Sometimes our faith in Jesus leads us into deep waters. He tells us to get into the water up to our waist, before he shows signs of parting the sea. This is my story of one of the "Hazardous" areas into which Christ has called me to follow him...There is a link at the bottom where you can share your own story of hazardous faith. To celebrate the publication of their new book
( Ed Cyzewski and Derek Cooper’s"Hazardous; Committing to the Cost of Following Jesus,) Ed is holding a Synchroblog where bloggers all join to share their own stories of Hazardous Faith.
( Ed Cyzewski and Derek Cooper’s"Hazardous; Committing to the Cost of Following Jesus,) Ed is holding a Synchroblog where bloggers all join to share their own stories of Hazardous Faith.
Hard times.
Tough Decisions.
Well what about the tough decision to support a sister in
her hard times? Here's her story:
" I had a nice life here in Davao City in the Philippines. My husband was the pastor of a church and I was the worship leader. I loved nothing more than singing for the Lord and leading his people in worship. I once sang backup for Don Moen a famous musician in his tour of SE Asia. My life was wonderful compared to many--the unspeakably poor...the ones I saw daily holding out their hands for help. Never did I imagine that my husband would suddenly leave our church, our marriage and our faith--to go to the arms of his homosexual lover....leaving me with three very young children...That same year I lost my parents to death and also watched my favorite, beloved sister die right before my eyes in an attack of asthma.
"Suddenly I was plunged into poverty....suddenly it was MY
children holding out their hands for help.
I spent time on my computer, depressed, locked in the sadness of grief
and anger that no one could share. Anger
at my husband....and yes, anger at God.
There was a site on line that I visited often. Jango.
It was a station where you could design your own radio station and listen
to music for free. The music there began to heal my wounded soul. Then, on Jango I made two friends, David and my sis, Cynthia. I called her sis because she is my sister in
the Lord---and because she reminds me of my sister who I lost. I told my friends about my sadness. And in time, they discovered also my
need. My children were starving---and so
was I. I worked hard to try to earn
money: long, long hours with little
sleep and no food. In my country when a
man leaves a woman, it is considered by all to be the fault of the woman. My
children and I were called "useless" by others and they would call us names as we passed by on
the street. Even my Christian
"brothers and sisters" rejected me.
"But my Sis and my friend David told me it was not my fault
and that it was wrong for my people to commit this sin against me. Cynthia cried as I told her of these
things. And one day, she cried because
of our hunger. I don't remember exactly
when , but she began to send us money via Western Union.....and with this I
could buy food. I was so ashamed to have
to confess to her my need. And even
more ashamed to take her money. If it
had been just me, I would not have taken it; but I could not stand by and let
my children die. Life is still very
hard....But we have had food--enough to keep us alive. Recently my city was overcome in flash
flooding....I saw the water rise like in the days of Noah...and heard screams
as people were overcome and drowned.
"My daughter is extremely smart and gifted. She was chosen to attend a special school for
gifted students. And there she won a
scholarship ...Cynthia has helped to buy her books and pay her bus fare to
school....I am hoping that if she does well, then maybe we will not have to
depend on Cynthia forever.
That was my sister's hard time.
MY tough decision was to disregard every piece of advice I
got in regard to my sweet sister....people warned me that the Philippines is
rife with scams....Women trying to get American husbands...just to get into our
country. Women trying to
prey upon the sympathies of others.
I was told that this could be an elaborate scam. That my sister may have a hundred
"sisters" like me contributing to her needs. The website for Western Union specifically
says 'Do not send money to people in countries whom you have not met
personally.'
I struggled with all of this.
But I've seen many, many pictures of my friend's house over
the years. It's little more than a
makeshift shack that she has made herself.
I've seen her needs. I've seen
her kids--seen them able to play in the school band in the parade when I bought
them the uniforms; seen them in glee blow out the candles in the birthday cake
I got them....seen her daughter getting awards and medals and scholarships for her
hard work in school....My spirit tells me these are not scams but that my
sister has allowed me the privilege of sharing her life with me as she has
shared her needs with me. She has only recently been more comfortable telling
me of her needs....previously I had to practically drag the words out of her.
Now I face a hard question.
I am up to my eyeballs in medical bills. I've heard people say that we have no "right " to give while
we have debt. If that were true no one
would ever give....as long as they had a mortgage or a car payment. If I continue to share my income with my sister....then I know that God will
continue to meet my needs and hers as well.
He has blessed me and I know
that it is because I have been faithful to help my sister and her kids.
I look forward to the moment in heaven when my sister comes
to wrap her arms around me. The moment that I get to hold her in my arms
will be worth every bit of sacrifice.
I am not telling you this to impress you with my righteousness or my giving I know that rather, I will most likely get criticized for it y some people. And that is okay...I am at rest before my God knowing that I have done what he has called me to do. And I know that on the other side of the world is a family who maybe would not be here now had God not called me to help them. That - and the Lord's smile- are my reward.
: http://wp.me/PewoB-SN - Go to this link to add your own story to the Synchroblog for the new book: Hazardous. (see yesterday's post for more explanation.)
2 comments:
Thanks so much for sharing this story. What a leap of faith! It's amazing how God connects his family together and provides for each one.
Thanks Ed for reading and commenting. I had major hesitation in sharing this story lest it be thought I'm looking for Kudos or acclaim for my "generosity". It is not generosity that compels me to give; it is the knowledge that, if I don't --this family would likely die and the very real sense that God has given them to me to love and care for---just as others have loved and cared for me.
I look forward to reading your book.
Blessings
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