theexpandingshrink

Happy Birthday, Ruth.

I started out being quite insecure and uncertain about many things. God in His mercy gave you to me to help me become what He wanted me to be, a work still in progress.

He knew I would need a lot of encouragement, patience and love. And you have given me these in abundance.

I bless the day you were born and they said “It is a girl and her name is Ruth”. And I bless the day now over 51 years ago that you said, “I will!”

And I bless this your birthday when we have both surpassed the “three score years and ten” and we both have finally come to see that our age does not define us but we are defined by “every word and every promise that proceeds from the mouth of God.”

And I would propose to you again.

When your life with God begins with a miracle at age 11, what is your life with Him like eight years later when you’re in the middle of college, dating, and the busyness of life? That is what I want to learn from my 18, almost 19-year-old, Belgian granddaughter, Elisa, in our hike through the Ardennes mountains.

At age 11 Elisa said to her parents one day, “I don’t know if there is a God, because he never speaks to me.”

Her parents responded, “Why don’t you take your new guitar and go to your room and worship, because God often speaks as we worship him.”

Sometime later Elisa came back from her room with a big smile and stated to her parents, “God spoke to me: He gave me a song, the words and the music.” She played the song as her mother and father listened through their tears.

Shortly thereafter Elisa was assigned to give a talk in school about an object . She informed her parents she would talk about her guitar and play ‘Yankee Doodle.’

Her father said, “Why don’t you play the song that the Lord gave you?”

She responded, “I could never do that; I am the only Christian in my class; everyone would laugh at me.”

Her father then encouraged her to go to her room and pray for boldness.

She immediately went to her room to pray. She was soon joined by her younger sister Ruby, and they joined together in fervent prayer for boldness. After an hour of prayer she informed her parents that she would play her song at school.

On the appointed day after giving her talk about her guitar she stated that she had a song that she plays at her church. Her teacher invited her to play it.

Elisa closed her eyes tightly and sang loudly so she would not lose her courage. When she opened her eyes, the teacher was crying as were many of the students. The teacher said “That is so beautiful; why don’t you bring your guitar every day and we will sing together as a class?”

This became an almost daily ritual for the rest of the school year.

Elisa’s faith grew stronger as the years went by. She composed more music; she produced an album of her music, and she was invited to sing at country music concerts where the secular participants joined in singing, “Every knee will bow and every tongue will confess that Jesus is Lord.”

This past year has been very demanding. Elisa expects a lot of herself and is very careful and detailed in her work. As a consequence she placed at the top of her class in graphic design college.

However, as we walked together, she admitted that in order to achieve this success, she put everything into her studies and in so doing she sacrificed time with God, her boyfriend and her family.

“Now,” she continued, “I have the satisfaction and acclaim of having done well in college in my first year, but I long for the intimacy of my relationship with Jesus again. It has been over a year since I have written a worship song.”

“I want to open my heart again. I want to find a way to balance my life in the coming year and years so that I don’t push the really important things aside as I did this past year.”

As we walked together, I found myself praying, “Oh, Lord, give Elisa the desire of her heart, and while you’re at it, give me at age 72, the desire of my heart, that we can both find the way to daily nourish our intimacy with you so that You are the inspiration and direction for all we do. “

So I conclude this time with Elisa with the firm conviction that what brought the first miracle brings every miracle, the passionate desperate cry, “Oh God, please ….”

For You did say, “Ask you and you will receive; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened unto you.”

“Do you know my story, Grandpa?” Ruby my 16 year old granddaughter asked.

“Well, parts of it.” I answered, catching my balance as we descended a mountain trail in the Ardennes.

As I turned to face Ruby, memories associated with this vibrant young woman flooded my mind. I remembered the time as a three-year-old when Ruby almost died of febrile convulsions. (My son reminds me that I learned of this accident during a bishop board meeting and that I led my fellow bishops in prayer, crying out, “Let me die, not her.” When my son later questioned my theology, I informed him that grandparents may not be the best theologians.)

I remembered how Ruby as a fifth grader was quickly developing skills as a gymnast. But a severe concussion and coma from a playground accident changed that trajectory, and she decided that she would become a nurse.

I recalled Ruby as a skilled horsewoman, as a sometimes saxophonist and recently as an archery competitor.

And, of course, I knew Ruby as friendly, outgoing and often the center of good times.

But I knew there was more to learn so I responded, “Yes, parts of it;” grabbing on to a branch to slow my descent. “But, tell me more.”

Ruby began, “Well, several years ago I found myself very much enjoying and being influenced by my friends, subtly drifting away from my Christian values.

“Then at a youth group retreat I had a powerful encounter with the loving heavenly Father. He changed my heart; He changed everything. He gave me a freedom to express myself among my friends. If my friends disagree with me, I do not let it trouble me; I just continue expressing God’s love to them.

“Recently a teacher came to me and said with a big smile that she would always remember me because of what happened last year in class. The teacher had said, ‘Oh,God!’ And I immediately said, ‘Don’t take the name of the Lord your God in vain.’

“On another occasion a Muslim boy told a friend, ‘I want to talk to that Protestant girl (as distinguished from Catholic) because I have been reading the Bible and I want to discuss with her what it means.’

“My fellow students and I have discovered that if on occasion we want a break from lectures, we can engage a teacher in discussion. On one such occasion I said, ‘Let’s have a discussion about evolution.’ My fellow students groaned and said, ‘There goes Ruby again.’ One such discussion lasted for over an hour. The teacher asked me why I did not believe in evolution. I responded that I find it more satisfying to believe that I was created by a loving heavenly Father than that I evolved from a monkey. The teacher was so amazed by this that he contacted me again to continue the discussion.

“Several times on my way to school, I encountered some people who are part of a religious cult. I discussed this with my youth leader, and I studied the tenets of their beliefs. The next time I met them, we carried on a conversation and then I asked if I could pray for them. They refused, stating that I would not use the right words. After learning the ‘right words’ I said I could include those words in my prayer. But they still refused.

“But my best story happened recently. I was facing my final 11th grade English exam. It was an oral exam and I needed to be prepared to tell a story and to report on a book. I asked the teacher if I could report on the Bible; she responded that she wanted me to read and report on another book in that She felt I was too familiar with the Bible. I persisted, asking if I could report on a book and still discuss the Bible if there was time. The teacher agreed.

“In the exam I started off by giving the story of how God’s love impacted me. At the end the teacher said ‘I hope what you say is true.’

“Then I asked her if I could pray for her. She seemed somewhat taken aback but agreed. So I prayed that her ‘hope would become a certainty’ for her. She thanked me for the prayer. I later learned that she had given me an ‘A’ in the exam. “

As I reflected on my conversation with Ruby, I realized that she is a climate changer . She enters a ‘space’ and immediately declares that Jesus (not the latest pop singer, actor or athlete) is very important to her. This creates an atmosphere in which faith in Christ is “in the air.” Then people have the freedom to either agree or disagree. But even in disagreeing they are still thinking about faith.

May the contagious faith and love of Ruby help ignite a youth movement in Europe.

And may grandfathers, such as I, become less self-aware as we abandon ourselves anew to our great calling as ‘climate changers.’

Sometimes I am concerned for my granddaughters growing up in secular Europe.

So today I listened carefully as my 12 year old Belgian granddaughter, Julie, a professed Christian, following the ways of the Lord, talked about her daily life as we hiked together through the mountains of the Ardennes.

“About a year ago I thought I had found a new friend from my street. She was my age, fun to be with and interested in the same things. But within days I learned that she was quite different in certain respects, which troubled me.

She resisted what her parents asked of her, demanded her own way of them and did not hesitate to lie. She said for example, that she has a brother and a horse, neither of which are true. Or when I wore my bicycle helmet because my parents instructed me to, she would not wear her helmet even though her parents had asked her to do the same.

One day she asked me to lie for her to her parents. I immediately responded, ‘you can lie if you wish but I will not lie for you or with you.’ Then I walked away from her.

Over the next month I saw little of her but I prayed daily for her. One day she invited me to her birthday party. Since that time we have become very close. She no longer lies about anything and she is more respectful of her parents. In fact her parents said to her, “‘We are glad Julie is your friend.’

She is now my very best friend and I know she will become a Christian because I am praying for her and talking with her about my faith in Jesus.”

As I listened I prayed, “O Lord, help me to be as clear about my identity in Christ and my mission to love people, yet shape the culture around me through gracious truth, even as this young child.”