What You’ve Missed Part 5: Devotionals

Hello beloved!

In What You’ve Missed Part 3, I mentioned very briefly the fact that we do devotionals in class on a regular basis. Most times, the devotionals are done by the pastors and other staff of the school, but sometimes they will pick on a student (or students) to share something with class. A few weeks ago, I was that trusted student. So, I’ve decided to share with you what I shared with my morning class, rewritten from the outline I wrote (the night before I had to present it).2016-03-18

Me (looking photogenic, as usual) and my translator, Saulo (translating, as usual). Many thanks to him!


Like many of you, the calling I received to come here meant leaving home. And though my friends and family and I would discuss “Miko in Mexico” with light-hearted words of fun and excitement, I knew that part of that was to cover up the reality of – “okay, what am I doing?” Because though I hid it all behind a veil of smiles and nods and “yeah, I’m pretty nervous, but I’ll be okay,” I couldn’t change the fact that the deeper I dug and the harder I looked, there was fear. Because unlike the rest of you (except Jonah, obviously), I had to not only leave home, but I had to travel 1,726 miles (2,778 kilometers) to leave behind an entire culture and way of life. The culture and language that I had spent over 18 years being wholly dependent on – to express myself and my thoughts and feelings, to shape my future and make sense of my past, to understand who I am and to convey that to others – all of it would carry a significantly lesser meaning once I crossed the border that separates my land from yours. If any of you took the time to visit my website (thank you, if you did!), you may remember a post I wrote on feeling alone and out of place.

Please, don’t get me wrong – I love Mexico! I love you guys! This miniature “woe is me” rant was all to say: this is what it is to be saved, to be Christian. Well, it’s one part of the incredibly magnificent whole, at least.

My analogy will be drawn from what Pastor Alex taught Tuesday evening, where I was reminded that I am not merely a “fixed,” or a “remastered” creation. I am new. Here’s the picture that was painted for me: when you visit a country in which you intend to spend an extended length of time, what is the most critical thing you must do? Hint – it isn’t to learn their language or to adopt their culture as fast as you can.

The first, most critical thing you must do is to take your 18, 20, or 30+ years of your primary, ingrained culture and way of life… and throw it away. En serio. Throw it away, burn it, scrub it out of your skin and your clothes and don’t look back. Take the phrase “uncultured swine” to new heights and leave yourself with nothing to cling onto but what’s in front of you. Because honestly, there’s no way you can realistically rid yourself completely of the culture you were given as a child and carried into your adult years. I mean, you still need to talk. But the point is, if you set that goal for yourself, you’ll find it easier to learn the foreign language and culture.

When we become Christians, regardless of how young or old we were, the term we use to describe ourselves is “born again.” Why? Because we are new creatures. Why? The quick answer – the Bible says so, and if you’re here, you most likely are under the belief that the Bible is the Word of God, so in other words, God says so. And I can’t recall a situation in which God said something and His Word returned void. So when God says we are new, it doesn’t mean we will be new; it doesn’t mean we might become new, or that novelty is reserved only for a chosen few. We are new – it’s part of who we are. It’s something of a promise.

So the parallel is this – when we become Christians, we are called to live differently. And because He says we are new, we should have no trouble doing just that. We become “uncultured,” in the sense that we have completely abandoned our carnal way of living in exchange for a life guided solely by the Spirit. We become “little Christs,” or “Christians.” In other words, we cannot keep referencing our old way of life. We no longer live in our flesh, but we live in the Spirit – the rules that applied to our former state have no place in our new, and vice versa. Because though His death and resurrection happened over 2,000 years ago, Christ took our old, carnal, and destructive lives and threw them away, burned them, scrubbed them out of our skin and our clothes and told us not to look back. Again, it’s a bit of an exaggeration. We can’t fully let go of our pasts, but we can rid ourselves of the dependence we have on them.

This doesn’t just apply to those of us with “shady” or troubled pasts, either. You don’t have to have been a drug dealer/user, a sex addict, victim of abuse, or a thief to have a powerful claim of liberation from your past. Because the truth is, we have all been liberated from the same things. Not only in the sense that “I had a good childhood, so I was never raised into a life of crime as a result of being from a broken home, so in a way I have been saved from that.” While this way of thinking is true and does what a testimony should do (give glory to God), it isn’t the only way of looking at it. Think about the promises in the Bible. They are things God has spoken over us. He tells us that we are now conquerors, co-heirs, alive, forgiven, and free in Christ Jesus. But why are these things written in the Bible? Why does God even say this?

Because we are not any of these things by nature. On the contrary, because of the Fall, we are the complete opposite. Regardless of who we are or where we come from, we are born defeated. We are born lowly orphans. We are born dead, even. We are born indebted with the weight of our own wrong-doings, and perhaps most tragically, we are born in bondage. But when the work of the cross was finished and Christ defeated death, God spoke, and He calls us free. Worthy, righteous, loved, His. And He calls us new.

Christ paid a hefty price for these titles. And I know these words are all painfully worn out. I know we are all probably struggling with things and we have all heard people tell us – “put it all in God’s hands,” and “remember, our battles have all been won on the cross.” But it’s true. Please, focus on God’s promises, on His words. We are not our struggles. In fact, we aren’t even the struggles we have overcome. By all means, look back at what God has brought you through and use it as a reminder of His goodness and grace and mercy. Glorify Him. But don’t stay there. Move on. Remember that we are nothing more than what He says we are and what He’s called us to be. If you feel overwhelmed by circumstance – you’re an overcomer. It applies in every situation. God doesn’t deal with things as they arise. He’s already dealt with our struggles fully. And we may go through life feeling like we are doing everything wrong at every turn. But it’s important to note that it isn’t our job to do everything right – we’ve already failed at this, honestly. All this self-imposed responsibility is going to do is draw us away from Him. Our job is to live for Christ alone, and in turn He supplies us with the strength we need to live His purpose. Speak out and declare His words over your life and you will live them out.


There you have it. Thank you all for your support and love! Don’t forget to ask me questions! Until next time – Dios los bendiga!

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What You’ve Missed Part 4: The Very Thing I Hate (Part One)

Hello, beloved!

I was going to post a general update, thinking I was done telling you what you had missed – in a nutshell, of course. But that was when I realised that I hadn’t really told you everything. I was telling you guys what I thought you wanted to hear, and while I’m sure you were glad to hear from me and hear about what I was doing, I totally disregarded the possibility that you would like to hear about what God’s been doing in me.

This post is going to be very transparent about what I’m dealing with. I just ask that you continue to pray for me and continue to show your support – I have been very, very grateful for it. Thank you.

I told you in my first “What You’ve Missed” post that I have had to deal with a lot of issues, and I suppose the best place to let you in is at the beginning. There are things I struggled with back at home that I subconsciously must have thought wouldn’t follow me here to Mexico, and for some issues, that has proved true. Surprisingly for some things, even. But then, there are things that I didn’t realise I packed and brought with me. Heavy things. Unnecessary things. Unhealthy, and maybe even dangerous things. Things I told myself I didn’t want anymore. But I brought them anyways.

Which begs the question: do I want to give these things up?

Of course, when I’m feeling strong spiritually, the answer is always “yes.” But there are also times when I’m feeling not-so-strong spiritually, and it’s in these times where the answer can change. Sometimes, the answer is “yes, but…” and other times it’s a flat out, stubborn “no.” Sometimes, it’s something else entirely. I feel ashamed. Why can’t I do the things I want to do? Why do I do everything I don’t want to do – the things I hate? I know I’m not the only one. Even Paul talked about this sort of thing in Romans 7:15, 19 (For I do not understand my own actions. For I do not do what I want, but I do the very thing I hate… For I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I keep on doing).

I recognise this is a result of many things – it is not solely an attack sent by the Devil in my weakness. I knew before I came down here that I would have to endure refinement and pruning and all the pain that would come with it. In fact, I think that is mostly what it is. I first realised it when I was in my second or third week of school – I was attending the mandatory Wednesday night service when we, as a congregation, were asked to pray for one another. Fortunately, I had been sitting with a classmate who knew English, so I was able to let him know what I needed prayer for (and vice versa). I felt unmistakably led to address the things I harboured towards my father. Cue dramatic sigh.

For those of you who do not know, I do not have much of a relationship with my biological father, and what little I do have is pretty negative. So, of course I knew I would have to deal with it down here if I wanted to experience growth and have a testimony that would glorify the Lord and help others struggling with the same thing. But as I said in the aforementioned post, I filed this under things I didn’t think I would have to deal with till later. I was not happy, if I’m honest. I knew what was going to happen, and I didn’t want to have that responsibility laid on me. I didn’t want to let go of the hurt that was both directly and indirectly inflicted on me by this man who had never been a father to me, but it was under the guise of wanting worldly justice. By the world’s standards, I have a pretty legitimate reason for not forgiving him. I know because I have been told how right I am in my actions (or rather, my inaction). Why should I forgive him? Why let him off the hook? It isn’t fair.

But I ignored the world’s advice, and most of all, I ignored my flesh, and in that split second, I made the decision to tell my classmate about the poison I had been sipping on for 18 years. He looked at me for a few long seconds (though it felt like years) before he pulled out his phone. As he did this, he began reminding me of why it is important to forgive, and then he told me through a faint smile about a word he received and typed into his phone that morning. I read this message: Obedience to your father is not in punishment, but in love. After my initial shock, I realised something – as if I wasn’t convicted enough, the words were typed in English… by someone whose native tongue was Spanish. In that moment, while all I could think of was “seriously?“, my classmate went on to say how he thinks that word was for me, because he wrote it in English. I assumed that was a confirmation.

The next day, during our morning session which taught how to deal with conflict in the ministry, the lesson was about forgiveness. And the teacher was recounting a few stories of forgiving his father, and also of forgiving the man who had abused him as a child (both of those things are things I relate to, so I felt personally victimised* during the lesson). He ended by giving the class the task of writing a letter of forgiveness to whomever we needed to forgive. With the intention of actually following through and giving that person that letter. It was another one of my “seriously?” moments. And as much as I wish I had been able to do it, I never got around to finishing that letter, and therefore, haven’t been able to send it to my father. I do believe that before that Wednesday night service, I wasn’t ready to forgive him. I think that I am ready now – I want to forgive him. For his sake. For mine. For the sake of my future family.

But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I couldn’t bring myself to write a letter that was truthful and saturated in candidness without the words themselves being laced with bitterness. I needed the letter to echo the truth I felt: you don’t deserve this. In other words, I knew what I wanted, and I knew what would be pleasing to God, but I did the opposite. I put aside what I wanted, and did the very thing I hate. I held on to my pain while trying to hold on to God. I didn’t want him to read it and think he had a chance at a relationship with me, because I don’t want to lie to him. The fact is this – he still leads a destructive lifestyle, and each time I have given him another chance, I’ve regretted it. But the truth is, I have to give it to God. He knows what I need to do. I know that regardless of what happens, He will be glorified. However, I still would appreciate prayer for this – whatever God puts on your heart. I have to write and send him that letter, but I still don’t know how. So if you could pray for wisdom and guidance in that area, that would be incredibly helpful. Strength, peace, humility… all of these are things I’ll need.


 

I miss you all back home and I was super thrilled to see the CITW team last week! It was nice to see some familiar faces and to speak in English guilt-free. I hope you guys had fun during and between all your hard work with the church buildings, and I hope you enjoyed Mexico as much as I have been!

My last post I was asked if I have been learning Spanish in class or through the people. Both, but I have been learning in class by trying my hardest to listen to the original Spanish as well as the English translation. As for the request of photos/videos of my life in La Casita, those will come soon – I am very forgetful. I am not used to people wanting to know what I do in my everyday life, but I will overcome that for the sake of the wonderful blessings I refer to as my followers.

*Not really “victimised,” but you get what I mean.

What You’ve Missed Part 3: My Weekly Schedule

Hello! So it seems easier for me to post every two days or so. I hope you guys don’t mind too much. In between being sick with something new every other day (I now have pink eye, or, “conjunctivitis,” since down here, “ojo rosa” isn’t a thing, and a sore throat – unsure if it’s anything serious) and a crazy schedule, I’m finding it difficult to keep you all updated, unfortunately.

Speaking of a crazy schedule, here’s what has been taking up a majority of my time down here:

They start the calendar week on Lunes (Monday), so I’ll start there, too. This is our “down” day. They encourage us to rest and have fun and do whatever it is we want to do. Because it’s literally our only day off, I try to sleep in, usually until eight, maybe nine o’clock. Then, I take time for prayer (usually around an hour) before I make myself some breakfast (usually some pancakes, because I love pancakes). Every two weeks, we go shopping for food, and my roommates are some pretty proactive women, so we go relatively early in the day – so far, it’s been around eight or nine (so I don’t get to sleep in as much as I would like too, but I rest easy knowing we have food for the next two weeks). When we get home, we put the food away and start our chores. The assigned chores are rotated weekly and Monday is the switch-off day in our house. There are four different chores, each with their own set of tasks, and when you are assigned to a chore, those tasks are expected to be fulfilled every day. So basically, we are tasked with keeping a clean home. I also use my day off to catch up on my assignments and go over the notes and recordings I take during class. This day is also used by some of the students to get together outside of church and school every once and a while. It’s nice, because this is the day we evangelise downtown (this week, nine people gave their lives to Christ, as well as a group of kids we ran into at Parque del Madre).

Tuesday is the beginning of the school week. I’m the first to wake up so I can turn on the water heater, which keeps us from having to take cold showers. Every Tuesday, we are required to attend the prayer that is held at the main church. This starts at 8:30 am until nine, and then the Vanguard students make their way next door to the Vanguard building, which also doubles as the kid’s church during La Fuente’s services. The morning class is held from 9 am to 12 pm, sometimes ending a little earlier, other times a little later. Then, we have a break till 4 pm. During this time, we study at the “library” (which is just another Vanguard house similar to the one I’m staying in, only occupied by the guys), cook and eat, and get ready for the evening class. Also – siestasThey aren’t a myth. Of all the things I’ve decided to bring back home with me, it’s the concept of siestas that looks to be the most important. It must work down here – they get a lot done, and everyone seems a lot happier and willing to do more than we do in the States. Is there a correlation? I think so. After my siesta, I get ready for my 4 o’clock class at Vanguard. I have yet to attend a class I don’t enjoy – despite the language barrier and the fact that I haven’t been able to catch everything even with a translator, I still have been able to gain plenty from the different teachings and devotionals, something I’m extremely grateful for. When class ends, we go to the church for A18 – one of the two weekly youth groups of La Fuente that Vanguard students are required to attend (we have to go to at least one, and this is the one I’ve chosen). They do worship, a short message, and then some food. Part of me wants to refer to it as a “mini-Redefined,” but I don’t for my own sake.

We don’t have to be at school till 9:00 am on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, which is nice, cause I can sleep in a little. Every school day is basically the same: morning class from 9 to 12, break from 12 to 4 pm, evening class from 4 to 6:30/7. It’s what we do after class that distinguishes each day. On Wednesdays, La Fuente holds an evening service at 7 pm (so we get out of class at 6 on this day). There’s nothing on Thursdays, but a small group (including myself) has been trying to go running or attend a Crossfit class throughout the week, and Thursday is the easiest day for us to go out after school. Fridays is another youth group, called “Anormal” (Abnormal), but it’s much more populated and is louder than A18, so I usually choose to opt out of this gathering.

Saturday is a mission day, meaning we go to our assigned churches (mine is in a town called Puga) to get ready for service the next day by cleaning, inviting people to the services and evangelising, and otherwise getting everything set up. There’s no real set time for how long we stay, but it usually doesn’t last too long (though I have heard of people staying till 5 pm, which is a long time if you consider we usually head out by 7 am). Because of my less than ideal health, I honestly haven’t been able to make it to these since I was reassigned to Puga (I used to be assigned to Compostela, but was moved so I could help relieve Puga’s pastor, Toño, of his duties on the worship team), but I fully plan on going next week. This is also the day I clean my room and touch up around the house to avoid having to deal with a bigger mess on Monday. I also use this day to practice for worship on Sunday. I’m not singing just yet, but that’s mostly because I’ve been sick. So stay tuned for news on that.

Sundays… oh Sundays. My team is scheduled to leave for Puga at 7:15 am (closer to 7:25 – 7:30, though, ’cause Mexico). We stuff a bunch of people and things in a sheltered truck bed and pick a few people up on the way to the church. We usually arrive at around 8:30, giving us an hour to really get everything done – mostly cleaning, because it’s pretty dusty in this part of Mexico, so things get dirty easily. It’s a fairly new building pastored by a younger couple, who are both really amazing (side note: if you guys can pray for them and the church, that would be awesome – provision, attendance, and anything thing else God puts on your hearts would be greatly appreciated). After the message, we stay to converse with the people, or in my case, to stand around awkwardly and say “hola” and “Dios te bendiga” and “gracias.” Baby steps. Then we head back to the main church, where we are given the option to go home and rest before having to attend the last two services. So I go home and try to rest and eat before going back to the church at 4 pm for the 5 o’clock service (Vanguard students have to be there an hour before service starts). Because there are now two services at night, we stay until the end of the 7 o’clock service, which means we don’t get to leave until nearly 9 pm. Which is totally fine with me; I usually stay and try my hand at socialisation with people who know at least a little bit of English, and sometimes I can go out for dinner, or I just hang out. Either way, I go home happy, knowing I can probably sleep in the next day.

 


 

 

I answered both the questions I received from my last post in this one. Again, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask! I love you all and of course, would like to thank you so much for your love, support, and prayers. Until next time, Dios te bendiga!