for Compassionate Service":
1. Never do for the poor what they have (or could have) the capacity to do for themselves.
2. Limit one-way giving to emergency situations.
3. 
Strive to empower the poor through employment, lending, and investing, using grants sparingly to reinforce achievements.
4. 
Subordinate self-interests to the needs of those being served.
5. 
Listen closely to those you seek to help, especially to what is not being said — unspoken feelings may contain essential clues to effective service.
6. 
Above all, do no harm.
In the case of Cuba, following these principles might mean that Cuban church leaders are first asked what they most need before any team is sent (Principle #4, Principle #5). It might mean that American Christians provide training and collaboration, but not cash (Principle #2). It might mean that you decide not to go at all, if your mission trip is not needed or hurts the local people (Principle #4, Principle #6).

My own opinion is that these principles are particularly helpful for social justice efforts, where money, time, and work are given freely to people in need, by people who expect nothing in return. It is in these one-way exchanges that economics, power, dependency, and motives can result in some terrible unintended consequences.

But you know a few things you can give freely without risk? You can give prayer. I don't see any way that visiting a community and praying to the living God on their behalf will result in toxic consequences. You can give friendship and fellowship. You can give a listening ear. You can give the gospel.

When it comes to short-term missions, I think I've done all the wrong things at least once. I've hugged orphans I'll never meet again. I've raised money to do work that wasn't really needed. I've gone with the wrong motives.

I've also been on trips that got a lot of things right. They were based on long-term partnerships and collaboration with people on the ground. They trained me well. They opened my eyes to the great big world that God made, and spurred me on to try to love people from many nations.  Short-term mission trips led me into longer-term cross-cultural work and have unquestionably changed the course of my life.

Let me leave you with a challenge to thoughtfully and prayerfully examine your own views on short-term missions. Evaluate if you should go, and where, and why. Evaluate where your giving goes. Pray for your church leaders as they lead your church in how to approach short-term missions.

Here are a few resources:
Please leave questions, observations, experiences, and challenges in the comments!

This is the last part in a short series on the evolution of my views on mission trips. With two million Americans going on short term missions yearly (according to shorttermmissions.com), it makes sense to evaluate whether these trips are worth the expense, and if their outcomes are generally good or generally bad. My intention here is to highlight the nuances I now see and give us all some questions to think about, not to criticize you, your church, my church, or my own self.

Part 1. Misguided Missions: Analogy with a Side of Cookies
Part 2. Misguided Missions: The Problem Defined 
Part 3. Misguided Missions: The Culprit is Me (...and You?)
Part 4. Misguided Missions: Toxic Charity and the Case of Cuba
When Helping Hurts: A Misguided Missions Follow-Up

Friday, January 15, 2016

Misguided Missions: The Culprit is Me (...and You?)

Short-term mission trips literally changed my life.

Twice.

The first time was a service trip to Belize in 2004. I went with a bunch of other American students and we did manual labor at a Mennonite School for the deaf in Belize.


We painted stuff, planted stuff, replaced a roof, butchered some chickens, took side trips, washed dishes, ate ice cream, and generally had a blast. My team was amazing. We shared "family time" and worship every night; we were strangers who became friends in a day. The deaf students, the Mennonite workers, and other Belizean locals also felt like instant family to us.

It was one of the most magical months of my life, and it set into motion a desire to one day live abroad, at least for a year or two. Twelve years later, I still have friends from that trip. The school is still there, and some of the work that we did is still around, and other projects have been completed by a variety of American teams that have come since us.

In some ways, that trip got a lot of things wrong. Why raise $30,000 to send unskilled laborers to a nation that already has plenty of labor? Why send Christian workers to an ultra-Christian community?

A decade has passed, and now I would probably think twice about taking a trip that involves me "serving" people by crashing their lives for a few weeks with a paintbrush and a hammer. Nonetheless, I think the net effect of that trip in my own life was good, and I haven't yet heard that it was detrimental to the people we visited. (Phew.)

When I reflect on that trip to Belize, I'm reminded that the Lord can work through a trip that isn't perfectly designed.

The other trip that changed my life was this one:



China 2006. It was a 10-day trip to a central Chinese city to help with an English program and partner with a year-long team. It was the catalyst for my later three-year stint as an English teacher and cross-cultural worker in China, as well as my last ten years of trying to be friends with every international person who will have me.

That China trip avoided many of the common problems of short-term trips. It was part of a multi-decade, healthy partnership between my local American church and that Chinese city. It brought a burst of energy and assistance to the English program and to the long-term team. And it wasn't a one-way relationship. The English program served us by hosting us and paying for our lunches, and we served them by repping their school and practicing English with their students.

I would sign up for a trip like that again.

The trip I regret was my visit to the Missionaries of Charity in Calcutta.


Here we are with the laundry that we hand-washed at one of the Missionaries of Charity houses, because there are no people who know how to wash clothes in India. Oh wait.

I've written about that trip on my old blog, and it remains one of my most-read and most-searched articles. People admire Mother Teresa (me too!).  They want a taste of what it's like to love the destitute like she did, and so they show up untrained and uncommitted and foist themselves on the people living in these houses (me too!), for however long they happen to be in Calcutta. Then they write about what a moving experience it was (me too!).

But in what way were those impoverished Indian women and children any better off for my having come? We couldn't communicate. I wasn't meeting any needs that the local church couldn't have met. I was just there to be part of the "poverty petting zoo," to have an interesting experience and pat my own back at the end.

I remember standing at the laundry line at the charity house talking with foreign volunteers from around the world. (Question: Why did they not just buy a washing machine? Possible Answer: Because it is more advantageous to the organization to give foreign volunteers something to do, so that they keep coming, keep donating, and keep supporting the organization).

Anyway, I was standing next to a Spanish woman who was talking about a beautiful experience she had in the House of the Dying. She was feeding a woman her lunch, and the woman just closed her eyes... and died.

And this Spanish woman was so moved; she had witnessed a soul leave this world. It was a peaceful moment, and she would never forget it.

But, as a speech pathologist trained in swallowing disorders, I couldn't help but wonder -- Was it possible that this untrained volunteer, feeding a very sick woman she'd never met, might have just fed her in such a way that she choked?

I started reading articles on the Missionaries of Charity and saw many criticisms of their methods, including their use of a revolving door of untrained foreign volunteers who really are doing nothing to help, and many times may actually be hurting.

It was my voluntourism in Calcutta that first helped me realize that there's such a thing as a bad short-term mission trip. It was selfish of me have gone.

I know many of my blog readers have supported me in my various trips over the years, and some have been on them! Others of you have gone on your own trips. Almost all of us will be asked to donate to trips like this, and have to choose what criteria we will use when we decide whether or not to give. I am so grateful for people who have supported me in the past, and grateful for enthusiastic, passionate Christians who want to serve others both here and abroad.

These days, I shy away from trips that mostly involve painting, hugging orphans, bringing supplies, or performing skits. I shy away from outreach efforts to places that already have many healthy churches. I try to use my money to support longer-term partnerships, sustainable ministries, and (whenever possible) to forward church-planting efforts in areas that have no church.

If you think about it, a local church ought to be able to do many of the things we now try to do as short-term visitors. They might need support, encouragement, partnership, or funds, but they might not need our presence.

I've love to know what you think. Have you gone on short-term trips? Were they healthy? Were they helpful? Any regrets or recommendations?

This is the third part in a short series on the evolution of my views on mission trips. With two million Americans going on short term missions yearly (according to shorttermmissions.com), it makes sense to evaluate whether these trips are worth the expense, and if their outcomes are generally good or generally bad. My intention here is to highlight the nuances I now see and give us all some questions to think about, not to criticize you, your church, my church, or my own self. 

Part 1. Misguided Missions: Analogy with a Side of Cookies
Part 2. Misguided Missions: The Problem Defined 
Part 3. Misguided Missions: The Culprit is Me (...and You?)
Part 4. Misguided Missions: Toxic Charity and the Case of Cuba
When Helping Hurts: A Misguided Missions Follow-Up

Thursday, January 14, 2016

Misguided Missions: The Problem Defined

What's the problem with short-term mission trips?

Well, I think there's not always a problem. But there are potential problems. Check out the intro to this article from the Gospel Coalition:  Why You Should Consider Cancelling Your Short-Term Mission Trips:
I have seen with my own eyes or know of houses in Latin America that have been painted 20 times by 20 different short-term teams; fake orphanages in Uganda erected to get Westerners to give money ... teams who build houses that never get used; teams that bring the best vacation Bible school material for evangelism when the national church can never bring people back to church unless they have the expensive Western material; teams that lead evangelistic crusades claiming commitments to Christ topping 5,000 every year in the same location with the same people attending.
Holy cow -- talk about unintended consequences. Here you think you're just loving some motherless African babies, and suddenly people are building fake orphanages to get your American dollar.

Please go read the article in its entirety.  It discusses how economics, power, dependency, and motives can all go awry when we set out to do some Christian evangelism and service in a faraway place for a week or two.

Economics. Mission trips bring money. They inadvertently may create a market for the very thing they are trying to eradicate. (For an extreme example, imagine a Western team buying prostitutes out of sex slavery in India. When you deal in human flesh, whatever your motives, you risk creating a market for more human flesh.)  Mission trips may also destroy markets that were doing fine before they got there. The article above describes how clothing donated to Africa hurt the local clothing market.

Power.  Can receiving countries say "no" to American teams coming? Should they? The power differential might make it hard, even if it's burdensome for locals to host (and keep busy) teams of American church-goers who announce that they're coming to serve.

Dependency.  This is the biggest consideration, in my opinion. Dependent relationships are not healthy relationships! In the long run, it may often be better for a local village to figure out how to fund, build, and maintain their own village well than to have a team of American engineers come every year to fix it for them. It may be better for the local church, however poor it is, to figure out how to care for their own orphans. Dependency kills initiative on the part of the dependents, and probably isn't good for the other party either.

Motives.  The article states that the Bahamas receive one short-term missionary for every fifteen residents. This should give us pause. Are we (American church-goers) going where we are most needed, in the ways we are most needed, and staying home if we are not needed? Or do we value our own cool, self-validating experience more than we value the ultimate good to other people?

I don't think all short-term mission trips are bad, and there are ways to address all of the above considerations. The follow-up article over at Gospel Coalition is great: Toward Better Short-Term Missions.

In addition to many helpful principles and suggestions, it ends with this quote:
But the beauty of gospel ministry is that God is not handcuffed by our foolishness. He is still accomplishing his purposes amongst the nations. For any harm we may cause, God is using others to bring great advances for the gospel. So become a thoughtful global Christian. Think critically about cross-cultural engagement. Be convicted if you are harming the church in other cultures. But know that in the end, God is still on his throne, and his work will be accomplished.

This is the second part in a short series on the evolution of my views on mission trips. With two million Americans going on short term missions yearly (according to shorttermmissions.com), it makes sense to evaluate whether these trips are worth the expense, and if their outcomes are generally good or generally bad. My intention here is to highlight the nuances I now see and give us all some questions to think about, not to criticize you, your church, my church, or my own self. 

Part 1. Misguided Missions: Analogy with a Side of Cookies
Part 2. Misguided Missions: The Problem Defined 
Part 3. Misguided Missions: The Culprit is Me (...and You?)
Part 4. Misguided Missions: Toxic Charity and the Case of Cuba
When Helping Hurts: A Misguided Missions Follow-Up

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Misguided Missions: Analogy with a Side of Cookies

This is the first part in a short series on the evolution of my views on mission trips. With two million Americans going on short term missions yearly (according to shorttermmissions.com), it makes sense to evaluate whether these trips are worth the expense, and if their outcomes are generally good or generally bad. My intention here is to highlight the nuances I now see and give us all some questions to think about, not to criticize you, your church, my church, or my own self. 

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You know what the world needs more of?

Chocolate chip cookies, obvs.

I think we can all agree that the world would be a better place if more people had access to chocolate chip cookies.

But let's imagine the almost unimaginable tragedy that would have been my life if I somehow had never sunk my teeth into the steamy, buttery goodness of a freshly baked CCC.

I would have been sad.

I would have been hungry.

I would have had nothing to eat for breakfast.

And then imagine that a team of bakers came to my house to teach me how to bake! It happened like this:

I sat at the island in my kitchen amazed at the skill of the bakers as they whipped together ingredients I had previously only seen in the movies.

It didn't matter that the only words we could understand of each other's languages were "hello" and "bye bye" and my new word, "cookie."

We took pictures together in our aprons and posted them to an adoring world. "How selfless you are to help that poor, cookieless American!" commented people from both of our countries. It was so fun.

Ah, but then the cookie triumph turned into a cookie tragedy.

The foreign friends didn't realize that my oven worked in Farenheit, so they set it to 180 degrees and the cookies didn't bake. Then they had to leave before they could help me clean up the mess, so I had to wash the goo off all the cookie sheets myself. The bakers had given me the recipe, but the English translation was poor and I knew I'd never be able to make cookies without help.

I hoped that the team would come again the next summer and bake me a successful batch of cookies, but when the next summer came, it was a whole new group of foreigners that came traipsing through my kitchen. Would you believe that they tried to set the oven to 180 degrees again? Just like the last group.

The third summer, there was no cookie team. The local church that had hosted them each year  couldn't find four host families, so there was nowhere for the team to stay while they spread the love of chocolate chip cookies throughout suburban America. It probably wouldn't have worked out anyway; the foreign baking organization that sent the teams ran out of funds. Apparently $8000 is a big price tag to send volunteer bakers to help the dessert-less.

So we were forced to resort to Plan B. My local church had an oven, and chocolate chip cookie recipes in English. We even had some skilled bakers! For fifty dollars, we purchased enough supplies for several batches. They had a training class and taught me how to make cookies myself, and now I can make them whenever I want and share them with my friends, too.

And I do. Oh, I do.

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Let's continue the conversation!  Find the whole series here:

Part 1. Misguided Missions: Analogy with a Side of Cookies
Part 2. Misguided Missions: The Problem Defined 
Part 3. Misguided Missions: The Culprit is Me (...and You?)
Part 4. Misguided Missions: Toxic Charity and the Case of Cuba
When Helping Hurts: A Misguided Missions Follow-Up
 

Saturday, December 26, 2015

My Wonderful White Christmas, in Photos and Scripture

"The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it."
(John 1:5)



"Be still and know that I am God.  I will be exalted in the nations.  I will be exalted in the earth." 
(Psalm 46:10)









 

"Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times and in every way. The Lord be with all of you." 
(2 Thessalonians 3:16)






"You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands." 
(Isaiah 55:12)



Merry Christmas, friends.  I hope yours was filled with peace, love, and joy.
(And snow!)

Sunday, December 20, 2015

On Being People Who Will Give an Account

These days, I'm all riled up. 

The American political process, the church's reaction to terrorism and immigration, the plight of Middle Eastern refugees... These things fill me with Opinions.  And when I have Opinions, I want you all to listen to them, doggone it!  And agree with them!  And then act on them!

I've written half a dozen blog posts in my head.

There's the Fiery Orator Post: 
"Are we Christians, or are we cowards?!"

There's the Logical Fallacies Post:
"And so we can see by looking at these two premises that they do not naturally lead to the stated conclusion.  What's more, Premise #2 is a false premise, rendering the conclusion invalid.  By applying the rules of logic, we can see that Mr. So-and-So's argument about the benefits of keeping refugees OUT of America does not hold up."

There's the Lincoln Versus Trump Post:
Donald Trump:  "Donald J. Trump is calling for a total and complete shutdown of Muslims entering the United States."   And,
"When Mexico sends its people, they’re not sending the best. They’re sending people that have lots of problems and they’re bringing those problems. They’re bringing drugs, they’re bringing crime. They’re rapists and some, I assume, are good people, but I speak to border guards and they’re telling us what we’re getting."
Abraham Lincoln: "With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation's wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and his orphan, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations."

Anyway, you get the idea.  I've got Opinions.  And as much as I want to persuade you to adopt my views on politics, immigration, compassion, and the church, I don't think I'm up to the task.  So instead I'll tell a short story.
  
A few weeks ago, I was sitting in O'Hare airport waiting on a delayed flight.  Another waiting passenger, an Irish guy in his early 20s, struck up a conversation about the Bible I was reading.

Soon we were discussing questions such as these:
What's the difference between being religious and being spiritual?
Does the Bible have any relevance for modern life?
What's the point of following all these ancient rules?
As the conversation went on, it became apparent that he believed that the good life is found in enjoying time with friends, being grateful for one's family, and having fun.  And I believed the good life is found in Jesus.

He kept asking me if I didn't feel like I was missing out on life by spending time at church, forgoing the party scene, and trying to follow the Bible.  He asked if anything in the world would change if I stopped doing everything I now do, and just went and had a little fun.

I said, "You're asking if what I have is worth it, or if there's something better."

He said, "Yes, exactly."

I said, "That's a great question.  And I'm asking you the same thing."

We parted ways shortly after, both believing we had found the good life and the other person was missing it.

But man, what good questions.  Is the life you're living worth it, or is there something better?  If you disappeared right now, would anything change?  Would the world be a darker place without your light?

I'm reminded of Romans 14:12:
So then, each one of us will give an account of himself to God.

How I live, what I say, how I vote, how I serve... These things matter.  Someday, you and I will both stand before God and have to account for what we did and didn't do.  (Sobering thought.)

You don't have to agree with me on any of my Opinions, because you don't answer to me.  You also don't answer to a political candidate or a political party.  You don't answer to hate.  You don't answer to fear.  You don't get to say, "I chose not to love my neighbor, because I was afraid."

You answer to God, so choose your path in accordance with what you know about His character, His calling, His commands, and His promises.  If you don't know Him, get to know Him.

Romans 14:12 comes in the middle of a passage that talks about the freedom that Christians have.  We are free to follow our own consciences and convictions in matters that are not directly addressed in God's word.  Because of this, I fully expect that there will be many Christians who disagree with me on all my Opinions, and that's okay!  There is freedom in Christ.

I am not trying to imply by this post that your freedom of conscience should lead you to act and think just as I do.  I sure that I'm wrong in many of my beliefs and actions.  My point is that we are far too prone to base our beliefs and actions on considerations other than God.

So in all things, let's be people who remember that we will stand before God and give an account for our actions.  With that in mind, let's try to err on the side of love.

Friday, December 4, 2015

Your Annual Holiday Letter: A Tutorial for Singles

First of all, thank you for making my Singles' Holiday Guide one of my most-read posts.  It is indeed a comfort that our collective holiday happiness is such an important topic for you, perhaps even more important than all of the Issues On Which I Have Opinions or my collection of Truly Mediocre Poetry.

It has come to my attention that I neglected to give any advice on a very important topic: The Annual Holiday Letter.  A brief review of my own files shows that I started sending out Christmas cards in 2008 and continued until... let's see... 2008.  Based on this experience, I've put together the following tutorial for singles to craft the perfect Christmas letter.

The Annual Holiday Letter includes three essential components:
  1.  Photos
  2.  Dependents
  3.  Accomplishments and Adventures
Let's start with photos.  Holiday letters need to have a certain joie de vivre (French for "joy of vivre"), so your photos should connote happiness and enthusiasm.

WRONG:



RIGHT:


See how much happier that looks?  Another benefit of choice #2 is that it effectively communicates both "single" and "ready to mingle."  Here are some other outfits I considered for my Christmas card photo:

It's bold. I love it. (But not as much as I love myself.)

Indeed, this is not subtle.

A cat muumuu.  The proper attire for all single ladies of a certain age.


Speaking of cats, let's move on to the next part of your letter: dependents.   You may have noticed that most holiday letters focus as little as possible on the writer.  They say things like,  "This year was an exciting year for the Ribalski family!  In January I won the Nobel Prize for Literature, but enough about me.  Quentin continues to be the line leader every other Thursday at his preschool and has only led the line down the wrong hallway twice!"  This should, of course, be followed by a photo of Quentin in his line leader hat.

So you're going to need a child, or at least a pet, to feature in your Christmas letter.  I am going to use as my featured dependent a stuffed cat that was given to me a couple years ago by a friend who knew how much I like cats (and how much my housemates don't).


I've never named this little guy, but for the purpose of this letter, let's call him "Geoff." Geoff isn't a line leader, but he's done a pretty good job holding down those books for the last year and a half.

Once you have both a photo and a dependent to feature, it's time to get to the "meat" of your letter.  Here you will describe the accomplishments and adventures of the last year.  Remember to make them upbeat!

WRONG:  "I tried baking an apple pie last week, but the inside didn't turn out.  So I made another one, but then the outside didn't turn out."

RIGHT:  "This year I baked infinitely more apple pies than last year, each one just as good as the last."

Perhaps you are one of those intrepid singles who has bought a house (bless you).  You can describe your many accomplishments as a solo homeowner, such as the time you installed a dimmer switch by yourself, or that time you mowed the lawn.  My own major accomplishment of 2015 was taking my lunch to work instead of buying it every day.

As a single person, you may find the "dependents" and "accomplishments" section of your letter a bit difficult, but never fear.  You have something married parents of young children can only dream of: You have adventures.  Talk about your travels!  If you haven't had any, make some up; your friends will never know.

Here I'll include some helpful travel photo templates for your letter.  Just insert a picture of your face, and the "adventures and accomplishments" section of your letter will be complete.

"My Trip To New York"

"Hosting Saturday Night Live"

"Jamming with friends in the UK"

As you can see, once you know the three essential components to the perfect Annual Holiday Letter, it basically writes itself.  Hope you had a wonderful 2015, and I can't wait to hear about it!

Saturday, September 19, 2015

[In the Style of a Pirate] Good News

Ahoy!  This here be International Talk Like a Pirate Day.  Ye lads and lasses know I take a likin to all things International.  And on this great, grand holiday I be thinkin how I could reach me fellow pirates with the good news from the good Booke.  Aye, the Booke you be findin in yarr churches.

"Matey," I'd say.  "Did ye ever do a thing that warn't right?  Aye, I know ye did.  We be scallawags from the bow to the stern, from the hold to the jib.  There be that time we came across Tall Bob Diamond's ship and stormed it, loaded to the gunwales with grog, but fightin like we meant it all the same.  And we sent those lily livered land lubbers marchin off the end o' the plank.

"Then there was the wench we met ashore.  I stole her purse for a piece of eight and paid no mind to the little lassie cryin at her side.  You were there!

"But then I read in yon good Booke that all of us be scallawags, not one of us worth the gold doubloons we pillaged from Scarface Sal.  It be thar in Romans 3:23.

"And then I be readin in Romans 6:23 that every scallawag goes straight down to Davy Jones' Locker.  Matey, I read that and my timbers shivered like they had never shivered before, for I was the scurviest scallawag on ship and bound for the cat o'nine tails or worse.

"Then a tale of one Captain Saul of Tarsus reached me ears -- the bloodiest pirate on the high seas suddenly turned clean and set to writin letters about the Good Lord.  And right thar in Romans 6:23 I read about Dread Jesus of Nazarreth, the hearty who walked the plank in his place.

"Avast!  Did ye hear that, matey?  Dread Jesus walked the plank straight down to Davy Jones' Locker and Captain Saul walked free.

"And he did it for me.

"And He'll do it for you.

"Drop to your knees, you landlubber, and by the blood of the Nazarrene you'll be walkin free.

"Arrr!"


And that's how I'd share the gospel with a pirate. :)

Friday, August 21, 2015

Stones of Remembrance: The Post-College-Ish Years

This is the last in my series about my "Stones of Remembrance," the times that God has shown his faithfulness in big ways in my life.   (You can start with these: Part 1 Part 2)  Today I'm wrapping up the series.

Stone 9:  New Perspectives

After undergrad, some friends and I moved into the University Apartments, where we planned to live intentionally among the many international grad students in our complex.  My roommates and I joined a church plant together.  I started my master's in speech therapy.

Those three years were some of the richest in my life, filled with friends, laughter, and fun.  We celebrated Thanksgivings with friends from all over the world, our furniture sitting out on the grass because we had to move it out of our apartment to accommodate five tables of family-style dining.

I thought that if I made friends with people, God would somehow eventually wiggle His way into those friendships.  Actually, though, in spite of the richness of my friendships at that time, there were many people I was close to that I never actually shared God's story with.  (I am still guilty of this, frequently.  But I honestly believe that his is the most important story out there!)

A very practical way that God worked was by providing me an opportunity to take a class called Perspectives, which gave me a better foundation for what international ministry can look like, including the very practical advice to verbally share the gospel, rather than hoping that friendliness will independently lead people to the Lord.  That class also solidified my plan to go to China, rather than just "abroad," because I learned in that class about the geographic locations that have the least exposure to Jesus.

Stone 10:  God's provision: $$$

I didn't like having to raise my own support to teach in China.  Who wants to ask people for money?  But the God provided for my needs for three years through the generosity of friends, family, and churches.  Many of you are reading this here.  Thank you!  My experience with support-raising showed me that God was faithful even in a task that I did NOT want to do.

Stone 11:  China's Christian Millions

The above title is the name of a book, China's Christian Millions, that describes the growth of the church in China in the last several decades.  Briefly, with the establishment of the Communist government in 1949, foreign missionaries were expelled from the country, and China's tiny, fragile Christian population was left to fend for itself.  Watchers of China were shocked when China opened up in the seventies and eighties, as they found that the church had not only survived, but increased!  The rural house church movement grew in spite of significant persecution, especially in the early decades of the Party's governance.

Living for three years in China, I got to see this amazing phenomenon with my own eyes.

I saw it in my first month in China, attending a large registered church in the University district of Beijing, packed full of college students and young professionals lifting their voices in worship songs that I sing too.

I saw it in a conversation with a young Christian woman who believed that the Lord was sending her to the Middle East to share the Father's story with Muslims living there.  She told me, "China has so many people because God wants to use China."  I got goosebumps; I believed her.

I saw it in one of my local friends who was boldly sharing hope with others in her workplace, counseling them through depression and health problems, even as her own job situation was made more complicated by her faith.

I saw it last summer, when I visited China with my American friend, and we sat across the table from two college students who invited us into their morning quiet time.  We all silently read a chapter of John and then each shared an insight.  We prayed together, literally, with all four of our voices lifted at the same time.  They sang a hymn in Chinese.  My friend and I sang "Great is thy Faithfulness."  And then we sang a song together that all of us knew, before getting up from the table to go about our day.  (That hour still comes to mind frequently when I think about all the programming and hierarchy that we try to add to our American Bible studies, and wonder if it muddles the joy of just reading, singing, praying, and learning together.)

The privilege of worshiping God in China, where the unlikeliest of Christian movements has brought millions to salvation, reminded me that God is bigger than we give him credit for; that his arm is not too short to work, and that he is able to do "far above all we can ask or think" (Ephesians 3:20).

Stone 12:  Moving Here

There were several things I prayed for when it was time to move back to America: a job in a city that had an international population and where I knew at least one person (and preferably in Iowa because Iowa is bomb), a household of Christian women to live with, and a church to join.

God provided all of these.  I know he doesn't always give us what we ask for.  But in that case, he did!  :)  He has led me through many transitions in the last ten years, and in each place he has provided what I need.


Well, the mosquitoes have just started nibbling on my face (I'm sitting on the front porch - where else?), so it's time to wrap this up.  Thanks so much for reading here.  What are YOUR stones of remembrance?