...or blackmail as pictures to display at a future graduation... or wedding!!!
Hmmmmmm, now... let's see... what would you name this series of pictures?
I taught ladies' Bible study again, the last Saturday of May. I was priviledged to have our Regional Coordinator's wife, Diane Marine, join me... and she even snapped a few photos for me. It was a sweet time... although we started, stopped, started again, stopped... and started one last time (thankfully) until we finished - because of a sand storm that blew in off the desert. The guard for the church property had left to buy feed the animals, so we were stuck sitting outside (although we did find a more sheltered spot), trying to study, speak, listen and learn, all the while the storm blew through. I'm still shaking sand out of my Bible - over a week later. :D
I'd like to share what I taught. It was actually a lesson that the Lord postponed. I was supposed to teach the last week in April. However, there was some confusion amongst the women in the church and only my translator (the acting pastor's wife) and myself showed up. We had a nice opportunity to talk and share (more about that another day), and then we each headed on to our next thing. God wanted me to wait on that lesson, however; He knew I'd need it at this time, right now.
Last weekend, we looked at the feeding of the 5000, in John 6. We've been studying through the book of John, studying times when people have "encountered" Jesus. Thus, we continued the same idea... trying to learn about Jesus as he met with men and changed their lives.
"After these things Jesus went over the sea of Galilee, which is the sea of Tiberias. And a great multitude followed him, because they saw his miracles which he did on them that were diseased. And Jesus went up into a mountain, and there he sat with his disciples. And the passover, a feast of the Jews, was nigh. When Jesus then lifted up his eyes, and saw a great company come unto him, he saith unto Philip, 'Whence shall we buy bread, that these may eat?' And this he said to prove him: for he himself knew what he would do. Philip answered him, 'Two hundred pennyworth of bread is not sufficient for them, that every one of them may take a little.' One of his disciples, Andrew, Simon Peter's brother, saith unto him, 'There is a lad here, which hath five barley loaves, and two small fishes: but what are they among so many?' And Jesus said, 'Make the men sit down. Now there was much grass in the place.' So the men sat down, in number about five thousand. And Jesus took the loaves; and when he had given thanks, he distributed to the disciples, and the disciples to them that were set down; and likewise of the fishes as much as they would. When they were filled, he said unto his disciples, 'Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.' Therefore they gathered them together, and filled twelve baskets with the fragments of the five barley loaves, which remained over and above unto them that had eaten. Then those men, when they had seen the miracle that Jesus did, said, 'This is of a truth that prophet that should come into the world.' When Jesus therefore perceived that they would come and take him by force, to make him a king, he departed again into a mountain himself alone." (John 6:1-15, KJV)
This is the only one of Jesus' miracles that is recorded in all four gospels (Matt 14, Mark 6, Luke 7 and John 6). That makes me think it reveals some pretty important information about Jesus. I've heard many sermons on this, heard it taught in Sunday school... I even think there is a song or two about this miracle. This was, however, the first time that I studied it in depth, meditating on it for several weeks, now.
When you study the context, at least from what I found, most scholars figure that about 6 months had passed since the confrontation with the chief Jews in John 5. During that 6 months, Jesus had sent out his disciples 2 by 2 and they had performed great miracles and wonders by the power of his name. John the Baptist had also been beheaded. The disciples had now returned and one theory is that Jesus was trying to escape from the crowds for a few moments - to celebrate and debrief as well as to mourn together with his closest friends and associates.
But the crowds followed them... because of the incredible things Jesus had done. Night begins to fall and the disciples find themselves in an isolated and possibly less than familiar spot with many thousands of people who will soon be getting quite hungry. In one of the other accounts, it says that they approached Jesus and asked him to send the people away in time for them to find a meal.
This is the part that keeps grabbing ahold of my thoughts. I completely understand why the disciples wanted Jesus to send the people away. They were tired - not long returned from an exhilerating but exhausting time of ministry - they didn't have the wherewithal to figure out how to provide for such a great crowd - yet they knew that very soon, these people were going to want to have a very real need met. The disciples could have simply gone out into the crowd themselves and starting pointing people in another direction... but they didn't. Instead, they asked the Lord to send them on their way.
Quite frankly, that is about where I am right now. People are still coming to us... needing... wanting... asking... searching... and I'm tired, very busy, a little afraid about all of the upcoming changes for our family, and just tired from the heat and grind of daily life in this country. In my heart, I keep asking the Lord to just keep these folks away and let me take care of packing, of kids grieving the loss of pets and the only home some of them remember, finishing up last minute projects, and wondering about instability where there has most recently has not been... It seems like way too much too try and handle, so my tendancy is to spend much of my prayer time just asking God to make it diminish... or even better... go away!
Jesus, however, takes the situation and turns it back on the disciples - testing them - and I've been wondering if this wasn't part of their "debriefing." For Jesus knew all along what he planned to do. He asked the disciples a single question: "Where can we buy bread to feed all these people?"
I wonder why he didn't ask a different question: "How are we going to feed all of these people?" or "Do you think we should provide a meal for everyone?" Instead, he knew there would be a meal - he asked his disciples where to find the necessary resources to do so.
Philip responds first, essentially saying, "We can't. There just isn't sufficient money." Andrew, who has been searching about on his own for a solution, then pops up and says "Well, this is what we have to give, but there is no way it will suffice." The Bible does not give Jesus' response, but I wonder what he was thinking. I wonder if he was discouraged - that the disciples had still not learned that he is the need supplier, that he only asks us to give what he asks and nothing more or less, leaving him to do the multiplying work. I identify with the disciples so clearly at this moment. I wish he'd just send them all away so I could have some time with him, some time to rest and prepare for the next big thing on my agenda. But people are still wanting to be fed, still needing to be served... I know there is no way in the world, especially in a place like Niger, that I could even begin to meet the basic needs of even just my neighbors in our little corner of Niamey. Even beginning to contemplate such a thought is overwhelming... and I tell Jesus, "Sorry, Lord. I'm spent." Or, I dig around and rustle up a few ressources that I feel I can contribute, but offer it sheepishly to God saying, "Um, here's what I've got... but it ain't gonna go very far in this situation."
This reminded me of another occasion in Scripture: Moses was leading the Israelites through the desert and they began to demand more to eat than just the manna. It was clearly a situation beyond Moses' power and ability to provide. What did Moses do? He cried out to God. God provided meat.
I asked the ladies what they thought Jesus might have thought about the disciples responses. It was a question that stumped them - I'm not sure if that is because they aren't used to wondering what Jesus might have been thinking or if it is because no response is recorded in God's Word. Jesus simply takes the meager resources that Andrew has located, given by a young boy in the crowd (one who wasn't even counted by men's standards, as the biblical account tells us that there were 5000 men present), blesses those 5 loaves and two fish - and lavishes extravagantly the people with what they most need at that moment.
What would have been the proper response? Two verses come to mind:
Thus, lessons I've learned from this passage include:
On a totally unrelated topic... I'm just wearing the same outfit... here are a couple of photos Brendan snapped of Mary Michelle and myself. She's growing up so fast!
Our race to finish this term well has also begun in earnest - only 7 weeks remain. 
Please forgive us if our posts become less frequent (or even disappear behind the banana trees for a few moments) over the next few weeks.
With 2 different swim competitions, three different schools finishing up their programs for the 2008-09 school year, Nadia's exam preparations, 12 teacher perrformance reviews, moving out of our house, more intense Sheep Tales work and winding up all of our responsiblities, blogging will be a luxury I, unfortunately, won't be able to afford... at least not nearly so often. 
I hope to be back to more frequent and regular posting in just a few weeks. If you check back and there isn't a new post - please take that as an indicator to remember how crazy things are for us right now... and remember to pray for our family. 
I love this outfit - it is so Anna. It is also one of her favorites. Her dad finds it an unlikely and interesting combo, but even he will have to admit that it fits. She is reticent and shy... until she feels comfortable with you. Then she turns into an overly affectionate and silly clown - giving hugs and kisses one minute... sneaking up behind you to scare you the next. When you look at her, she can appear almost delicate... then you try and play keep away with her in the pool... she's vicious!
We've also been remarking of recent just how much she resembles her cousin. I actually had another photo of her standing in the exact same position, squinting into the sun, but deleted it from the camera on accident. (Grrrrrrrr, but that is totally beside the point.) If I was really going to point out the similarities, I could even have her wearing the exact same purple outfit, as it has been handed down and is another "Anna-fave." What do you think? Can you see the similarity?
One of the blogs I read frequently is My Charming Kids, and
I was sitting at the computer, typing furiously away and working on an imminent deadline. The children were out playing on the porch. Before it begins to get uncomfortably hot each day, that is usually where you'll find them. I'd actually poked my head out the door a few minutes earlier to check on what they were up to.
Rebekah was working on homework; Jonathan and Elsie Mae had their Fisher Price characters lined up and were marching around the castle, looking very much like a re-enactment of Joshua and the Battle of Jericho. So several minutes later, when I heard the front door open and Jonathan and Elsie chattering, I didn't think too much of it.
I screamed and jumped, almost knocking the chair over. Mary, sleeping at my feet in her bouncer seat, jumped and screamed… and screamed… and screamed. I guess my reaction scared her. Jonathan and Elsie grinned from ear to ear and and start laughing hysterically. They were quite proud of themselves. When my heart was back down out of throat and into its regular position, I asked those two little "sweeties" to take their toads back outside, before they decided to take a bathroom break in our living room. My children complied and I went about the business of calming the little peanut.
I also sent Rebekah out to snap a few photos to commemorate the occasion, and the seed idea for this blog began to germinate...
I had been startled… and briefly terrified to have two large reptiles shoved in my face. But I wasn't surprised that my kiddos were playing with them. That is a pretty run-of-the-mill occurrence around our house. Be it chameleons, lizards, spiders, ants, jerboas, shrews, geckos, skinks, scarabs, termites, earwigs, water scorpions… yes, even cockroaches… this gang is fascinated by all things creepy, crawly, wiggly, squiggly…
I gave up fighting the trend a long time ago. I remember when Brendan was just a little guy, about Elsie Mae's age. We were at his Grandpa Gene's and Grandma Betty's house visiting. It was there that he discovered frogs for the first time. All I could think was "SALMONELLA."
We were at Gammie's and Gampy's when Rebekah decided she wanted to make friends with a yellow jacket. She cried because she was stung – and because she was broken-hearted that her new friend hurt her (we've since discovered she's allergic to those critters – and she carries an epi-pen when she remembers it, just in case). She's also the one that took off, Crocodile Hunter style, after the monitor lizard we saw in a park in Ougadougou. That lizard was as big as she was at the time. Sometimes I worry that they'll pick up a scorpion and get stung… or turn over a rock to find a cobra (you know, the spitting kind, with lots of venom) or other nasty snake… so far we've had no seriously dangerous encounters.
So... Jonathan and Elsie Mae are convinced that I need to arrange a play date. They are begging to have MckNugget come hang out for the day!
