What a View!

Truth is hitting me on the head a lot lately. Ouf family of over-achievers is learning that God cares about the relationship not the service. Here's a few of the tidbits that comfort us: The most vital part of prayer is letting God love us (B. Manning): "Be still and know that I am God" Ps. 46:10. Manning says that prayer is like sunbathing, in that when we spend a lot of time in the sun people comment that we've been to the beach. If we bathe in God's love, then we look different from the inside out! Time with God may affect us like it did Isaiah: "Woe to me!...I am a man of unclean lips and I live among a people of unclean lips ,and my eyes have seen the King, the Lord Almighty!" Following quickly upon his confession of unworthiness, Isaiah responded to the Lord's request for a willing servant: "Here am I. Send me!" As Chambers comments, God is everything--"the whole earth is full of His glory"--there must be something corresponding to God in my character. At Jesus' transfiguration, Peter wanted to build shelters for Jesus, Moses, and Elijah so that they all could stay on the mountain with God . Perhaps you struggle, as I do, with the temptation to turn every life experience into a teaching tool. According to Chambers, experiences on the mountaintop with God are not to "teach us anything, ...[but] to make us something." God has a purpose for each one of our encounters with Him, but we are created to live in the valley, to lift others up toward Him. Chambers further states that the final goal of sacrificing ourselves is to lay down our lives for our Friend. In John 15:15, Jesus says, "I have called you friends"! He bought us with His blood from the auction block where our sins sent us. One day we will be seated with that great throng of witnesses of Hebrews 12, looking at people "purchased... for God from every tribe and language and people and nation.... A kingdom and priests to serve our God, and they will reign on the earth" (Rev. 9b-10). What a view!

Grace and Second Chances

On Sunday Christa moved to a new home home for her second week in Maniwaki. Raymond and Hanaa live several minutes away from their church field, and Christa needs to be available 8-5 for community service projects and sports camp, as well as for evening Bible studies and meetings. Her new hostess is Eleanor, who lives across the street from the church facility. Lots of drama went into getting her placed in this home. Ultimately, Christa is learning that no one is going to look out for her best interests. She must safeguard herself with the wisdom and self-preservation instincts God has given to her. After the bus-station drama last Saturday, both of us should have realized that. The adults were waiting for Christa to speak up and say that she did not feel safe with another home that was offered to her. Of course, she is laying it all on the line this summer and is trying to be flexible. Ultimately, the first home alternative was more like "missionary dating," hoping to reach teenaged boys while staying in their home. Chambers says we are to apply grace to every situation, praying immediately not waiting to get alone with God. His "unmerited favor" allows us to be "humiliated without manifesting the slightest trace of anything but His grace." However, His grace also protects us when we are too naive and innocent to regard danger and flee from it. As parents John and I often walk a tightrope in parenting a blossoming young-adult long-distance. In this case, we knew Christa would never speak up and ask to be moved to a safer environment. Now she has a firm base from which to do her ministry and a sense of peace that grace prevailed over personal sacrifice.

Jumping Off Rocks

Yesterday, I went to a lake with some friends and I learned an important lesson about trusting Christ's strength. We all climbed up some rocks over the lake and decided to jump off. One of my friends named Eve was having some second thoughts. She kept saying, "Why do I always do this to myself? I've been dreaming about doing this for a whole year. Why can't I make myself jump?" Watching her bend her legs trying to jump was like watching a movie of myself. It was shocking and terrifying. How many times do I stand on the edge of doing God's will and back away out of fear? So I stepped up and volunteered, "I'll go first." When I got up to the edge, I froze just like Eve. All those familiar doubts swarmed around me like bees. "You can't do this. You can barely swim let alone jump off a diving board in a safe pool. How do you think you can do this?!" But I didn't want to step back to safety and the feeling of failure and embarrassment that awaited me on the rock so I jumped into the dark unknown for me--and for Eve. And you know what? All my fears seemed pretty stupid. I survived without a scratch and to my surprise, Eve jumped in right after me. Overcoming your fears is easy once you realize that the King of the Universe believes in you. He's waiting in the water to lead you to the other side of the lake. You're the only one stopping you. Will you lean on His power to catch you or will you climb back down the rocks to His disappointment? If you choose His power, He'll stay true to His promise and He might even use you as a leader to pave the way for others. So what will it be--a ground-shaker or a loser? There's no middle ground. Jesus is waiting at the bottom for you. Just JUMP!

What Did You Do Today?

In many ways this summer is like kindergarten for our family. The question at the end of the day is often, What did you learn today? On Monday Christa stayed with David (5) and Ruthie (8) for their parents to take their baby sister to the doctor. A doctor's visit in Canada can provide enough material for a novel. It's free but the patients pay dearly in time, inconvenience, and exposure to infectious diseases. Apparently, an excursion to treat a baby's ear infection can take over six hours. Christa learned that you get what you pay for; nothing is free. On Tuesday she experienced the rich fellowship of the Body of Christ. She experienced an entire summer's worth of fun--making new friends, cooking out, playing croquet, eating humuus and Turkish delight, loving on children. Wednesday she spent the day with Eve and Blair, a young couple in Canada for a summer of work. They played basketball, dove into the icey river off rocks, handed out flyers for next week's sports camp, encountered God's Word together. The answer to "What did you learn today?" was "I can." Christa said, "Why should I doubt my abilities? The King of the Universe thinks I can do it! Otherwise, why would He sent me to another country all by myself?" Whatever rocks He wants her to jump off tomorrow, whatever stranger to whom He leads her to talk, He is bigger than those doubts. "You are the ones chosen by God, chosen for the high calling of priestly work, chosen to be a holy people, God's instruments to do His work and speak out for Him, to tell others of the night-and-day difference He made for you--from nothing to something, from rejected to accepted!" (1 Peter 2:9-10, TM)

Why Are We Surprised?

Christa arrived safely in Bouchette, a suburb of Maniwaki, where she will spend the week with the Alraei family. At dark a.m. Monday, Barb drove her from Shanliwood to the bus station in Ottawa, Ontario. You may remember this bus terminal as the infamous spot where Christa stayed long enough on Saturday afternoon that she may begin to receive mail there. Now Christa is saying that she is glad that the whole bus-capade happened. She had an enjoyable weekend with Jacques and Barb Cote:"They feel like my family to me now." Christa met some of the teenaged girls with whom she will spend time in late July. The Cotes filled her love tank--and watched yet more Stanley Cup hockey with her. Other than her learning to cheer for the Edmonton Oilers, what could be wrong with this picture of God's provision? Why are we surprised when God takes care of us? Is it that we expect Him to do anything less than provide for all of our needs--even our safety or peace? Perhaps it is because we think a perfect plan would have no seams, no glitches, no pain. Perhaps we assume that if things did not go "smoothly," then something was out of line, out of place, strangely in dischord. If we look at the example of Jesus' life, then we see that He had no home--yet He did not seem to go hungry unless He fasted by choice; He had disloyal friends; His people rejected Him which led to His death like a criminal; He even wondered aloud why God had seemingly "forsaken" Him. All of that was Plan A--from the beginning of time. The ultimate goal of that stream-lined lifestyle and public humiliation was our salvation, our eternal safety, if you will. Why does it surprise us when our definition of smooth sailing does not align with God's version? Ultimately, it's still all about saving the world.

Best Laid Plans

There may have been a reason that Christa and I had been dreading her trip to Maniwaki on Saturday. The bus trek did not go as planned--to say the least. Christa found herself alone in an Ottawa bus terminal with no connecting transport to Maniwaki that afternoon. [Enter your favorite theme music for rescuing innocent girls.] In rode Jacques Cote on his trusty stead--to the rescue of our fair maiden in distress. He drove her home to his wife, dear Barb, where Christa shared father's day dinner with Barb's dad. Then on Sunday Christa got a preview of Shanliwood Baptist's wonderful people, with whom she will spend a week in late July. I suspect she would have gladly suffered four hours alone in an Ottawa bus station to spend Saturday night and Sunday with the Cotes. We just do not know the trade-off that awaits when we sit obediently. The palm of God's hand in the center of His will is always, without exception, the safest place to be. Sometimes there are sharks (or nameless homeless men) swarming around us. We are still safe. Sometimes our parents cannot bear the cracks in our brave facade, yet the Father is still sovereign and has the situation in His complete and utter control. Even when it looks like our best laid plans are a nightmare of confusion, He has provided a way of escape and a green pasture on which we can rest. The lights we can see are His safe passageway rather than an in-coming train (or bus)!

Don't Look Back!

Today is the day that Christa boards a bus bound for Maniwaki, via Ottawa, to work with a ministry to the French-speaking residents there. The four of us Baileys can relate to Peter as he relinquished the safety of the boat for the dark, swirling, stormy waters of a walk to Jesus. Will we relate more readily to the first part of Peter's story when he got out of the boat--"Don't look down"? Or, will our attitudes model that of the more popular, sermon-fodder segment of his late-night boat ride--when he squealed and flailed and balked at the swirling, unfamiliar territory around him and the abyss below him? My parental advice to Christa was to recall the peace that she felt earlier this week in the park and to rest in the assurance that Christ will keep her safe and be her comfort. I hope I can stay true to my own admonition! In fact, I assured her that she was much safer on a bus "traveling alone in a foreign country" than she would be riding solo on MARTA in Atlanta. Perspective is a warm blanket rather than the soggy, clammy embrace if we heed the call of the crooked, boney finger of fear clawing at our pale faces. Apparently, the danger creeps in when we start to think about ourselves. Our eyes need to focus on Christ rather than the surrounding situation. Chambers wisely advises: "If you are recognizing your Lord, you have no business with where He engineers your circumstances.... keep recognizing Jesus, maintain complete reliance on Him." His Voice is heard most clearly in the throes of "recklessness." Our task is to avoid looking down but to keep our eyes on Him. The task is secondary. The danger is irrelevant. The fear is our enemy's last hope. Our Hope prevails if we just don't look down.

True Friendship

In church we sing this chorus, "I Am a Friend of God...He calls me 'friend.'" I sometimes wonder why He is willing to do that. A true friend is someone who is constant and reliable. Do I really qualify? A loyal friend is dependable, and I know I let Him down. An allegiant follower would lay down his life for the Cause. Yet I look for times when I can get away with picking up the trail of the old lifestyle. He wants me to stick out--in a good way, and I try to conform--in a bad way. To be a friend of God, He needs to "be love" through me, and there are people and situations that I balk at allowing Him to love through me. For years, as parents we have nurtured our daughters to trust the Lord and develop a private, personal walk with Him. Now Christa has gone off on an adventure with this Great Love of her life. How do I really react to this? Will I trust my Friend to be constant and reliable to her? Do I believe that she will be dependable to Him? Do I worry that He will let her down? Of course not! We all know that's absurd. But what if He wants her to lay down her life for the Cause? Now that's a very real possibility. In fact, that's what a summer of mission work is--laying down what you could be doing for what you ought to be doing. In many ways, it's practice for the real life, daily relationship of trusting. The stakes could not be any higher when we put God's honor on the line wherever we are today. That true friendship comes when we lay down our life for our Friend (John 15:13, 15).

Quebec

Hey from Quebec! Thanks to everyone for all your prayers. I just wanted to share with you a little about what society is like here for the church. As you probably already know, Quebec and the rest of Canada started as a Catholic nation. The Catholics controlled all aspects of society including the number of kids a family could have, the place of women in society, and even the workings of the government. One day, people started to think that it was stupid to just sit there and let the Church rule their lives, so they walked out. As a result, Quebec will have nothing to do with the Church, whether Protestant or Catholic. For example, the worst swear word in Quebec French is tabernac or tabernacle from the world of the Church. People just don't care about God. When something bad goes wrong, they see no need to turn to God because they have family or they can still put food on the table. Thus, morals are out the window for convenience. For example, couples, even young ones, have sex and move into the same house, almost never sealing their affection with marriage. In fact, even new Christians have to be taught the sancitity of marriage because it is not a part of society. I say all this to make you aware that right next door to America there is a great mission field. This society has turned its back on God and the new churches here need encouragement because Satan can easily suck them back into the vortex around them. Quebec is a lonely place for a Christian. We all need your prayers.

Follow Me

What happens after the glamour of obeying the call fades? What happens when "follow Me" leads down a dark alley or a weed-strewn path? Perhaps you can relate to me when I admit that I tend to forget that if I am following then He is preceding me. He walks in front He gets there first! Once I "take [my] everyday, ordinary life...and place it before God as an offering," the next step is to "[embrace] what God does for [me]" (Romans 12:1-2, MS). He goes before me, stays with me, and monitors my future path--dark, dreary, or absolutely euphoric as it may be. An older friend of mine once put it this way: It's as if He surrounds us with a circle of His love. [You both precede and follow me. Psalm 139, GNB.]This she said from her devoted life in the throes of widowhood, leukemia, and a dying daughter. Thankfully, God works from the inside out, because many times the view from the outside of me is entirely stinky. If I could just recognize what He wants from me and do it, rather than taking on the "Make me!" attitude of the culture around me! If only I would allow Him to grow me into the person He sees in my future, rather than dragging my feet like a petulant child at the door of a toystore whose parents have already purchased her birthday gifts! The better way to get at God is to grasp Who God is and what He does, yet I keep on trying to get at God from who I am and what I can do for Him (Romans 12:3). I am just not a good follower. I keep getting out in front and saying, "Come on, God." He's waiting to hear me say, "After You..."

Christa's First Weekend

This weekend, as the Smiths prepared to leave to tour the West, Christa visited the Jones family, home to many daughters. She went to see "A Prairie Home Companion" on Friday with Lydia, 14, the youngest of the 6, and an International Baccalaureate student in Montreal, as Christa is in Sandy Springs. On Saturday she returned to spend the day with the Smiths and to view the movie "Cars" for Andrew's birthday. Then she spent the evening with the Joneses, seeing the Royal Canadian Mounted Police and watching a chick flick before bedtime. The families converged at Renaissance church which meets in a cineplex. Then Christa went to the Joneses to rest for the afternoon, on to Impact--a college worship service, and to experience one of Montreal's many summer street festivals, where they encountered the music of Mali (where 2 of the Jones' girls did missions) and ate Lebanese food. Christa learned about some of the Canadian universities--Concordia where Nadia attends, as does Amy [who is a former summer missionary who returned to Montreal to marry a French Canadian]; McGill, Amanda's alumnus, which is said to be the Harvard of Canada; and the universities of the French-cultural-immersion experience within Quebec's capital, Quebec City. Today Christa was immersed in daycamp prep with Alex, her hostess for the next couple of days, then to dinner with Sue's good friend, Julie, a local doctor. On Wednesday night, she returns to the Jones' girls until her 11:00 bus to Maniwaki through Ottawa on Saturday. Since she will travel alone, we ask your prayers for her safety and peace on the trek to her French-speaking host family, the Alraies, and their 3 children, 8, 5, 9 months.

John's Alaska Adventure--Part 1

On Sunday John flew to Anchorage, Alaska, still a 5-hour flight from Salt Lake City, UT. It's hard to believe that it's still part of the USA with the 4-hour time difference and the 24/7 twilight-dusky skies. John had dinner with his Uncle Marvin and SueAnn--salmon, broccoli, "dirty rice," and cake. The two had not been together in over 25 years. Marvin is still trim at age 70, playing handball 3x a week and doing a bit of Nautilus with minimal weight and a few reps. John was reminded that his uncle had hiked the entire 3,000 miles of the Appalachian Trail, chronicling his journey for Memphis' Commercial Appeal and his Sierra Club chronies. He told a few funny stories of the old days, including an account of Uncle Stoy's denial that his Marine Corps buddies had put a bucket over his head, as is tradition for new recruits. To which, Marvin suggested that perhaps the reason was that they could not find a large enough bucket. Stoy brooded for hours over this verbal assertion! He recalled being baptized at the old Calvary Baptist in Memphis, along with his brothers; Hilton and Mary Gene's wedding when Marvin was 21 and Hilton was 31; and that Grandmother Bailey attended Furman University, being from Upper SC, which is one of the top universities in Christa's hunt. Marvin keeps up with Uncle Milton's Knoxville brood and is not fazed by cousin Pat's people skills which greatly outweigh her love of mental gymnastics, which is clearly Marvin's passion. The two discussed Jimmy Carter and James Wallace, mixing religion and politics in a sometimes lethal combination, especially when one is a "denominational serpent" and the other, a Democrat and an environmentalist. It must have been an informative evening for both uncle and nephew!

On the Road Again

This weekend Christa will be on the move again. As the Smith family begins a much needed excursion to the Western US, and Christa will meet two new host families--the Joneses and their three daughters and the Antinozzis who are expecting their first child this fall. During the week she will help to prepare for day camps at Renaissance Church in Montreal, which meets in a cineplex. Next Saturday she boards a Greyhound bus through Ottawa to her next stop of Maniwaki. Sunday John leaves for a week of World Changers near Anchorage, Alaska. The 67 World Changers and PowerPlant staffers are realizing that prayers for safety are like air to their teams, as two of their SUV's have experienced flat tires and one team joined a four-car pileup. All are safe and sound. But the launching of the first projects of summer '06 is looming on Saturday with the themes "At Work" for the construction missions and "Reflect" for the church planters. The 16 teams expect to encounter 20,000 students/adults plus untold numbers of residents, neighbors, and city officials. Let's join Rob Mullins in the challenge he isued at the Commissioning and lift them up to take advantage of their brief time to make an impact: "We always thank God the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ when we pray for you" (Col. 1:3). Pray for a positive outlook when stuff happens, since God has an answer before/during/after the storm (James 1). Then breathe the Spirit's power of overcoming, inspirational love over all they do (1 Cor. 13:4-7). Finally, pray that the staffers will ask, What could God do with my life if I were 100% committed? As they dream BIG, prevail on our AWESOME God to reveal Himself doing a new thing in/around them.

Afraid to Beg?

It's amazing how small your child's voice can sound across an international phone line! To us there may not be a sweeter sound than hearing Christa's soft laughter as she conveys the latest antics of 3 1/2-year-old Sarah in Montreal. Picturing Sarah's cherubic face peering up from the level of John's kneecaps on Tuesday, tugging on his jeans as he and Christa hugged and prayed one last time before he left her for nine weeks: "Whatcha' doin'?" Sarah mused. What Sarah witnessed was a father unafraid to ask for directions. A rare sight, indeed! John was shamelessly begging God for the strength to walk out the door. Sounds a bit melodramatic! I admit it. But, think about it, when was the last time you needed God's help so badly that you (manly or sisterly) threw yourself on God's mercy? Safest place to be, yet we avoid it like the plague. Not one of us relishes (at least, not in the flesh) being broken bread or poured out wine. However, what does Christ promise to the poor in Spirit? "I live in a high and lofty place, but also with him who is contrite and lowly in spirit" For what purpose, Lord? "To revive the spirit of the lowly and...the heart of the contrite." As God told Gideon in Judges 6: "Go in the strength you have and save [your people] Israel out of [your enemy] Midian's hand. Am I not sending you?...I will be with you, and you will strike down [the enemy] the Midianites as if they were but one man." Let's not be ashamed to beg as children of God for power over the enemy He defeated on the Cross. While we are ashamed of our weakness, He is pouring His strength into every fissure like a Holy, impenetrable concrete. Let's not be ashamed to weep on His strong lap. His eternal Hands have wiped away tears before and they will do it again (Rev. 7:17; 21:4)!

What We Used to Be

Good morning from Montreal and Alpharetta! John and Christa started Tuesday with the Smiths, then John was off to the airport for World Changers/PowerPlant staff meeting and Christa leaped into her summer life. Reading Oswald Chambers, I was struck between the eyes (exactly where his writings often strike) with the beauty of change in a believer's life. Chambers wrote: "Beware of harking back to what you once were when God wants you to be something you have never been." What if the thing God desires for us--that we've never been--is so far removed from our comfort zones that we cannot imagine drawing a deep breath? What if the center of His will is the spiritual parallel to sitting in a treehouse on a precipice of a cliff surrounded by mountains during gale-force winds? For someone like me who does not like viewing tall things or being out of control, that would be terrifying, just as with all things that require only trust--like when your young friend encounters another country with new friends to encounter amazing things. What if what we used to be involves trying to manage God and what we should do is rest in His management. Just a thought... Yesterday John and Christa met 3 couples and 4 active children with vital roles in Christa's summer. John talked PowerPlant with Gary Smith, and international law and the thrilling ride of work in inner-city Montreal with the Cadorets, with multilinguals in a dilapidated building. They learned that French in Maniwaki, Christa's late June home, blends the Cree Indian dialect with Quebecois French. What we used to be was a family driving Christa about 15 weekly hours to an international studies school. Now she has enrolled in God's School of International Missions. What is it you KNOW that God wants us to do; when you "do it, immediately, you know more"--about God, about yourself, about His work. In Christ, it's a short drive of obedience from what we used to be to what we can be.

Letting Go--Part 2

Sunday John and Christa left for Montreal. Last year when Christa went to France for a study abroad, she told John and me to "let it go," meaning all of the details. Yesterday, while she is in Canada for 9 weeks, began Phase Two of that lengthy process of continuously placing her in God's hands. Sounds simple and obvious--from a distance. Anyone who has ever clutched tightly to a precious treasure, at any age of life, recalls the pain of prying clinched fingers from an object or dearly loved person. And so, we let go--a little more each hour, each day, each year--until we are completely on our faces before God, empty handed and in complete submission to His indescribably elaborate feast of riches. Then we wonder why we did not offer our delicate prize to Him in the first place. We observe how He polishes imperfections we never witnessed and molds giftedness we never employed. On His table our undeniable treasure becomes a pure vessel, an overflowing fountain, a screaming witness to His majesty, wisdom, and love-scheme. Within His stable a crippled stallion heals in a harness of undeserved favor to gallop faster and farther and to leap hurdles higher than any trained beast has ever flown. We let go, feeling helpless and lonely and uninvolved, only to look into the face of the One who IS our help, our comfort, our power. Why do we clutch our treasures when we can cling to His treats? Simultaneously, why don't we "let go" of things dearly loved and fall at the feet of the One who treasures us enough to "let go" of His Treasure in Heaven to fall completely on His face before God and a watching world, empty handed and in complete submission, so that we could sidle up to a Feast of Elaborate Riches, prepared for us from the foundation of the world.

Friendships

Friday was a beautiful day of friendships, both old and new. Christa and I had a wonderful phone conversation with our Montreal contact, Sue. She seems to anticipate Christa's needs and to address them before the tiny molehills become insurmountable. Christa will be "serving the servers," making possible the work of visiting American teams rather than running the daycamps. It seems to me to be a bit like being a water boy for a sports team--behind the scenes, essential in all ways, lots of guts but little glamour. Along the way, our world traveler will be forging great friendships with the Quebecois missionaries, many of whom will host her for a night or several. Ultimately, Christa will bring home friendships and a connection with the French-speaking nationals and emigree in Montreal, Maniwaki, and beyond. Last evening, Christa finally celebrated her April 25th birthday with her long-time best friends, Kristen and Angela, and sister, Cara. We ate Italian food at Ippolito's, including the peerless garlic rolls with Parmesan topping; red velvet cake; and watched "Pride & Prejudice" before exchanging gifts for Kristen's graduation and Angela and Christa's birthdays. Each of us practically needed seatbelts to hold us in our seats--we were so thrilled to be together in a stress-free, loving environment. The love of longtime friends is such a balm for preventing loneliness, defeat, and weakness. That tender comfort is a sampling of the smorgasbord of grace-gifts that God pours into us--as we interact, as we work, as we create, as we express devotion to each other, even as we rest at night. What a storehouse of riches we experience in the company of the One who is our Oldest and Dearest Friend of Friends!

Reality Checks

Yesterday was a day of reality checks. Essentially, I discovered that I needed to "have a little work done" in the spiritual face of things. It is amazing how out of line we can become--how selfish and spoiled--within a comfortable, safe zone. Life is a totally different matter when God asks for a blank check, signed by us in agreement to serve in His name--whenever, however. Let me spare you the gorey details of what I encountered and my reaction to it. That way you can fill in the blanks with whatever thing God is hounding you to do and whichever manifestation of unwillingness you are modeling--gritting your teeth or digging in your heels. The beautiful reality is that we are saying "yes" to God, not to the details. Stay with me now. Of course, in the end, we must complete the minutiae. But the point is that God is our altar, not the toilet we are scrubbing, so to speak. When we are tempted to say, whether directly to God or to His emissary, "I'm not your slave," we close our ears to Jesus' words to James and John--and to us: "whoever wants to be first must be your slave." Even further, we step out of the tracks which Jesus asked us to follow, because as the Son of Man He "came to serve, not be served" to the point of giving away His own life "in exchange for the many who are held hostage" (Matthew 20:27-28). Of course, when offered a chance to sacrifice ourselves for spiritual hostages, we might agree without hesitation or reservation. What a noble cause! Yet we prefer those hostages to be high profile and preferrably people to whom we can easily relate. Again, we are serving God not the people; yet in serving God we must serve the individual, no matter how unlovely the other person or the task. And God calls us to toe the line by being faithful to whatever task comes our way once we have said "Yes!" to His call. We combat the urge to think, "I could be doing..." or to compare the opportunity at hand with some other, more pleasant activity. Because we are God's slaves, giving our lives away for the sake of the spiritual hostages, we serve God and we won't look back (Luke 9:62)--especially during times of reality checks!