Life with a View

We recently read a book called "Life with a View" and I thought it was an appropriate title for our lives as well. Some days we enjoy the view (this is the view from our cabin), other days we are confused by it, and still other days the view appears dark and cloudy. However, the view is distorted by our own sinful perspectives and our beliefs about God, because we actually do live what we believe. As we learn to speak truth to ourselves and not listen to lies, our view becomes clearer to His ways. We know that He knows what He is about and that all He does is good, because He is good (Psalm 119:68). Sometimes all we can do is sit back and watch God work out all things for our good, and then the view becomes glorious!

Wedding Bells and Vows

Weddings are always fun to plan, to attend and to look at pictures on facebook! Weddings also make us think about our own vows we took one day a long time ago. It is a time for new beginnings for some and for a renewal of what used to be for others. This summer the girls and I all had to practice three words of something we were working on growing in. For example, my three words were "I am sorry" in order to work on humility and confession. Becca's words were "Let it go" and Melissa's words were "I love you." As Brad and I gave the new couple marriage advice, we told them to keep reminded themselves of truth and practicing the three words like "let it go," "die to self" and "close one eye." (to the others' faults) These truths were a good reminder to us and our own marriage relationship. Now we are on a mountain, without children, just the two of us -a new phase in our marriage and a good time to practice what we have been preaching to our kids!

Transitions

Our lives are in constant flux, as change is inevitable. But do we change through the change? As we go from life event to life event, with the circumstances such as graduations, weddings, anniversaries, moving, etc. surrounding each event, do we simply adapt, do we just survive, or do we actually change too? I see our sovereign Father handing us each event and asking us to be good stewards of them, by learning from them, serving others through them, and somehow honoring Him with our actions and reactions to them. May I emerge more like Him, as i go through each tunnel of transition.
II Cor 3:18 - But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as from the Lord, the Spirit.

the elderly

Some friends and I had taken a boat to an island off the coast. the ruins we saw under the clear turquoise water were reminders of civilizations past. we stopped at the small island to see the castle on the top of the hill; however, we never entered the castle ruins. we wandered around the small island that was blooming with flowers and pomegranate trees. goats and rams were unloaded from small boats and tied up outside the small dwellings in preparation for the sacrifice the next day. as we wandered around taking in all the smells and quaint sights, an elderly lady drinking juice from a box, called us over to talk to her. She was blind and had many aches and pains that she wanted to tell someone about. I talked with her, held her hand, but refused to sit down beside her explaining that we were on a tour of her island. She was very insisted and after we left her, i was had a twinge of remorse that i did not take the time to sit and listen to her heart. i had more important things to do it seemed. we keep on walking trying to find the path that would lead us toward the docks where we could sit and enjoy a cup of tea. we passed by a small house and heard moaning sounds coming from the window. as we drew closer we realized it was a elderly woman in bed rocking back and forth, groaning either from physical pain or from a broken heart. as we sat in our boat back to the mainland, my heart was saddened by these two elderly women, for whom Christ died, that would not have much of a chance to hear the good news tucked away on a tiny island. who was caring for them? would they die without hope? i vowed that next time i would forgo my cup of tea to take time to listen to the elderly, knowing that one day i will be one too.

cemetery stroll

This morning i decided to take a walk with my headphones in and i stumbled across a Muslim cemetery. It was well kept, as far as Turkish cemeteries go, with rock paths and patches of grass. As it was the Sacrifice Holiday this week, many fresh flowers were on the graves and people would come to pray for their dead. I strolled along the path reading the tombstones of each grave. Some were of children who died the day they were born or in early childhood. Others were older graves, like one where the date of birth was 1337 and the date of death was 1997. When Ataturk changed the Turkish calendar from the Islamic calendar to the Gregorian calendar, the dates changed from 1300s to the 1900s. so the man was not 660 years old but actually 60 years old! But the saddest parts of the tombstones were the inscriptions, which represented real people who lived and died in real time and are now in a Christless eternity. Many of them would say Aunt, Uncle, Grandma and maybe what they did in life for a living, the Butcher, Banker, Coffee Maker. Their identities being in their family or their jobs. Some were inscribed with how good of a person they were, how they would rest in peace or even be happy in the afterlife.

Most tombstones were inscribed with the words "Surah Fatiha," which is the first chapter of the Qur'an. Verse 4 says, "the Owner of the Day of Judgement," which means after death there will be Day of Judgement on which one's deeds are accounted for. Before the Day of Judgement and after death, there are grave questions, which are to be answered correctly based on practices while alive. The 3 questions are as follows:
Who is your Lord?
What is your Religion?
Who is your messenger(prophet)?

As i wandered around in sadness, i was listening to Newsboys song called You are my King:

I'm forgiven because You were forsaken
I'm accepted, You were condemned
I'm alive and well, Your Spirit is within me
Because You died and rose again
Amazing love, how can it be
That You, my King, should die for me?

It made me think of how Christ died like these people did, but He rose again, and therefore, i will rise again too one day. These Turks don't know the amazing love of God that their King had died for them. these truths made me sad but at the same time enlivened my spirit with a new vigor to tell those around me of this amazing love and that they too can be forgiven and call Jesus "Lord" at the end of their lives.

Culture at the vet

I took our cat, Sunny, to out Turkish vet last week. As i was waiting in the sitting room, i became a part of a conversation between the vet and a lady whose rabbit had just died.
"But i can't bear to tell her that it died, so i lied to her and said that we had to take it to the hospital."
The vet replied,"of course, we will keep to that story when she comes in."
"Should i tell her that the rabbit died? She cries every day now about it."
"The best thing to do is to tell her the truth, she needs to deal with the realities of life at a young age. If you don't tell her now, then when a relative dies and you lie to her, she will not be ready to deal with reality of death then either."
"Ok, i will tell her then."
(she turns to me at this point to ask my opinion on the subject matter)
The vet continued, "but we will tell her that the rabbit died in the hospital so as to not make you out to be liar!"
This discussion was a good window into the Turkish culture of lying to protect our loved ones from pain. Often they don't not tell a loved one that their relative has died and so hide it from them as much as they can. My biblical response: speak the truth in love. often times as Westerners we speak the truth too abruptly without thought of the affect it might have on the hearer. But living in turkey has often made me question my cultural values: are they biblical ones as well or just cultural? Yes, lying is wrong and one of the sins that God hates. (proverbs 6:16-17) But how and when we go about telling the truth might be a cultural value. So God give me the grace to tell the truth and the wisdom to know when and how to do it!

permissions granted!

Another example of God's grace....the operating permissions for Sakintepe were granted not by the officials but by our Lord, the Ruler of heaven and earth. While brad sat in the municipality office waiting to see the head man who would sign the permissions, he talked with several other businessmen who were not granted their operating permissions. We realized that our previous denial was not against us as Christians or even as Americans, but just a part of living here in Turkey. They too were suffering the consequences of a difficult government. So was it finding someone who knew someone in the office, or was it drinking a zillion cups of tea, or was it our perseverance in calling different key people, or was it anything we had done to make this possible? i believe that we have to be faithful in what He has called us to do, but really it has nothing to do with us. He is the sovereign God who moves hands, removes kings, who causes people to sign permissions. As i was recently reading in Job, i came across these words, "I know that you can do all things; no plan of yours can be thwarted." (Job 42:1-2)It is a comfort to know that His plans cannot be thwarted by men and that He will do what He wants with this retreat center, and all to His glory! I just sit back and marvel at the works of His hand and His intervention on the behalf of His children, whom He dearly loves.