Faith
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Leaving without a Destination–or How I am Becoming a Risk Taker
Play it safe. Have a plan. Know what’s next. Stick to it.
Those have been my life mantras. I have always known what I am doing next. I have never quit a job without having another one. I have never left without knowing exactly where I was going and what I was going to be doing. I research, plan, and write down every detail about everything I do. I have just never been one for taking risks, for just showing up, or for enjoying the ride. I am always looking forward to what is next.
That is all about to change. In 4 days I am leaving Saipan with no destination. No plan. For once in my life I threw caution to the wind and said, “ah..I will figure it out later!” And you know something, its so exciting. Its not stressful (most of the time) and the planner in me is learning to take a break and chill out. The side of me that liked to play it safe is learning that there is excitement in not playing it safe. And you know the best part-I have become really bold in my new decision to leave without a destination. I have started to acknowledge the fact that I have a good bit of experience and I am a hard worker and quick learner and pretty passionate about a lot of issues that would make me an awesome candidate for some of these jobs that I would have previously never even given a second glance. I am starting to develop a confidence in the person God created me to be. Not that I can do it on my own, but that with Him it is all possible.
See, I have always struggled with self-esteem. I can always find you someone who is prettier, smarter, or more qualified for the job. And the reality is, that is true. We live in a world of 6 billion people. There is always going to be someone prettier, smarter, or more qualified. But I just made a decision. I decided that I was going to stop worrying about those people and live my life. I have fallen in love with adventure and living life loud. I have developed a huge passion for social justice. I LOVE the idea that we can make this world a better place. I will never give up on that. And because of that, I decided it was time I got off my butt and started doing my part. Because what if no one else does? Thus,
How to Become a Risk Taker 101
First, Pursue your dreams. For me that has meant that I have started applying to my dream jobs. Dream job #1: TOMS Shoes. I have traveled the world in their shoes and love what they stand for as a company. Plus, living in California wouldn’t be all bad either. I hear the weather is nice:) Dream job #2: Polaris Project Internship. Applying there when I get home. No one is going to give me a chance if I don’t apply and I know if someone would just give me a chance, I could wow them. In addition, I have started looking like crazy for ways to volunteer and get involved with the abolition of human trafficking. This is a huge burden on my heart and something I want to pursue with everything I am. We need modern day Harriet Tubmans-why can’t I fill those shoes?
Second, Set high goals. I set a huge goal for my Tread of Trafficking team. And while I am pretty sure it was too big a goal, it was for me a matter of getting out of that box. I never want to settle for the easy road. I want to be constantly pushing and challenging myself to think bigger! And when you are finished reading, go check out my team. $10 adds up quickly! I re-did my blog to hopefully get my voice out to more people, and whether that happens or not, I am going to keep writing because I LOVE to write. And when you love something, you have to do it whether anyone else pays attention or not!
Lastly, Enjoy the moment. I am learning to enjoy each and every minute. I am cherishing every second I have left in Saipan. I am spending as much time as I can at the beach and hanging with my friends. I am so excited to be home, but I am learning that I miss too many moments by focusing on what is next. I am taking advantage of every opportunity to take risks, gain experiences and adventures, and make new friends. I mean, I spent New Year’s at a concert in Bali..how awesome is that?!? And as I head home, I am going to live it up every single day and not worry so much about what is going to happen next. I can bet you that even if I knew, I wouldn’t believe it anyways.
What about you? What are some ways you have found to move from playing it safe to taking risks?
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I May Get Ex-Communicated
And while I hope that I do not, I have to write this. I have to say this because I spent a week ashamed at some of the things people do in the name of Christ. I have to write this because we live in a world where slavery will, more than likely, be the biggest global crime industry by the end of the year, and thus, we no longer have the time to worry about offending other people.
I recently heard a story of a young prostitute who escaped from her “life” in the industry and attempted to find help at four churches. Each church turned her away because of the way she was dressed. No one bothered to ask her about her story or offer her some more clothing, they just turned her away.
As I sat in my seat and listened, I was so angry I thought I was going to explode. Once the anger subsided, I was heartbroken. We are the Church. The Body of Christ. Called to be His hands and feet. And we have forgotten. We have forgotten that we are called to love, not judge. We are called to care and provide hope and healing. The same day I heard this story, I also had a conversation with a pastor who is running safe houses all across Southeast Asia that minister to girls rescued from trafficking. Do you know what he said was the answer to the abolition of the growing human trafficking industry?
The church.
And with my whole heart I want to believe him. We have the answer. We have resources. We have more then we could ever need or use. We are called and commanded to be the answer. And yet, I look around me and I see a church that has turned a blind eye and plugged its ears to the cries of the innocent. I see a church that is not only standing still in its fight, it is, sadly, sometimes involved in the very act of trafficking itself. I see a church way too involved in politics and business and worldly affairs; so involved it has forgotten that it was called and commanded to “love the least of these.”
Why? Why are we ignoring the facts? Why are we failing to encourage our members to become abolitionists, to fight for freedom, to educate against and eradicate an awful industry? Why have we forgotten our calling to care for those around us? We could do it. I strongly believe that. But I am afraid by the time the church believes that, it will be too late.
However, for today, I simply want to challenge your thinking about one word. Just one tiny word.
Prostitute
What immediately comes to your mind when you think of that word? I was curious so I asked some Christian friends of mine the following question.
In one to two sentences, tell me what you think of when you hear the word prostitute?
And here are the responses..
A broken human trying to get by and maybe even searching for love or worth, but like most of us, she’s looking in all the wrong places.
When I hear the word prostitute, I usually think of a drug addict that needs a fix, but that is just my experience with prostitutes.
I think of someone who has never been truly loved or affirmed or valued, and more likely, has been devalued (physically, mentally, emotionally, and more…) to a degree that most of us can’t even begin to grasp; someone, who has lost all hope, and out of desperation, seeks some sort of control of her life.
When I hear the word ‘prostitute’ I think of more than just someone having sex for money. I think of all of us (especially in the west) who whore ourselves out for money, sex, fame and power.
A prostitute is someone who sells him or herself for sexual pleasure of another person for money or other means of income. Most of them do not want to be doing what they are doing but something either through addictions or trafficking have forced prostitution to be their only choice.
When I hear the word prostitute, I think of a woman who is so lost that she feels her only option to survive is selling herself. I also think of a child in other countries who has been forced into prostition. It’s one big heartbreaking word.
When I hear the word prostitute I think of a slut with several STDs.
A victim.
A whore.
I can tell you with almost absolute certainty that no one, and I mean NO ONE, wakes up and has as their dream to sell their body for sex. No little girl rightly dreams of letting men use her for sex numerous times everyday. No one wakes up and thinks, “I want to sell myself today.” No one willing wants to be beaten and raped everyday. Are there prostitutes out there freely working in the industry of their own accord? Of course, it is a profitable industry and it pays a whole lot better then the counter job you could get at McDonalds. But I do not believe that scenario means that they want to be doing that-no matter what they may say.
This year 1.2 million people will be bought and sold all across the world. They will be forced into an international slave industry that is netting profits we can’t even imagine. And we walk by with a blind eye. We think only of our own ability to resist the temptation and never consider the deeper reality. We see –>”I even had an oriental woman solicit me for a “massage” not but a couple blocks from our apartment.” And we think–> “It just goes to show you how Satan tries to influence us through whatever we are involved in.” We look at the prostitute and we label her with words we wouldn’t utter in church. We despise what she is doing and what she stands for. We think we are better because we are not like that. We fail to see her as a daughter of Christ. And the most awful part is, we often glamorize the pimp. Think about how commonplace this word has become. “Pimp My Ride” anyone? And in fact, in courts, most often the pimps come out further ahead then the prostitute. The man responsible for the buying, selling, and brutality against women is the same guy our teens want to be like. They want to be “pimp.” And the sad reality is, according to one FBI special agent, “If you have adult prostitution going on in your area, you have child prostitution going on.”
John 10:10 says, “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.”
This is the Jesus I serve. The loving Savior that came to bring life. That loved all He came in contact with. What does Jesus think when He hears the word prostitute? He doesn’t think. He just loves. One of my favorite quotes comes from Shane Claiborne in his book The Irresistible Revolution. He writes of a conversation he had that went like this-
Friend: The amazing thing about Jesus is that he never talked to a prostitute.
Shane: Oh yeah he did. And I started whipping my Bible open.
Friend: No Jesus never talked to a prostitute because he never saw a prostitute. He saw a child who he was madly in love with.
This is to be our heart. It should never matter what a person is wearing, how many tattoos or piercings they have, or where they come from.
A recent study came out that surveyed prostitutes that had recently left their jobs. The results showed that 89% wanted to leave their lives of prostitution long before they did. 89% is enough to be a majority by any stastical study. And the 11% that didn’t probably have lost all hope that there is another choice, another life.
So my heart begs and pleads with you. See with Jesus’ eyes. See children He loves. See broken people in need of grace and love. See beyond the outside and the past and the current life. See the soul that is crying for rescue. And once you have seen, do something. Learn more. Get involved. Be the hands and feet we were called to be. And if you are unwilling or unable, please please stop giving a bad name to the ones of us who are.
National Human Trafficking Hotline 1-888-3737-888
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Free To Live Tour 2011
Free to Live will bring together worship leaders Jon Egan and Meredith Andrews, as well as, Tom Davis-CEO of Children’s HopeChest, for a night of worship, speaking, and a call to action. We cannot ignore the millions living in the awful bondage of sex trafficking and Free to Live is bringing awareness in a multi-media, multi-sensory event sure to empower and equip you to fight against this awful crime against humanity.Here are the dates and the best part is the tickets are completely free!
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May 11, 2011 Louisville, KY May 12, 2011 Decatur, (Atlanta) GA May 13, 2011 Weddington, (Charlotte) NC May 14, 2011 Madison, (Huntsville) AL May 15, 2011 Alabaster, (Birmingham) AL To get more information and request tickets, go here.
I won’t be back in the country yet so everyone else needs to go and tell me about it!! I know this is sure to be an experience you won’t soon forget!!
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Remembering 1865: Part 2
How well have we remembered..?The 13th Amendment states Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction.
That was written in 1865. Right after a bloody war. Fast forward to the year 2011. And we have forgotten. The US has once again become a hotspot for slavery.We are a destination country for slave labor. Sure, we made the term a little fancier. We call it Human Trafficking (HT). But as I sat through a week of training on fighting against HT, I heard story after story, case after case, and statistic after statistic describing and detailing this growing, global industry that is slavery at its very core. We have truly forgotten who we are and what America is supposed to stand for.
HT is simply slavery. And it doesn’t look that much different from the slavery that led us to the Civil War. Remember that excerpt from part 1 detailed the life of a slave in early America? I updated it a little to describe what life is like for a slave in modern America.
The life of a slave is a life of hard work. Most slaves work 12-20 hours a day, seven days a week. Some slaves work in the “employers’” home cleaning, cooking, or taking care of the children. Some slaves work in the fields planting or picking tomatoes and other fruits and vegetables. Some slaves work our streets to provide “services” to paying customers.
Slaves live in cramped rooms with many other slaves. They own nothing and most often do not have access to their wages, documents or personal possessions. The slave owners feed them the least expensive food available – usually noodles and water. Meat is never eaten and most are constantly hungry. They are not allowed to leave.
Slaves are made to work by “traffickers.” These are men and women who manage the slaves and beat and abuse them if they d0 not work hard enough.
Once again we have deemed that we are too good to work in the fields and thus we exploit foreign workers to harvest and pick our fields. We have lost respect for our women and children and subject them to awful, disturbing crimes. And our country is one of the biggest perpetrators and suppliers of demand for modern-day slavery. We have forgotten our history. And sometimes its the very people that fight for our freedom today that are part of the reason so many are enslaved. What are we doing as a country? How have we so quickly forgotten that we came here and fought awful wars to gain and protect our freedom and the freedom of all men?
3,000 children are sold into HT every day. Over 1.2 million a year. 100,000 of those are children from our neighborhoods and sidwalks. US Citizens. Born with unalienable rights of life and liberty. Nicholas Kristof told a college assembly that sex trafficking of girls now is 10 times larger than the slave trade was before the Civil War. But its not the numbers that will change your mind. Its the face of a 12 year girl who is required to earn $500 on the streets tonight or she will be beaten and raped by her trafficker. Its the face of the laborer from South America who was promised a good paying job, but instead is beaten for not picking fast enough and hasn’t seen a dime of money in months. We have to wake up. We have to open our eyes. We cannot ignore the problem any longer or the values that so many men have lost their lives over will be nothing more than history themselves.
We need modern-day Harriet Tubmans. We need abolitionists. We need people who are willing to stand up and say “Enough is Enough!” People who will stop ignoring the reality that a country that should be a beacon of hope is becoming a country that is a haven for slavery. And we need people who are educated on the issue because most of the victims of this industry have no idea they are victims. Most think they are just in a bad situation, not that they are a victim of a crime prepetrated against mankind all across the world.
I will be one of those people. Will you? I will believe that this is not the end, that there is hope for a better world. I will fight for the freedom of ALL once again. Will you join me in that fight?
Check out The Polaris Project for more information on the fight against Human Trafficking in the US.
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Remembering 1865: Part 1
They say if you don’t learn from history you are bound to repeat it.
Go back to America in the early to mid-1800s. Although newly formed as a nation, we were already divided on what would become an issue that led to a very bloody war. Slavery.
The Northern States saw slavery as being contradictory to the ideals and principles upon which they had fought the Revolutionary War and sought the gradual emacipation of slaves. In the South, however, the slave population was much larger and played a key role in their economic success. More slaves=more profit from free labor. White males believed they should not be subject to the hard labor of harvesting cotton, tobacco, and rice. Hence, we went to Africa, rounded up a whole herd of blacks, shipped them here under awful circumstances, and if they lived, subjected them to even more awful working conditions. Slaves in the lower south were often not fed, housed, or cared for well, if at all. They were not allowed to read or write. They were not allowed to leave their plantations. Slave patrols were set up to canvas the area and look out for runaways. The cost was often your life if you dared to run or the life of your family or in the least a very severe beating.The slaves were treated as animals, property to be bought and sold, and as lower then the whites. (Source: Slavery In The Civil War Era) Here is another description of what it was like to be a slave in early America:
The life of a slave was a life of hard work. Most slaves worked from sun-up to sundown, six days a week. Some slaves worked in the “master’s” home cleaning, cooking, or taking care of the children. Most slaves worked in fields, planting or picking corn, tobacco, or cotton.
Slaves lived in small wooden shacks. They had one set of clothes, which they wore until they couldn’t mend them any more. The slave owner fed them the least expensive food available – usually corn meal or grits. Meat was a special treat reserved for holidays.Slaves were made to work by “overseers.” These were men who managed the slaves and beat them if they did not work hard enough. (Source)
White owners kept their slaves from being educated, threatened, and beat them to keep them under their control and ensure that their slaves did not try to escape. And still, slaves attempted to escape-even if it meant their life. A vast network rose up-The Underground Railroad-to help slaves escape to the North. The network consisted mostly of individuals that helped move slaves from the South to the North where they would be free. Estimates indicate that the South lost of 100,00 slaves to the Underground Railroad between 1810 and 1850. (Source: PBS) However, the Southern plantation owners were smart and by keeping their slaves un-educated and not allowing them to speak, they could keep them from identifying themselves as slaves. Harriet Tubman, an abolitionist who was key in the Underground Railroad said, “I freed a thousand slaves I could have freed a thousand more if only they knew they were slaves.” (Quote)
While in highschool, I had the unique opportunity to experience a reenactment of the Underground Railroad. It took place at night and despite the fact that I knew I would go home in a few hours, it was very real and very scary. I have never gotten over experiencing being yelled at at, marched in a single file line, chased down the road by barking dogs and fake guns, and listening to people explain the dangers of attempting an escape. The slaves who escaped were told to look for the light in the houses and there they could find a safe place in which to rest and eat.
That light of hope was cast in another profound way in 1860 with the election of President Abraham Lincoln. He despised slavery and the North saw this as an opportunity to defeat the evil practice of slavery. Abolitionists pressed him to outlaw slavery, and the Southern states got nervous. Finally, over fear of losing their labor and livelihoods, the South suceded from the Union, and war began.
While historians argue over the reasons for the Civil War, there can be no doubt that slavery was an issue that played heavily into the war. It was not the only reason, but it was a reason. (Source) States rights and other economic concerns also played into a war that has become the bloodiest war we have ever fought. Brother fighting against brother, this war and all that it stood for are a part of our history we would do well to not forget. With the signing of The Emancipation Proclamation in 1863, slaves were given the hope that they would be free. And as the war ended, we see the practice of slavery outlawed in the USA.
The 13th amendment of the US Constitution reads, “Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction.”In addition, Title 18, U.S.C., Sec. 1584, makes it a Federal crime or offense for anyone to willfully hold another person in involuntary servitude. (source)
While slavery was now outlawed, the road to equality in America would be paved with more bloodshed and violence. While African-Americans were now free, they were not considered equals. They were not seen as victims to a heinous crime, but as criminals and individuals that were unworthy to ride on our buses, eat at our tables, or drink from our water fountains. It took a group of people led by Martin Luther King, Jr. to finally win civil rights for black Americans in 1968-almost 100 years after slavery was outlawed and “freedom” was gained.
It is year 2011. How well have we remembered 1865? Stay tuned for part 2 of this discussion.
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The Final Countdown

Three weeks. 21 days. 504 hours.
That is how long I have left in Saipan. And while in some respects that still seems like a long time, I know its going to go by so fast that in a blink I will be sitting on a plane wondering what happened to those three weeks.
Time in Saipan is an odd concept. For the past 10 months, I have had basically no concept of time. Aside from the fact that I show up at work on time everyday, the rest of life sorta moves..well, differently. The weather never changes here so where most people mark changes by seasons, in Saipan I often catch myself saying, “Wait that was only a week ago? Seems like its been a month.” You look back and honestly can’t remember when things happened because everything is the same. And I have grown to love that. Life here is about people and experiences, not time. Not to mention that being in a time zone completely opposite from the rest of my friends and family has made time even more odd of a concept. I talk to my mom and she is heading to bed while I am eating lunch the next day. That is still weird to me.
And even weirder is that I am actually starting to like it. Yes, the always-on-time and tight-crazy-scheduled me has begun to enjoy the fact that life is simple, easy, and not run by deadlines and clocks. Instead you base your day on if its nice enough to go to the beach or not. (thankfully, 99% of the time it is a nice beach day) What happens when I say goodbye to Saipan, get on a plane, and land back in a world where deadlines and clocks rule the hour and taking two seconds to be nice to the person behind the counter is all of a sudden an inconvenience. How do I adjust? Or more importantly, how to do I refrain from adjusting?
Therefore, the next few weeks are going to be full of lots of reflection and introspection. I am not the person that sat on a plane 10 months ago preparing to fly to a small island in the middle of the Pacific. And although I am convinced that my time here is at an end, most of me is very scared about the prospect of moving back to America. Part of me wants to call it all off and just convince everyone to move here. It really is a nice place to live. And as much as I would rather just put off the process of processing the past year, I know that it will be easier to start while still here and still able to run along the beach when I need to re-focus. Thus, I will be blogging about the past year and the changes I have made in a sense to clarify and cement who I am and who I want to stay as I head back to life in America.
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What Am I Doing This Week?
Glad you asked! 🙂
I am attending the CNMI Human Trafficking Intervention Coalition Regional Training Conference.
For those of you that may be new to my blog, abolishing human trafficking in an issue I am very passionate about. I tread, I donate, and I plan to spend my life fighting against this disgusting and awful industry. So when a friend told me she could get me in on this conference, I was all over it!!
The FBI is coming, and Homeland Security, and a bunch of lawyers and other really important people fighting this crime. The training should be awesome and I am pretty stoked to have the week off work!
All that to say, I am very excited for the week ahead! Not to mention its also the first official week of Tread on Trafficking!! Head over here to donate to my cause and help me fight this awful crime!!
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Focus, Focus, Focus!
I went running today. But not because I wanted to. Honestly, I don’t know anyone who wants to go running when the humidity is at 90% and the heat index is equally as high. I went because I needed to run.
Yes I just used the word need and run in the same sentence, an idea probably foreign to most of you.
But earlier I had organized and cleaned my classroom for the umpteenth time, wrote out minute-by-minute lesson plans for next week, made all the copies needed for four ESL classes, and wrote guidelines for three classes of computer projects. (I am going to be gone next week so don’t think I normally do all that) Then I left school drained, exhausted, and emotionally spent.
Thus, I ran. Because running is something I love. Normally. And this week seems to be full of things I do not love. Job loss, uncertainity, teaching, being away from family. And all of that has caused me to question my current path..
..giving up a good paying job on a tropical island, leaving one of my best friends behind, moving back in with the parents, joining once again the ranks of the unemployed, and with no clue how to get where I want to go mostly because I am not sure where I want to go.
Running clarifies everything. So I ran. With every step a vision clearer and more focused came into view. The one that above all else flies the banner that says, “Pursue your dreams and live life loud.” I am a very passionate person. Its why I cry at a moments notice, get angry over the smallest things, and get excited very easily. I knew before this week that teaching was just not the fulfillment of all my passions that I had hoped it would be. I got slightly distracted by the lure of a well-paying job, but after a run was once again focused on the end goal: pursue that which makes me come alive, love like Jesus loves, and serve those around me. And then I told myself, “Focus, focus, focus!” Stop getting so distracted!
Right now that exact path is a bit unclear. The specfics aren’t there quite yet. In the meantime, I am treading miles for victims of an awful industry. And writing. And connecting with like-minded people. And gaining some awesome experiences. And waiting and praying. That way when the specifics fall into place, I am ready and prepared.
What about you? What do you do before a vision has yet to come to reality? How do you stay focused on the end goal when the immediate can be so enticing?
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Tread on Trafficking 2011
There is a road we keep running on until we reach our goal, but love gives us strength to continue our journey. -Trafficking survivorAs my heart has continued to break over the atrocities of sex trafficking, God has been moving in me to do more. I know that this is a difficult thing to talk about. The statistics are overwhelming and the problem keeps growing. Yet, the difficulties and challenges we face in seeking to defeat this evil in no way compares to the evil these precious girls face every single day. They in no way compare to being used and bought and sold for man’s evil pleasure. I wrote about this here, but to recap:Therefore for May and June, I will be part of a team to Tread for Trafficking. Together, we have committed to run, bike, hike, and swim 500 miles (260 each) over the two months and we are asking you to sponsor us. You can check out our page and commit to sponsor us per mile or give a one time donation. We have set a lofty goal of raising $2000, but really, that’s just 200 people giving $10.00. Easy! This is something very near and dear to my heart and I am going to give $1 for every mile I tread. So join us in supporting Love146 and the abolition of sex trafficking, as we tread on trafficking.-Sex Trafficking is the 2nd largest global crime raking in over 32 billion in “profits” each year.-Predications state that it will surpass drugs to become #1 sometime in 2011 because, unfortunately, humans can be sold multiple times.-Only 1 to 2% of girls are ever rescued from sex trafficking.-Only 1 in 100,000 Europeans are every convicted of sex crimes.-Every two minutes another child is captured and enslaved in this “life”.
Therefore for May and June, I will be part of a team to Tread for Trafficking. Together, we have committed to run, bike, hike, and swim 500 miles (260 each) over the two months and we are asking you to sponsor us. You can check out our page and commit to sponsor us per mile or give a one time donation. We have set a lofty goal of raising $2000, but really, that’s just 200 people giving $10.00. Easy! This is something very near and dear to my heart and I am going to give $1 for every mile I tread. So join us in supporting Love146 and the abolition of sex trafficking, as we tread on trafficking.
Click here for more details.
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Expiry Dates
Let’s play a game.
Go to your refrigerator and see how many things you can find that are expired. (ok go!)
Welcome back! How many things did you find? One? Five? Twenty-five? None?
I did this the other day and will not admit to how many things I found, but lets say it was a good idea that I played the game. Now, you may be wondering why we are playing this silly little game. There are good reasons, other then the fact that your fridge is now clean and you can eat anything in there with no fear!
We live in a world that is consumed with expiry dates. We look at when milk will expire before we buy it, we put deadlines on everything, and use things until they die or expire. Think about it. Every day your life is filled with things that have eventual expiry dates. And this is a very good thing in most cases. Eating food that has expired can be very bad for your health. The problem comes when we translate this thinking into our spiritual lives and start putting expiry dates on the things that are outside of our control.
If I am not married by this date, it won’t happen.
If they don’t get better by now, its hopeless.If the money doesn’t come today, what will happen?If the scholarship doesn’t come, how will I go to school?
Will I ever figure out what to do or will I be 40 and still wandering around aimlessly?When am I going to get pregnant?And the list could go on..And maybe you have been there. Sitting in the dark, waiting for the impossible and wondering if it is ever going to happen. Maybe you put your own expiry date on the situation. Maybe you stopped believing that we serve a God that has NO expiry dates.Let that sink in.With God there are NO expiry dates.In our eyes, it may seem that way. It may seem impossible, but what is impossible with man is possible with God.But what if they don’t get better you ask? What if I never get married? What if the baby never comes?Have God’s promises expired? NO. Because He doesn’t put expiry dates on situations. He puts due dates. And His due dates are often drastically different then our expiry dates. See, its not about what we can’t do, but what HE can do. It’s about going back to the drawing board and not limiting God to our time table. Even in this life if it appears the situation has expired, we must remember that perhaps God’s due date was calling someone home to Him. Or perhaps the due date is just years after we imagined it would be.Check out Abraham and Sarah (Hebrews 11:8). God told her she would bear a son. And yet, it was years and years later, long after Sarah was considered able to have child, that she was finally pregnant. But because she put an expiry date on the promise, and God failed to meet that timeline, she got involved and caused a whole mess of problems. When we act on our timeline, we fail to see that God’s timeline is really about Him. Its about a God who still does the impossible. Its about a God who wants to show His glory and who still acts in ways that are beyond human understanding and recognition.So, ask yourself. Do you really trust and believe in Him who promised to be faithful? Can we give up our timelines and expiry dates for a God that offers only due dates? Can we begin to live as though we serve a God still in the business of doing the impossible?I am working on it. And today I challenge you. What situation have you put an expiration date on that perhaps God has just put a longer due date on? Where in your life do you need to step out of your timeline and into God’s timeline?(Blog idea credit goes to an amazing sermon I heard at Hillsong)

