Wildfire

It's awesome to watch a community rally together in response to a crisis.  Our little mountain town of Conifer has been the focus of national media attention as firefighters battle to contain a wildfire that literally exploded into life five days ago, but is thankfully greatly under control today.  27 homes in our community were damaged or completely destroyed, two people lost their lives and a third woman is still missing.  It is the most significant crisis our community has faced since we moved here three years ago and, according to other long-time residents it's the worst they've ever seen.

Photo two: only seconds later, the fire jumps the road

First photo: fire blazing on left side of the road

We first became aware of the fire on Monday afternoon.  I was resting on the couch, and as I glanced out the window I saw a strange cloud formation billowing high into the sky over the hill to the east of us.  There were no other clouds in the sky, so I thought it was kind of strange.  Daphne also noticed it and expressed concern that maybe it was a smoke plume, but I assured her that it was just a cloud (being the expert that I am on weather formations).  Probably two minutes later I got a phone call from our Senior Pastor Michael, asking if I'd heard about the fire down Foxton Road... and that was the beginning an incredible, unforgettable week.  Within minutes we sent an email out to the church asking for donations of bottled water and Gator Aid, and within the hour Michael, myself and a few other staff showed up at the High School (the designated evacuation shelter).  The Red Cross representative had only just arrived herself, so we were almost the first people on the scene.  We told her that we were from The Journey Community Church, and we were there to help in any way we could.  She wasn't sure what help was needed at that stage, so we offered to bring in a supply of water which she gratefully accepted.  It was already late afternoon and the evacuees were beginning to stream in - many of them with just the clothes on their backs, having only learned of the fire as they attempted to return home from work and were turned away by sheriff's deputies blocking the roads to their neighborhoods.  We worked with the Red Cross folks to make a plan for dinner that night, and from that point on we became the de facto meal providers for the evacuation shelter.  We were able to relieve the Red Cross team from the burden of finding enough food to feed 100-200 hungry people three times a day, which allowed them to focus their attention on caring for the housing and medical needs of those who were displaced by the fire.

The next four days are a whirlwind in my mind.  I am so proud of our staff and the volunteers from our church who worked 18 hour days, calling local restaurants and supermarkets to arrange for food donations, serving the meals and just being available to sit down with people to listen to their stories.  We made it very clear to our team that we were not there to evangelize anyone, but simply to offer a cup of cold water and an encouraging word.  It didn't take long before we were on a first-name basis with all the Red Cross volunteers and many of the evacuees,
some of whom said they were sorry to leave the shelter when their neighborhoods were re-opened because they'd so enjoyed the sense of community there.

I'll write more on our experiences from last week,  but I am off now (at 5:30!) to help prepare the food for the Men's Group breakfast this morning.  We're also going to baptize a bunch of people this afternoon - should be fun!

Officers narrowly escaped death as two of their cars burned up

Brutus the Bear Rug

I picked up my completed bear rug yesterday.  I've named it "Brutus" - seems a fitting name for a record-sized bear, right?  You should have seen the reaction of our two cats and dog when they walked into the living room where the bear rug is - classic "double-take" reaction (Woah, what IS that thing?).  My friend Jeff the taxidermist did a great job with the skin.  You may not be able to tell from the photo but Brutus is a gorgeous chocolate brown.  Hey, stop feeling sorry for the bear!  He lived a full life and will enjoy many more years on my wall.  I'm tired of showing my friends the picture of the rug and them go, "Ohhh, the poor thing!"  Seriously?  Look at it this way - this is the closest you'll ever get to a bear, and I'll even let you touch it! 

Daphne loves the rug (and I love my wife for that!) and she wants to keep it on the floor.  I don't trust any of our three domestic mammals not to pee on it or poo on it, or scratch it up.  So, executive decision: it goes on the wall.  I am now OFFICIALLY a mountain man.  Yee Haw!

My friend Harrison

 I first met Harrison in 1983 when I was a Sophomore
in college.  I spent the summer in Kenya with my
folks, and Harrison was working as an employee of Life Ministry (CCC).  He was a single man at the time and he was training hard as a marathon runner,  hoping to compete for Kenya in the 1984 Olympics. He never made it to Los Angeles the next year, but Harrison has been running an incredible race ever since. He married Sarah, and they had two children: Edwin, who is studying at the University of Nairobi, and Rina who is in her last year of High School.  He is a gifted preacher and evangelist, and for the past 29 years he has tirelessly spread the good news of Jesus throughout Kenya, Tanzania and Uganda.

Then several years ago the Lord captured Harrison's heart with the plight of the thousands of aids orphans in Kenya, many of whom wander as beggars through the slums of Nairobi in their daily search for food and shelter.  Harrison single-handedly took in 30 of these precious kids, rented a tin shack in the slum area of Kibira (outside Nairobi) and hired a local "Mama" to watch them, feed them and get them to school each day.  Some of these children have now reached Middle School age, and Harrison continues to support them by paying their school fees.  He has to negotiate with the school principals to keep them during the school year, as he is often delayed in coming up with the money to cover their room and board as well.  Harrison embodies the compassionate heart of Jesus towards these children who would otherwise have no means of support, and we feel like we're playing a direct role in caring for them through the funds we send each month.

I share Harrison's story for one reason only:  for most of the past 29 years Daphne and I have been Harrison's sole means of support.  He has received some help from a church in Tennessee, but they have since stopped their support due to budget cuts.  Our church has also helped to support Harrison and the aids orphans under his care, but his needs are still enormous.  I called him a few days ago to see how he's doing, only to find out that his daughter Rina has not returned to school this semester because he did not have enough funds to pay her school fees.  Sarah (Harrison's wife) also suffers from hypertension and diabetes, and her medication is very costly.  I don't know why it never occurred to me before to use my blog and the wonder of social media to share my burden for Harrison, but my hope is that some of you may feel called to join us in supporting Harrison and his ministry.  The easiest way you can play a role is to send me a check made out to Jim Myers, and I will then add your contribution to the funds that we send Harrison each month via Western Union.  I realize that I am asking for your trust, but I promise that every penny you send will be sent directly to Harrison in your name - and I am sure that he will want to thank you personally.

If you have any questions, you can write me directly or simply make a comment at the end of this blog - and I will answer you as quickly as I can. 

Kony 2012

Joseph Kony

I just watched the U Tube video "Kony 2012".  I was deeply moved.  I grew up in Kenya, and I've known of the LRA (Lord's Republican Army) for many years.  But I had no idea that Joseph Kony, the leader of the LRA and the one who is responsible for abducting thousands of children and forcing them to become child soldiers and sex slaves... is still alive... and still destroying the lives of African children every day.  It is hard to believe that for more than 20 years Joseph Kony has eluded capture.  Like Osama Bin Ladin, he has clearly mastered the skills of counter intelligence and escape.  Unlike Bin Ladin (whose death only spawned a thousand more Muslim fanatics),  Kony's arrest would effectively end a tragic chapter in African and human history.  It is difficult to imagine how abduction, mutilation, slavery and murder of children could continue unabated for so long, and remain so hidden from worldwide outrage.  I applaud Jason Russell for using today's social media to create a compelling campaign to end Joseph Kony's reign of terror in Uganda and Eastern Africa.  His single-minded passion to rescue the Invisible Children has led to a change in U.S. policy and the deployment of American military advisers to assist the Ugandan Army in the detection and arrest of the #1 target of the International Criminal Court for crimes against humanity.

Just shows what a difference each one of us can make.

Kony 2012 Video Link:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4MnpzG5Sqc

Awkward Moment

Last week our men's group (better known as the 3G group: God, Guys and Guns) decided to change the place we meet every Saturday morning.  For the past several months - ever since we closed the Angry Llama Diner - we've met at another local restaurant for breakfast and Bible study.  The two young ladies who usually serve us just about had all our names and favorite dishes memorized, so no complaints from the old guys on that score.  The problem has been the lack of space to easily seat 15 guys where we could all hear what was going on, and where everyone could join in the discussion.  There's a principle to church growth that applies just as well to small groups:  once people perceive that there's not enough space or when the room starts to feel cramped, the numbers start to drop.  So this past Saturday I gave our waitress the bad news, but she apparently didn't pass the information on to the owner.  About mid-way through our meeting the owner came over to our table to ask if we have some kind of fund for our men's ministry.  "Um, not really" I replied.  "Well", she said, "I want to donate 15% of the proceeds from your breakfast back to your group" and handed me $30.  There was a brief moment of silence, then one of the guys said out loud what we were all thinking: "She doesn't know, does she?"  Awkward pause.  I sure didn't see that one coming.  "Um, well, um...."  I cleared my throat to gain a couple of seconds. "I'm afraid we're moving to a new venue next week.  It's nothing to do with you or your restaurant... we just need more space."  "Oh", she replied, "Where are you going?"  At that moment I was so glad that we weren't moving to another restaurant!  I explained that we would be meeting in the barn on our church property because it will give us the needed room to divide up into small groups.  I promised her that we would sorely miss her awesome breakfasts and that we would come back regularly for a fresh cup of coffee.  You gotta love those small town moments.

That Whisper In My Heart

I just started a book called "The Gift of Prophecy" and I'm loving it.  It doesn't take a new believer long to learn that while all Christians believe in the existence of spiritual gifts, we certainly do not all agree on which gifts are still in operation today.  For much of my Christian life I could probably have been characterized as a Cessationist (meaning the belief that "supernatural" gifts such as healing, prophecy and miracles ceased at the time the Canon of Scripture was established), but in my own experience I was a closet Charistmatic.  I could not deny that at certain moments God had broken through into my normal existence to speak to me in supernatural, undeniable ways.  The problem was those experiences didn't fit my theological perspective at that time.  Today Daphne and I believe both Biblically and experientially that all the spiritual gifts are alive and well.  The past five years have been an incredible adventure as God has communicated with us through dreams, impressions, prophetic words spoken over us, or prophetic words spoken through us.  None of those experiences was spooky or weird in the least, but we came away each time with a deeper sense of wonder and delight at how the Holy Spirit speaks so sweetly and intimately through whispers in our hearts.  Most recently while I was speaking in Gainesville, at least three people (totally unbeknownst to me) had a "God moment" during one of the services where the Holy Spirit spoke to them in an out of the ordinary experience.  And the best part?  I had no idea it was happening  (Actually, that's not totally true; I did have a strong sense during the last service that God was up to something - I just didn't know what).   I spent an hour-and-a-half on the phone with one of the three last night as he shared with me all that God is communicating with him.  At the end of our conversation we both agreed on one point: once we've been surprised by the voice of God, we're ruined for life:  Never again will we be content with only a pragmatic, intellectual faith.  We've been touched by the supernatural.

Sweet Gravel

"Stolen bread tastes sweet, but it turns to gravel in the mouth".  Proverbs 20:17

I'm not sure what King Solomon had in mind when he wrote the words above, but what a great description of the consequences of temptation and sin.  It's the sweetness of temptation (or the perceived sweetness) that draws us in and provides the mental justification we need to eat the stolen bread.  But it never stays sweet to the taste, does it?  It quickly turns to gravel in our mouths and brings with it guilt and shame.  If there was no sweetness to it we would never give in to temptation.  Who would ever be tempted to eat a handful of gravel?  I don't think it matters what form the temptation takes (greed, lust, self-pity), there's always the perception that the sweetness of the stolen bread is worth the price we'll pay.  Maybe we should ask the Lord to remind us of what gravel tastes like the next time we think about stealing some bread.


Three Sides to Every Story

An old friend called me yesterday.  He and his wife have been in ministry for all of their 30+ years of marriage, and they're now separated and considering divorce.  I called the wife several weeks ago and heard her side of the story, which is (big surprise) very different from his version of things.  Proverbs 18:17 says, "The first person to present his case seems right, till another comes forward and questions him."  Daphne and I have realized that in counseling there are always three sides to every story: his side, her side and the truth - which usually lies somewhere in-between.  That's why we always prefer to meet with both spouses when it's a marriage problem because no matter how honest and sincere one person seems we're only getting one side of the equation, and we all have an incredible capacity for self-deception when it comes to our own emotional wounds.  There are two things we try to communicate in every counseling relationship: first, we can't want your healing/recovery more than you do (i.e. this will take some hard work, and it's all on your side); second, there's only one person God wants to change in this situation: you.  "But she's the one with all the problems!  I'm the only one seeing this thing correctly."  Really?  It's amazing how often we want to be the Junior Holy Spirit to change someone else, but we can't or won't hear anything God is trying to get through to us.  If every person in the church was able to hear God for themself and if they would listen to what He says, we would be out of a job as counselors.  95% if the time we're so busy looking at everyone else's faults that we never even stop to consider the darkness in our own hearts.  I guess you could call that job security.