Life Is a Test

Rick Warren's Purpose Driven Life tells us "life is a test, life is a trust, and life is a temporary assignment."  Connor and I had the privilege of being reminded of this today - especially the part about a test and a trust.  After picking Connor up from school, we stopped by the Walnut Ridge Wal-Mart.  I needed a backpack for my new college adventure.  (More on that at a later date.)  As we were leaving, I noticed a bank envelope lying on the parking lot - you know - the kind they give you when you cash a check or make a deposit.


It had been run over several times.  It looked all grimy and tattered.  So I kicked it with my shoe, and said over my shoulder to Connor, "Might want to pick that up.  See what's in it."  I expected it to be empty, or at best, have someone's deposit ticket inside.  Nope.  Inside the envelope, Connor discovered four twenty's, a ten, a five, a one, and two pennies:  $96.02.


Here's where the TEST comes in.  Connor has been saving money for the last month or so for an Xbox 360.  He's been sticking back money he got for Christmas, and the $10 a week he gets for helping his Mom with the dishes.  He spent his two "snow days" this week scanning ebay, looking for the "deal of the century" on an Xbox.  And an extra $96.02 makes the dream of an Xbox several steps closer to becoming a reality.

Inside the envelope, along with the cash, was a deposit slip.  I said, "Son, the folks at the bank might be able to identify the person who lost this money with that deposit slip.  What do you think?"  And my son passed one of life's tests.  He responded, "If I had lost $96.02, I'd sure want someone to try and get it back to me."

I was right.  The bank teller was able to look back through that day's transactions and match the money with its rightful owner.  And, I hope the person who lost it takes time to thank God for its return.  Maybe it will help put food on their table, or buy gas to get to work, or buy medicine for a sick child.  Hopefully some of it will end up in a church offering plate, where it can continue to be a blessing to the Kingdom.  But it may go to buy booze, or cigarettes, or drugs.  It may be wasted on lottery tickets or junk food.  It may provide help through a tough winter, or provide the means to help destroy a person's life.  Only God knows.

But that's not mine or Connor's problem.  Tonight we will rest with a clear conscience.  We passed the test - at least this time.  And life is filled with them.  But one right decision equips and enables a person to make another right decision.  I'm proud of a son who, like his dad, no doubt struggled inwardly - if only for a mili-second - with what to do.  The temptation was real.  No one was looking.  It was cold, hard, untraceable CASH.  And $96 looks like $960 when you're thirteen!

But Proverbs 13:11 says, "Money that is gained in the wrong way disappears.  But money that is gathered little by little grows."  Sounds like God has a plan that works.  Xbox or not, Connor and I are doing it His way.    

Mystery

I've been thinking a lot lately about the mysteries of following God.  I know:  deep subject for such a shallow mind.  And not to suggest I know all about following God - intellectually, practically, or otherwise.  I just know that no matter how long I serve Him, no matter where His mission for me leads, I remain amazed at how He goes before us, preparing hearts, providing resources, bringing all the pieces together like only He can.

It dawned on me the other day that until a few months ago, I'd never heard of Alicia, AR.  But because of the partnership Wellspring Church enjoys with Alicia Baptist Church, this small farming community will forever be a piece of the jigsaw puzzle of my life. 

I wonder what the next "puzzle piece" will look like?  Where will it be?  No one knows but the Puzzle Maker Himself.  All I can know for sure is this:  He is faithful.  His Word promises that He has "prepared in advance" work for us to be a part of.

"Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known." 

Like I said:  a mystery.

Anticipation

I've never had a kid, at least not personally.  My wife, however, has done a fine job of delivering three beautiful babies.  And the thing I remember most is the waiting.  Waiting to find out whether we're having a boy or girl, waiting and wrestling to find the perfect name, and waiting, waiting, waiting for the birth to finally happen.  That's why it's the "waiting room."  But when they finally arrive...wow.  Look what God did!

I'm reminded of those three amazing birth events in our family as we wait on the birth of Wellspring Church.  God has planted within us the vision, the hunger, and the resolve to see this new work begin.  Now comes the waiting.  Tick.  Tock.  Tick.  Tock.  I'm find encouragement in the words of the apostle Paul from Romans 4:17, who reminds us we serve a God who "calls things that are not as though they were." 

Anticipation.  Waiting.  Longing.  But I am confident that soon, in God's perfect timing, it will happen.  Ane then we'll say, "Wow.  Look what God did!"

Church Planting Is For Fools

Okay, some of you are already offended.  So, let me elaborate.  I've pastored for around eleven years.  Started out scared to death, which is a good thing.  Totally dependent on God.  But, at the same time surrounded by other "successful" pastors who seemed to have it together.  If I'm honest, the tendency was to "model the minions."  Do what they do...walk where they walk...act like they act.  You get the picture.  As much as we want to be unique and outstanding in our field (insert farming joke here), we also want to be accepted, included, respected by our peers.
Such is not the case for the church planter.  Like it or not, his peer pool is limited.  Other pastors look at him like he's seen a burning bush and effectively had all his facial hair burned off.  He is commonly viewed as the "freak who couldn't cut it" in the traditional church.  Maybe they're right.  All I know is this:  there's something exciting about returning to the days of being scared to death and totally dependent on God.  Call me a fool.  I'm cool with it!