Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Time is Money?

I keep thinking this is going to be over soon. In the midst of every complaint that comes to my mind, God makes me acutely aware that things could always be worse.

When I was in heretoday, we played a few shows with a band called Slingshot 57. These guys were genuine, excellent musicians and strong Christ followers. In fact, Paul, their bass player, is now in Run Kid Run. At one show, they had a table with about 20 little info cards with pictures of kids who needed help. I asked Paul what they were for, and he explained they had partnered with Mission of Mercy to sponsor children. I took a look at the cards and decided to sponsor a little girl in a different country (details omitted because this is the interwebs). I wasn't making much money at the time (sadly, I was making more then than I am right now), but I decided it was worth it to help someone out and maybe develop a relationship with someone so far away and in so much need. I'll explain why this is important to my situation in a bit.

During the past eight months, I have had to cling to God more tightly than ever before in my life for everything. When I was offered a job, I foolishly thought that would be the end of my troubles and that Katie and I would soon be returning to our comfortable lives with plenty to save, give and spend. The reality is that I am now working at home for 100% commission, and I have not earned a penny. I was working in the office for the first couple of months, but the environment was such that on Sunday afternoons I would begin to experience chest pains that intensified on Monday mornings, and did not subside until I was home in the afternoons. I spoke with the owner, who said I could work from home for commission, which to me is better than the alternative of not working at all or potentially having an MI while at the office.

It is a strange dynamic to be thankful to God for everything while fighting the temptation to be frightened out of my wits about how the next month's bills are going to be paid. I have tried to explain this to Katie... how I can be calm in the midst of all this. It is not easy, and it is certainly not easy for her. Right now, we believe Katie is being called to serve as much as she can with the church as opposed to working for a paycheck. This really does not make sense to a lot of people - especially given the circumstances. When I am faced with odd looks after this is discussed I am reminded of the rich young ruler. Jesus never told anyone who asked him what they should do to save their money, keep their belongings, accrue wealth, or buy a nice house. He said to sell it all, give the money to the poor and follow him. I am convicted of that almost daily when I wake up in my king size bed, walk into the living room to play games on my XBox which is hooked up to my 50" TV and 5.1 surround sound system; or work on videos, music, etc. on this iMac and am then tempted to pity myself. That girl in that other country lives in a house made of concrete blocks. I am ashamed to tell her what I do with my time. I am embarrassed at the relative wealth I have compared to the wage her father makes and struggles to support his family with. I never had the need to be sponsored as a child, and for that I am grateful.

On the other side of this, Katie and I have been involved with Barefoot Church here in North Myrtle Beach. I cannot explain how it is that we are in nearly identical positions with this church as we were at Stafford Crossing after being here for less than two months. When I am at Barefoot, I know I am doing what God has given me to do for now. It is the boat, and everything else is the storm. My job situation, finances, car, future, dreams... all of it feels like the wind that distracted Peter and caused him to doubt. I cannot take my focus from Jesus and place it on the wind. I can never do that because Jesus is the only one keeping me above water.

He is my only hope. I know I am alive right now and I am exactly where I am locationally, physically, spiritually and emotionally because God wants me here. Today, I was going through mail we've received and haven't been able to look at since the move. I found a letter from that little girl in that other country.

I was having a mini-freak out session internally at the time, and I started to read the letter. Next to what she had written in her vernacular were three translated words in the middle of the page: "I love you." I have never seen this girl in person, I have never been to where she is and I may never see her face to face. All I know is that God loves her the same as He loves me, and He is providing for both of us every day.