Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | April 3, 2019

Miracles in Kawempe

Kawempe is one of the poorest and most densely populated divisions of Kampala, Uganda. Most of the folks who call Kawempe home manage to live on less than two dollars per day. Think about that the next time you place your order at Starbucks — two dollars per day — or the next time you fill your cart at the grocery store.

Living on two bucks a day means that every penny that comes into the household must be used for essentials — like food, mostly food. That leaves almost no discretionary money for anything else. Life for the poor of Kawempe is dismal and suffocating. When people here dream of the future, that future is shortened to a day or two out at best.

Enter Robert Nabulere and his wife Rose. Robert is Ugandan by birth and grew up in poverty. He understands what it’s like to wonder where the next meal will come from. Robert and Rose came to Kawempe more than a dozen years ago with a vision to make a difference in the lives of the poor. For them, that meant introducing Jesus Christ into the equation because they believe that apart from Him things will just not add up.

When Robert and Rose came to Kawempe to plant Miracle Centre Kawempe Church, they became burdened for the welfare of the kids — the many kids who were not in public schools. The poor here cannot afford to pay for uniforms for their kids to sit in classrooms with ratios as high as a hundred and twenty students to one teacher. They can’t afford to pay for school lunches. So, they don’t go to school.

Robert and Rose both dreamed of a better future for the kids in Kawempe. They had the vision to look beyond the depressing actualities to behold the possibilities — what could happen if they invested in the lives of Kawempe’s poor. So, they trusted God and got to work.

In May of 2008, they rented a home on a large lot to start the Miracle Destiny Primary School. They defined their vision as seeking the kingdom of God in education and their purpose as guiding children into their destiny with godly wisdom. They started with sixteen kids from the poorest homes. Today, their primary school enrollment has grown to 264 students plus a faculty that shares their vision.

In recent years, Robert and Rose purchased a large piece of property in the bush and have transformed it into a beautiful residential campus for secondary level students. One-hundred-seventy-five students from Kawempe currently live on that campus. They have just completed extra buildings to house even more students in the coming months.

A few months ago, Robert and Rose were able to secure a small piece of property in crowded Kawempe. The purchase of that property was miraculous in itself. Plans are to build a multi-story school to make room for even more children from Kawempe’s poorest homes. This summer, the kids who attend Kingsland’s Vacation Bible School will raise funds to kick off construction of this new campus. We will give these funds in memory of Cooper Potts. Cooper faithfully attended VBS at Kingsland throughout his childhood.

Every time I visit Robert and Rose I am amazed at the great stories I hear about how God is using the Miracle Destiny schools to bless families. This week I visited the home of a single mom whose only daughter is a top student at the primary school. Rebecca has attended the school for years and now can see a brighter future. She dreams of becoming either a doctor or a teacher. Her mother nods in agreement.

If you wonder whether miracles still happen, I assure you that they do. There is no other way to explain what is happening in the slums of Kawempe. God is using Pastor Robert and Rose to serve despair its eviction papers — one home and one child at a time. I have witnessed miracles in Kawempe.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | March 10, 2019

Better Than Advertised

For years I have heard (from a variety of sources but mostly from grandparents) that becoming a grandparent is one of the most amazing experiences in life. Some have even boasted that the experience is so good they wish they had had grandkids first — a pretty strong endorsement for grandparenthood.

On the morning of Valentine’s Day of this year, I officially joined the grandparent brigade when Mila Noelle entered the world. I loved Mila long before she arrived — but when I finally saw and then held her in my arms for the first time, I felt something I could not put into words. It was a new and deeper dimension of love.

And then it happened. I had hardly clocked one whole minute as a new grandfather when I realized that being a grandfather is indeed far better than advertised. Totally true!

Well, things are about to get even better. A few weeks ago, my youngest daughter Gina and her husband Casey announced that Gina is pregnant. Cheryl and I could not have been more excited. Although they immediately shared the news with us, they waited three-months before making their news public.

They waited because Gina’s first pregnancy had ended in a miscarriage. That news was hard on all of us because we had already fallen in love with the precious baby that Gina was carrying. And although we never had the opportunity to meet that child, we believe that one day we will. We now have one more compelling reason we long for heaven.

Today is my oldest daughter Niki’s birthday. Gina and Casey chose this already special day to call our family together to reveal the gender of their child. Gina made the reveal lots of fun. We are thrilled to learn that our next grand baby will be a girl — due to arrive on August 18.

Two grandkids in one year! Never in our wildest dreams could Cheryl and I have envisioned such a blessing. Our joy could not be any higher. We are counting the days until we hold our newest granddaughter in our arms. I can’t help but think that, once again, God is going to take our love deeper still.

I am fortunate to have grown up with four grandparents who loved me. No complaints about my childhood, due in large part to my amazing grandparents. I treasured every moment with them when I was a kid. As an adult, I treasure every memory we made together.

Cheryl and I want to do the same thing for our grandkids. We don’t know how much time we have remaining to enjoy them but we are determined to make the most of the time we have. We want for them to look back and treasure the time we were privileged to spend together. We want to love and bless them. And we want for others to know that being a grandparent is amazing — far better than advertised.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | February 24, 2019

Caring for Katy 2019

For the past twelve years, Kingsland has set aside a day on which to close the doors of the church on a Sunday. Instead of attending church on that day, we mobilize our people to go out into the community to be the church. The impact of a couple thousand people all serving our community on a single day is huge.

Today’s Caring for Katy was a remarkably good day. The weather was perfect. All of our community groups mobilized to move in the direction of people in need, to serve alongside many of our local ministry partners, and to do the kind of good works that glorify God and make a difference in the lives of others.

Months in advance of this big day of service, we challenge our community groups to look at our community as Jesus would. That means slowing down enough to look carefully to the right and to the left — to develop a peripheral compassion that can spot needs in places that are otherwise easily overlooked. And then, to determine how they can move in the direction of that need to make a difference.

One of the best things about Caring for Katy is that we encourage each of our groups to involve every member of the family in meeting needs. Family is important at Kingsland. And serving others is an important part of the spiritual formation of family members.

Good things happen when families serve together, especially in the hearts of our kids. They discover that there is a special joy that comes from serving. They witness the gratitude of the beneficiaries of their service. They begin to understand that they do not have to wait until they are all grown up to help make our world a better place.

Caring for Katy is not the only day in which we serve our community. We also encourage our community groups to take ownership of service initiatives that we engage in throughout the year. But the beauty of Caring for Katy is that we corporately do on a single day what our community groups do throughout the year.

Twelve years of Caring for Katy has changed the way many people in our community think about God. Because we have consistently moved in the direction of people in need, people in need consistently move in our direction. Those in need of help, healing, and hope know that we care because we so consistently demonstrate God’s love in practical ways.

Today’s Caring for Katy is now history. Once again, we allowed God to use us to pen His distinctive signature across hearts and homes throughout Katy and beyond. And God did something in each of our hearts as well. Thanks to each and every individual young and old who served today. Thank you for Caring for Katy.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | February 14, 2019

Best Valentine’s Day Ever

I am in love, so in love. In a way I never could have imagined. In a way that I can’t quite put into words. At 10:36 this morning, a precious little girl tipping the scales at 7 pounds and measuring barely 19 inches long changed my life. Without saying a word, her arrival ushered me into a deeper dimension of love.

For the past nine months, we have anxiously awaited the arrival of Mila (pronounced me-la) Noelle. A few days ago my son Jonathan and my daughter in law, Aubrey, shared the very good news that Mila would arrive on Valentine’s Day.

A Valentine’s Day baby — what could be better. My own sweet grandmother was born on February 15, 1900, so even if Mila arrived a day late it would be super special to have her share a birthday with her great, great grandmother.

Cheryl and I arrived in Lewisville last night, just in time to see Jonathan and Aubrey off to the hospital. Seeing them drive off brought back so many memories of the night we drove to the hospital for Jonathan’s birth. It seemed surreal that Jonathan would become a dad in a matter of hours — and that we would become grandparents.

Cheryl and I met Aubrey’s family at the hospital this morning to welcome Mila into the world. She was ready to make her entrance. Within an hour of arriving at the hospital, Mila was born. The minute the nurse gave us the green light to go to the room, nine of us anxiously made our way down the hallway to meet Mila.

I could not hold back the tears when I saw her. I just stared in amazement at the beautiful gift we had all received. She just took my breath away. Here was the first fruits of a new generation of our family. I am now a grandfather of a beautiful little granddaughter. What a gift.

My grandfather was 66 years old when I was born and lived another 30 years. He was my dearest friend growing up. How ever many years I have left to live, they will certainly be enriched because of Mila Noelle. I hope that Cheryl and I are around to enjoy her for a long time.

Welcome to our world, to our family, and to our hearts little Mila. You are a precious gift from God and we will treasure you always. You made today the best Valentine’s Day ever!

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | January 11, 2019

Honoring Cooper’s Memory

In September of last year, I received a text message from my friend Kara Potts. I had just returned home from Rwanda the day before and was at a birthday celebration. Gil Harris was celebrating his 60th birthday and his family had asked me to say a few words about our friendship.

Kara’s message came just moments before I was to speak. When my phone vibrated I took a quick peek to see who was texting. With a quick swipe of my finger I read Kara’s message: “Cooper passed away.”

It didn’t register.

I replied with a single word — “What?” And then, hoping that it was not true, I typed out “Cooper?”

A few days later I spoke again, this time at Cooper’s memorial service. Cooper’s family had asked that in lieu of flowers, gifts be made to Kingsland’s missions ministry. In the days following the service, the outpouring of gifts was so great that it moved the meter to the generous end of the scale.

A key initiative that will be funded by gifts to Cooper’s Memorial Fund is a center to train Christian children’s workers in Nepal. This center will be dedicated to equipping Nepali Christian leaders in best practices and teaching methods they can use in their cultural context.

This past week, my friend Gil accompanied me to Nepal for meetings with our partners. The focus of our meetings was to lay the groundwork for the purchase of land and to outline the details concerning how this training center will operate. We covered everything from legal issues to the hiring of instructors. We also sketched out conceptual drawings of the building.

After sixteen hours of meetings over a two and a half day period, we settled on action plans, timetable for construction, and a bunch of other details that we must address as we move ahead. Barring anything unforeseen, we hope to dedicate this center by the end of this year.

The first thing our partners asked me to share was Cooper’s story. They wanted to know what kind of person he was, how he lived his life, why so many came to his funeral, and how his family is coping with his loss. They leaned in as I shared and were visibly moved by Cooper’s story.

And then they each took a turn to express their gratitude for the center that will honor Cooper’s memory. “Although Cooper is in heaven,” one said, “God will continue to use his life to help us reach many children in Nepal.” They all promised do their respective parts in guiding the work of the center to fulfill its intended purpose and to honor Cooper’s life and memory.

In the Hebrew language, the word “honor” comes from a word that means “to have weight.” In ancient times nomadic peoples carried everything they had with them. Someone who owned much was said to carry a lot of weight. The word honor came to mean to give weight or consideration to another.

And so we honor Cooper by giving weight to his life and consideration to his memory.

We have much work to do over the coming months. Our prayer is that the ministry of this center will impact the lives of children even beyond our own generation. Cooper would have liked that.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | December 24, 2018

Move in His Direction

I am captivated by the beauty of Jesus. There is no one else like him on any page of the annals of history. He stands apart — unique in His mission and claims. The Bible tells us that He existed before time began but that at a specific point in time He put on flesh and dwelt among us, full of grace and truth. And because He chose to enter our world, everything changed.

I love the story of Christmas because it is the story of Jesus. We must not forget that in the midst of the gross secularization of this holy day.

Jesus entered our world in the most unexpected of ways. He was born in a stable a short distance from the Herodium, a fortress-palace built by Herod on top of the highest real estate in Bethlehem.

Herod spared no expense to build the biggest and the best on the highest mountain so that the world would know there is a Herod. The Herodium was so imposing that the first rays of the sun painted its shadow across Bethlehem each morning.

Jesus, the king of the universe, was born in an insignificant cave and amidst animals — in the shadow of Herod’s impressive palace. Today, the Herodium and all of Herod’s palaces and fortresses lie in ruins. Herod is remembered as the megalomaniac willing to kill babies (Matt. 2:16-18) in an effort to maintain his power.

Jesus did not leave a legacy of palaces or architectural accomplishments. He left something much more lasting. And, what Herod the Great feared (Matt. 2:3) came to pass. The baby born in Bethlehem beneath the shadow of his palace became a greater king than him and changed the world forever.

Christmas is the story of Jesus moving in our direction in order to do what no other worldview or religious leader could possibly do. He alone was uniquely qualified to be the Savior of the world because He Himself did not need to be saved.

Jesus also set an example unlike any other. He was selfless and moved in the direction of people in need. And because He did so everything changed for those individuals who heard His voice or felt His touch. By the mere power of His voice He sent demons running, knocked the wind out of storms, commanded life to return to the dead, and forgave sin.

Those whom He touched were never the same again. He moved in the direction of lepers and restored them to health. He held babies, opened blind eyes, loosed tongues that had forgotten how to speak, healed every kind of disease, restored withered limbs, and mended broken hearts.

As I contemplate the meaning of Christmas this year, I choose to draw near to Jesus — to daily move in His direction as an expression of my gratitude for Jesus having moved in my direction. I want to move in His direction because the deepest longings of my heart can only be satisfied in His nearness.

I love what Ravi Zacharias, the renowned Christian apologist, wrote about coming to Jesus. He found something in His nearness that he could find in none other than Jesus.

“I came to Him because I did not know which way to turn. I have remained with Him because there is no other way I wish to turn. I came to Him longing for something I did not have. I remain with Him because I have something I will not trade. I came to Him a stranger. I remain with Him in the most intimate of friendships. I came to Him unsure about the future. I remain with Him certain about my destiny.”

So, I choose to draw near and to stay near to Jesus. I am determined, weak and human as I am, to so live like Jesus that those in need will move in my direction. And when they do, I want to be His hands and feet and to compassionately care for them as Jesus would — and to point them in His direction.

I invite you to join me on this journey of discovering the beauty found only in Jesus and in His nearness. Choose to move in His direction.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | December 8, 2018

On the Death of John Chau

The recent death of John Chau sparked a media debate over extreme missionary work. Twenty-six year-old Chau was killed on November 16 while trying to contact one of the world’s last unengaged tribes — the Sentinelese.

The Sentinelese people inhabit the North Sentinel Island of the Andaman and Nicobar Islands in the Bay of Bengal. They subsist on what they gather and hunt. These islanders remain completely isolated from the rest of the world. We know very little about them.

The first documented contact with the Sentinelese dates back to the late nineteenth-century. A British admiral (some believe a probable pedophile) visited the island and kidnapped, then later returned, some of the children of the island.

After that first traumatic encounter, the islanders became suspicious of and aggressive toward outsiders. Almost every person who has attempted to set foot on the island since then has been killed. The Indian government has therefore made it illegal for anyone to visit the Sentinelese.

The Indian government also restricts outside contact with the Sentinelese because they have no immunity to the diseases that could decimate their small population. Contact with outsiders would expose the Sentinelese to germs that could result in deaths.

Little is known about the language of the Sentinelese. According to the Joshua Project, their language is different from other languages of the Andaman Islands. And, of course, the Sentinelese language is unwritten.

Enter John Chau, a twenty-six year old Christ-follower with a passion for the nations. His Instagram feed tells the story of a young man with an insatiable thirst for life and adventure. His photos document his short-term mission work as well as other adventures.

A graduate of Oral Roberts University, Chau later became a member of All Nations, a missionary sending organization. He received some cross-cultural training and coaching from this organization. Chau also pursued linguistics and wilderness training to better prepare for engagement among the nations.

From the time he was a teenager, Chau had studied about and dreamed of taking the gospel to people like the Sentinelese. That tells me a lot about his heart. He wanted to move in the direction of those who have yet to hear about Jesus. I respect that.

So, what went wrong? Why did Chau end up dead at 26 on the shore of a remote island?

I offer these observations as one who has found himself more than once in a context turned dangerous. I have visited several islands in the Bay of Bengal, albeit closer to Bangladesh. I know what it is like to be afraid when suddenly something happens that signals things are about to get ugly.

My observations are in no way intended to disparage John Chau or his earnest desire to reach out to the Sentinelese. I wish I had known him. In a day when too many are self-absorbed, people like Chau remind us to look beyond ourselves.

If I could have spoken to Chau, I would have offered these observations.

First, learn from history. Everything we know about the Sentinelese tells us that they desire to remain isolated and are willing to kill to prevent outsiders from visiting their island home. A brief visit from some Indian anthropologists seems to be the lone exception. All other attempts to engage with the islanders have been unsuccessful. That is not likely to change any time soon.

Second, do not go alone. Alone is dangerous. When Jesus appointed seventy-two and sent them out, He sent them two by two (Luke 10:1-12). There is much wisdom in that! Chau paid some Indian fishermen to break the law by transporting him to North Sentinel Island — and he went alone. That was not wise given the history of the Sentinelese.

Third, language matters. At this point in history, only the Sentinelese speak Sentinelese. That in itself presents a challenge but, given time, not an insurmountable one. Many Wycliffe Bible Translators through the years have ventured to difficult places to learn a language, develop an alphabet, and then begin the process of translating the Scriptures.

On his first attempt to reach the island by kayak, two armed Sentinelese moved toward Chau in an apparent attempt to keep him from coming ashore. Chau later wrote in his journal, “I hollered, ‘My name is John, I love you and Jesus loves you.’” Of course, Chau’s words were incomprehensible to the Sentinelese.

Fourth, know when to walk away. Jesus instructed the seventy-two that if they were not welcomed at a place, they were to wipe the dust off their feet and go away. It is important to note that the Sentinelese were not rejecting the gospel because they have yet to hear the gospel. They were instead rejecting an intruder to their island.

Nevertheless, there is wisdom in walking away when the situation warrants it. Walking away does not mean giving up. It means that the time may just not be right. To persist can lead to deeper problems, including violence. Sometimes the best way forward is by taking a step backwards and waiting patiently for the right opportunity.

Fifth, do not let your passion overshadow wisdom. After being rebuffed the first time, Chau wrote in his journal, “I turned and padded like I never have in my life.” Chau returned to the island a second time only to be greeted by a volley of arrows, one of which pierced his Bible.

Finally, Chau returned a third time and was killed. Doing the same thing in the same way again and again generally does not yield different results. Many mountain climbers have died because of summit fever — allowing their passion to reach the summit, when it was inadvisable, to overrule the wisdom of temporarily retreating and living to climb another day.

Sixth, seek the wisdom of many counselors. To his credit, Chau sought counsel and training from a sending organization. Learning from those with wisdom honed by years of experience is important. Proverbs 11:14 says, “in an abundance of counselors there is safety.”

Although Chau’s sending organization did not try to discourage him, they did caution him clearly that he was putting his life on the line. After that, they had no direct contact with him.

Seventh, be patient. A mentor of mine who heads a sending organization told me of a friend of his who had a passionate desire to see the Raute people come to faith in Christ. He prayed fervently for this people group and led others to do the same for twenty years. Only recently did he make contact and begin to see the answers to his prayers.

Finally, live to adventure another day. In a beautiful passage in Philippians, the Apostle Paul wrote that to live is Christ and to die is gain. And while he preferred to be with Christ (Philippians 1:21-23), Paul believed the Philippians needed his continued help and encouragement (Philippians 1:24). So, he wanted to remain alive for the sake of the Philippians.

I wish Chau had walked away after the first volley of arrows and instead remained alive for the sake of the Sentinelese. He could have championed prayer initiatives for the Sentinelese, developed a wiser strategy to reach them, sought out those on adjacent islands who might be able to open doors, and more.

Chau’s story will no doubt be told and debated again and again in missions circles. It is a cautionary tale for those who seek to obey the last command of Christ. One writer observed that although Chau was killed while serving as a missionary, he was killed because of his unpreparedness. However uncomfortable it may be to admit it, there is truth in that.

However, in spite of any clumsiness on the part of Chau, I believe that God will bring good out of it all. A trusted friend pointed out to me that Chau’s clumsiness trumps our doing nothing. Ouch! There is indeed truth in that.

Perhaps, my friend pointed out, the Sentinelese will one day hail Chau as a hero in spite of his clumsiness because he had the passion to go while others had crossed them off their lists or were not even aware they existed.

Chau’s death has unwittingly put unreached peoples like the Sentinelese on the prayer radars of Christians around the globe. And, as in the cases of others who have died while trying to take the gospel to hard places, God will raise up others who will go. Many will be inspired to a greater boldness because of Chau’s story.

My intent has not been to either disparage or to dishonor Chau’s death but instead to try to understand it. I am deeply saddened by the death of this young man. As someone whose own heart has been oriented to hard places, I understand Chau’s heart and his desire to move toward the Sentinelese.

My prayer is that God will indeed redeem Chau’s death and that one day the Sentinelese will hear, in their own language, the story of the God who loves them. May we learn good lessons from the human frailty and divine calling of John Chau. And like him, may we consistently move in the direction of those who have yet to hear the gospel.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | November 28, 2018

Into the 4/14 Window

For years missiologists have challenged the church to reach into the 10/40 Window — a rectangular shaped area located between 10 degrees and 40 degrees latitude north of the equator. This geographical region stretches from North Africa all the way to East Asia and is home to the world’s least reached people groups.

In addition to venturing into the 10/40 Window, our missions ministry is actively engaged in the 4/14 Window. This window is not defined by latitude or longitude. Instead it defines the ages during which most people come to faith in Christ. Children are most likely to embrace the gospel between the ages of 4 and 14.

Children represent the largest unreached people group in the world as well as the most receptive people group to every form of spiritual and developmental input. That’s why we have made caring for children a priority in our work among the nations. We care deeply about the physical and spiritual welfare of children around the globe.

Many children live in dangerous contexts that threaten to rob them of their innocence and, in some cases, their lives. Whether that context is the womb of an abortion-minded woman or a geographic location where children are at risk of disease, disasters, and deprivation — we are committed to championing the rights and meeting the needs of children at risk.

Many children live in cultures that are hostile to the gospel and keep people in darkness. Unless someone moves in the direction of these children, they may never have an opportunity to hear and respond to the good news of Jesus Christ. We are committed to pushing past fear and moving in the direction of these cultures in order to show and to share the love of God with children.

We also believe that children should have access to a good education that includes exposure to a biblical worldview. That’s why we are also committed to funding education initiatives in some of the most unlikely places — from the beaches of Cox’s Bazar in Bangladesh to remote Himalayan villages in Nepal, from the hills of the Indian subcontinent to the jungles Cambodia and beyond.

If you are a Kingsland member, check your mailbox this week for your copy of our 2019 missions publication — “Into the 4/14 Window.” 
As you read through the pages of this publication, you will learn about some of the ways in which we are impacting the lives of children around the world.

Ask God to open your eyes and your heart to the plight and needs of children among the nations where we are engaged. And ask God to guide you in your giving to our missions ministry so that we can continue to change the world for children in the 4/14 Window and beyond.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | November 14, 2018

She Deserves To Be Alive

In what is perhaps the most bizarre and creepy advertisement in favor of abortion, The Agenda Project Action Fund managed to reach a new low. Their forty-second video ad, titled “The Chosen,” draws you in with the disarming image of an absolutely beautiful baby girl — and then hits your sensibilities right in the gut.

As the video starts, the baby girl is gently cooing and reaching toward the screen as Brahm’s “Lullaby” plays in the background. A few seconds in, a message is displayed on the screen: She deserves to be (pause added for dramatic effect) loved.

A few seconds later another message appears on the screen: She deserves to be (pause) wanted.

Finally, a third message appears on the screen: She deserves to be (pause) a choice. This followed by the hashtag #StandWithPP.

A wise man once said that what lies in the well of the heart will, sooner or later, come up in the bucket of speech. This ad, although not new, certainly dredged up a bucketful of depravity from the depths of an organization that has no problem with ending life in the womb, and perhaps out of the womb. The ad can be interpreted as promoting both abortion and infanticide.

According to this ad, being a choice ranks right up there with being loved and wanted. They are all equal as far as the Agenda Project is concerned. This ad lays out the criteria they believe a child needs to meet in order to avoid being aborted. And since a child in the womb of an abortion-minded woman is neither loved nor wanted, then the choice to terminate that life is acceptable.

Why is it that a baby is a baby only when it is convenient and only when it is loved and wanted by the mother? Why is it that when it is not convenient then the baby is reclassified as tissue or clumps of cells?

Greg Koukl of Stand to Reason observes, “If the unborn is not human, then no justification for abortion is necessary. It would be no different from having a mole removed or a tooth pulled. But if the unborn is human, then no justification for abortion is adequate.”

Choices do indeed have consequences — and the preborn are always on the losing end of choices made by those who deem they are neither loved nor wanted or have come at an inconvenient time (as if the child had anything to do with that). Mother Teresa observed, “It is a poverty to decide that a child must die so that you may live as you wish.”

The Agenda Project Action Fund website claims that they don’t spend big bucks to buy media so that they can impose their ideas on America. “Instead,” they claim, “we create remarkable expressions of our values which spread because truth cannot be ignored.”

The Agenda Project has indeed communicated more than their values, they have also imposed their ideas. They certainly have a right to do that, even if their ideas are based on a worldview that favors the strong and puts the weak and vulnerable at risk. Even though I do not like their ad, it is at least an honest reflection of their values. No question about where they stand.

Yes, every child deserves to be loved and wanted. But every child also deserves to be alive. If we are not careful, by denying the right to life to the preborn, we will unwittingly contribute to building the gallows that may one day put our own lives in danger if we are ever classified as unloved and unwanted.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | November 6, 2018

After the Mid-Terms

Today, record numbers of Americans are casting their votes in the mid-term elections. In a few hours, we will know the new makeup of the House of Representatives and the Senate. Early forecasts indicate that both Democrats and Republicans may each have something to be happy about.

After the mid-terms we will enter into the next news cycle in which pundits will do their thing. Personalities on both sides will point to the sky and declare that while it may not be falling just yet, from where they stand it certainly appears to be sagging a bit more than usual.

After the mid-terms, we can be assured that the political dialogue, such as it is, will continue. I use the words “such as it is” to describe our dialogue because we have seemingly lost the capacity to treat those with whom we disagree with kindness and respect.

When we replace the exchange of ideas with the exchange of insults we create the kind of static that makes it hard to listen to one another — or to want to listen to one another. If you cut off another person’s nose then it really will make it hard for them to smell your rose.

I am praying that, after the mid-terms, the winds of respect and civility will return and blow away the toxic clouds of vitriol that have us all gasping for air. We must not allow our political views to obscure our view of people and their inherent worth as those created in God’s image. We must not disparage others or wish them harm just because they hold a different view.

As a Christ-follower, I believe that God is ultimately in control. And if God is in control then nothing under His control can ever be out of control. He is moving history in a meaningful and purposeful direction. Our frustrations stem from not knowing what God knows and failing to recognize His ways.

After their exodus from Egypt, the Israelites were guilty of complaining much about Moses, their leader. On those occasions when they either ran out of water or bread, they complained that Moses had led them into the wilderness to die. The people based their happiness on having to see God act on their behalf in a certain way. If God failed to act in the way they wanted, then they complained.

Moses, on the other hand, looked beyond the acts of God to consider the ways of God. He did not have to see God perform certain acts in order to be assured that God was acting. He understood the ways of God — that God had a greater purpose for His people that transcended their fears and the signs they wanted in order to feel better about their journey through the wilderness.

That’s why the writer of Hebrews used a particular Greek word to describe Moses’ servanthood — the word “therapon” from which we get our word therapy and therapist. Because Moses understood the deeper ways of God he did not panic when the water or the food ran low. He knew that God was up to something bigger, that He was in control, and that He would work out His purposes.

I believe that God is up to something bigger and that He uses the most unlikely people to accomplish His purposes. I am therefore committed to trusting Him regardless of the outcome of the mid-term elections. If candidates for whom I did not vote are elected, then that is my cue to pray for them and to ask God to give them the wisdom to lead us well.

I love America. Having traveled to almost fifty countries, I can say with all certainty that there is no better place on earth — and no other place I want to live. I am grateful to live in a country where I can exercise my right to vote even though that right does not guarantee the results I may want.

Here is what I will not do after the mid-terms. I will not speak ill of those who are elected or who hold a different political view. I will not allow politics to become the determining factor to friendship or fellowship. I will not panic and declare that the sky is falling. I will not lose hope or give in to despair. And I will not trust my limited understanding.

Instead, I will love people regardless of the political banner they fly. I will treat others with respect and not allow unwholesome speech to come out of my mouth. I will continue to believe that God’s ways are good, that nothing catches Him by surprise, that His thoughts are higher than mine, and that His ways and purposes are beyond my understanding.

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