Saturday, March 23, 2013

For Now We Really Live

It’s amazing really. Here we are dealing with a letter written nearly 2000 years ago, in a language not our own, by a person very much unlike us, and to a people equally not like us. And yet, sometimes the scribbled words from antiquity reach off the papyrus page, extending deep into my being and pull, or better yet, yank at the heartstrings attached to my daily experience. Its moments like that when my concentration on “work” suddenly takes a backseat to reflection on the important lesson to be learned. That’s exactly what happened early last week.

The Gmz translators and I have been attending the hortatory discourse workshop where we are challenged with discovering how the Gmz language most naturally communicates things such as the exhortations and lengthy argument-based explanations found in the New Testament epistles. The first week was pretty much laying a foundation, allowing us to get familiar with the Gmz texts that we had collected and brought for our research. The second week forced us a bit deeper into Biblical texts, as the instructor has not been afraid to challenge us with the more difficult translation issues found in Paul’s epistles. In one such exercise, we were given the assignment to translate 1 Thess 3:8 which in the NIV reads, “For now we really live, since you are standing firm in the Lord.”

I don’t really like translating a verse like this without having translated the ideas that led up to it. But, the workshop instructor didn’t give us much time to finish our exercise and so we tried to launch into it cold turkey. Ok, the Gmz don’t have a generic word for “live” so that was a challenge right away. The idea of “standing firm” requires a descriptive phrase as well, which means that neither of the clauses could be whipped out without first digging deeper into what this verse was talking about. What does Paul mean that they are now really living? And in what way are the Thessalonians standing firm? Even though this was just an exercise and the clock was ticking, I had to back up to the previous context for clarification. As I read starting back in verse one, I could see that Paul was very much distressed about not hearing from the Thessalonians while he waited in Athens. When he could stand it no longer, he sent Timothy up to Thessalonica to encourage the new believers and to return to Paul quickly with a report. Verses three and four talked about the oppression that the Thessalonian believers were enduring and verse five mentioned Paul’s fear that through the persecution, Satan may have snatched away their new faith.  At this point I remembered what Acts 17 said about Paul’s ministry in Thessalonica ending abruptly when violent persecution broke out (specifically against Paul and Silas’ host, Jason).  Verse six reports Timothy’s return and the good news of believers staying strong in their faith. And so verses seven and eight are Paul’s rejoicing in this good news, “In all our distress…we have been comforted…” culminating in this important phrase, “For now we really live, since you are standing firm…” Just as I finished explaining all of this background to the translation team, something inside of me clicked and I stopped mid sentence. Looking up from the computer, I locked eyes with Work’u, then back down at the table. “Work’u I haven’t told you about the text message I got last night…”

I relaxed into the backrest of my chair, and two of the three translators did likewise – Work’u leaned forward. “Well actually, I want all of you to hear this. Dewaan is from Work’u’s clan, but you all know and respect him. I told you last week that his wife had a difficult labor and gave birth to their first baby, a boy, who sadly died about 24 hours later. You all know your culture, how are Dewaan’s unbelieving parents going to respond to that? What will the witch doctor say about the baby’s death?” The Gmz guys looked at me a moment with wide eyes, heads shaking with understanding, Thomas responded, “We know, people all around them are going to be saying things against their faith in God. It will not be easy, but Dewaan’s faith is strong!” I raised my eyebrows and said, “I thought so too, but last night, I got a text message from down there saying that Dewaan was blaming his baby’s death on a curse.” The words cut deep into the Gmz translators’ minds as they started to mutter to one another.  After a bit, Janey looked up, “That is really not good.” I went on, “And think about it, Work’u, you know that Dewaan is the primary teaching elder in the church, and a member of the Gesas translation team, if his faith is shaken, what does that mean for the rest of the believers?” I crossed my arms and stared blankly past my friends across the table as they processed this new information with each other. When their conversation turned to silence, I added one last comment, “I want so badly to talk with Dewaan…to find out the condition of his faith…Work’u have you talked with him lately?” Work’u shook his head, “I haven’t been able to get a hold of him.” When I felt it appropriate, I continued, “We all want to hear from Dewan, don't we, but look,” I turned our attention back to the computer, “this is the exact feeling that Paul had about the Thessalonians. He knew that they were going through a huge trial in their faith, and he wanted so badly to receive a report that they were standing firm. Paul didn’t have a mobile phone, so he sent Timothy. For days he waited, in great distress he says, then finally Timothy came with the good report that the Thessalonian believers were standing strong. In the excitement of that good news, Paul says, ‘For now we really live!’ meaning ‘We can finally breathe easy again!’ If our Timothy walked into the room right now and delivered good news of Dewaan’s faith standing strong, we would know exactly what Paul meant in this statement!” The meaning was crystal clear.

Two days later, thanks to a good mobile connection, Timothy’s good news arrived - Dewaan’s faith is in fact standing firm through this amazingly difficult trial. And now we really live too!

Friday, March 15, 2013

A Simple Prayer

I must confess, I partially write blogs for purely selfish reasons. Blogs are stories I want to remember. Blogs are lessons I never want to forget. Blogs are me processing what is going on in my life or in my head. I have an amazing wife who expresses amazing love to me with her listening ears, which is very important for someone like me who processes life best out loud. Blog writing is another form of verbal processing, and I am appreciative of those of you who lend your ears (or in this case eyes).

Last week’s blog about feeling “empty” was a long time coming and I appreciate those of you who have prayed for us in that. Even before writing the blog, I had the thought, “Maybe my carving this story and its application into the stone of internet permanence will be just the trigger I need to break out of this emptiness rut.” And so I started. The words came quickly and I revisited some thoughts and feelings that that never managed to reach expression on my lips. When I wrote the concluding line, “Running on empty is ok, but only as long as a filling station is in sight! Which in my case it is…that is, if I have the eyes to see it!” I took my hands off the keyboard and said “Alasaja” which in Gmz means “That’s it!” As long as I focused on my exhaustion in relation to never-ending road of work that lies ahead of me, I saw no hope of refreshment. But as soon as I changed my focus to that of serving God to travel only as far as the strength he gives me allows, my joy in the work and my hope for successfully navigating the road ahead returned almost immediately. I closed the blog with my honest prayer, and soon after went to bed. The next morning, while walking to the office along the dirt road outside my house, I prayed a very simple, one-sentence prayer, “Lord, fill me up that I might be emptied again.” And as I turned the corner toward the big Orthodox Church in our neighborhood, there was a noticeable bounce in my step. And you know what? Praying that simple prayer each morning has kept that bounce fresh there despite navigating through an unusually complicated week. 
I attribute the extra energy to God’s daily refilling, although I must admit, the homemade strawberry-banana ice cream we made Tuesday night certainly helps in some way! J

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Fill "Er Up!

A line in a song this morning in church caught my attention. Following along with the new song on the powerpoint screen above our heads, I heard my mouth thanking God for my having been filled with his blessing, filled with his love, joy, peace, etc. Despite being unfamiliar with the song, my mouth had no problem vocalizing the words, that is, until my mind shot in an honest protest, “Hey, the only thing that is ‘full’ in your life lately has been your to-do lists.” Sadly, my mind was right. My gauge of energy levels, joy, passion, and awareness of God’s blessing in my life has been reading much closer to empty these past few weeks and it doesn’t take much intelligence to know that one can’t get very far, when running on fumes. “Yes, Lord, I admit, I’ve been feeling rather empty lately.”

 

But just as my mind was chastising my mouth for blatant hypocritical singing, the song took an unexpected turn and my mouth gladly followed its course: “I have been filled up that I might be emptied again.” Though not necessarily a new idea, it brought fresh insight to me today - filled with the purpose of being emptied in service to others. Yes, I have been feeling rather empty lately, stretched thin by the recent demands of the project, service to our organization and general life over here, but it helps to recognize this emptiness as part of the cycle God desires in us.

 

That doesn’t mean that running on empty is a good thing for sustained service. Just last Thursday, I had a particularly tiring day, mostly frustrated by yet another opportunity to help the Gmz people, this time in the area of literacy and the production of a dictionary. Of course I want to and even feel obligated to help, but can I take on another project? To make a long story short, there was talk of possibly calling the literacy teachers from all over our region for a 1-week workshop in which we (the translation team) could discuss our usage of the government-approved alphabet and spelling rules. It would be a great opportunity to help bring better understanding to the teachers and more uniformity to the Gmz school curriculum. So in talking with the two foreigners involved with the literacy project, I mentioned the first possibility that came to mind. “Well after two more weeks of this workshop, I have one empty week before the branch conference, could it be possible to do it then?” My German colleague across immediately shot back “Sure, it’s no problem, we have the budget to pay perdiams and we could host the teachers, but…” He stopped in mid-sentence and stared directly at me, “No, you need that week to take rest…” Then he paused, and in a moment of silence, looked at his partner in the project, both of which have felt the weight of having invested so much for so long, “Don’t do what we have done to ourselves.” Enough said, as I know very well the history of service represented in those two, not to mention the multiple burnouts which have left very real scars in their lives.

 

I sat down in my seat as the new song continued to fill the sanctuary above my bowed head. Grabbing an index card from my Bible and a pen from my pocket, I scribbled the words down: I have been filled up that I might be emptied again. Running on empty is ok, but only as long as a filling station is in sight! Which in my case it is…that is, if I have the eyes to see it!  Lord, fill me up with whatever I need for this next week…no. Scratch that, fill me with whatever I need for today, and then again tomorrow, and the day after that…that I might be emptied again and again in helping bring Scripture to your people who proudly call themselves Gmz. Without your filling, I have nothing left to give!