Tom Miyashiro

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April 18, 10:41 PM
Dr. Tim Robnett is the man. The guy’s been in two Rose Bowls, pastored and grown a church from the ground up to hundreds of people, written several books, worked for the Palau team for more than 20 years and has personally coached hundreds of evangelists. One of them luckily has been me.

More than the prestige of the ministry and life he has led, Dr. Tim has been a spiritual dad to me. As the Director of Next Generation Alliance, Dr. Tim allowed me to participate in a historic trip to Poland to unite the churches and share Jesus to thousands in a city that had been first oppressed by the Nazis, then the Russians and then left to their own devices following all of the turmoil of the last 70 or so years. The trip was at the beginning of Amy’s four year battle with cancer and through that trip, a deep friendship and love for each other was forged.

After Amy passed away, I retreated to the Robnett ranch just about a year ago. Dr. Tim spent time with me, shoveling up after the horses and even teaching me how to ride. We talked about life and ministry and love and loss. He’s a great listener. His wife Sharon is a great cook!

But in between our first meeting in Portland for training on international evangelism, and retreating to his ranch after the death of my wife, are many conversations, phone calls, cards, trips together and lessons learned. Dr. Tim oozes of integrity. He’s helped me understand my identity. He champions evangelists. I am so thankful God brought him in to my life!

Last year, Dr. Tim moved on from the Palau team and I got to once again see integrity in action. While the shifting of the economy has made jobs unstable, I got to watch first hand as Tim and Sharon stepped out in faith to start a ministry to coach evangelists, Ministry Dynamics. (You can watch a video about it here.)

Nothing that I am, or even the potential I have not yet realized would not have been possible without Dr. Tim. If you respect my ministry and anything I do, you can credit a large portion of it to this man. So here’s my plea to you: support his work in mentoring evangelists and join his mailing list! Help him mentor other evangelists. Give him the financial support he needs to keep moving.
April 02, 12:16 AM
It’s been a year since my dear wife, Amy passed away. As I sit at her mum’s house writing this blog and spending these last few days with her family, I think about the next steps forward for me as I continue on my journey alone. There are many questions about where to go from here and part of me finds it difficult to dream. Still, I push aside that feeling of disappointment and look forward believing that God has bigger plans than I can ask or think (Eph. 3:20).

Tomorrow will be the one year anniversary of Amy’s passing. I’m not sure how I feel about it at the moment, but I have been watching the days on the calendar go by and anticipating April 3rd’s coming. I don’t know if it is because I think that I will somehow be magically released from missing Amy, find a new beginning on the 4th or just achieved a milestone on the road to recovery.

I have decided to take my wedding ring off tomorrow. I will give my wedding bands to my best friend and his fiancee, Nathan and Rhiannon. They will wed this October and my prayer for them is that they will build their marriage on the same things that Amy and I built our marriage on. While Amy and I did not raise a family together, we spent the last decade wrestling through our faith in Christ and what that means to us as a couple. I really want that for Nathan and Rhiannon. I hope that our bands will serve as a reminder of that struggle and that they will take on that challenge as they build a family together.

I find it interesting how people relate to me nowadays. As I share Amy’s story, I find that all kinds of people have connected their own personal stories of grief and suffering with mine. Everything from divorce to infidelity; the loss of a child, cancer patients and their carers, the elderly, financial hardship, et al. I guess it’s because losing Amy is something that is so connected to the heart that everyone reaches out to me as I reach out to them. And in those moments, as my new friend Rob said, the Lord has given me access to people’s souls; access that I previously did not have. It sets the stage for real ministry. It’s terrifying.

I hate that I am unmarried but I don’t like the idea of remarriage. My friend Jim said to me, “I am a better man married than single...” I think I agree with this statement. I appreciate so many things about marriage. However, the idea of marrying again seems like an impossible thought. Forget about the fact that Amy was dead set against the idea of me moving on. What’s really challenging to me is starting the whole process over and having to go through all the different stages of a relationship with someone new. I don’t like that. I liked the set up I had. I liked my life. I love my in-laws. I don’t want any of that to change.

But change is inevitable and I’m not set in my ways. I remain open to the Lord and whatever He wants to do with me, wherever He wants me to go. Obedience has never been a problem, but waiting always is.
July 27, 09:30 PM
Well, sabbatical is long since gone and our busy season has nearly arrived. I can’t believe it’s been 3 months since Amy passed away. I came home to a horrendous amount of work. However, I am enjoying my privacy and spending my free time alone with the Lord. I am far from over all that I have been through.

So, how do you cope with loss? This is a question that I am asking, not preparing to give an answer for. I can certainly tell you all what not coping looks like. I have some older friends who have loved and lost someone to cancer. Their first response was to run out and get re-married immediately. It has been a real struggle for me not to fall in to this same mentality. In fact, without accountability, I will end up right where these guys are - not that I am judging the way they have chosen, it’s just not right for me. That’s one of the reasons it will be good to have a guy roommate.

A friend told me recently that they really struggle with bearing the name of Christ for fear of misrepresenting his name. I question that big time. The whole thing that makes being a Christian so appealing is putting on the name of the One who is worthy because I am so unworthy. I am embarrassed of who I am without him. I get my identity from him! Without him, I am nothing. And I constantly wander away. Being a Christian is not about doing everything right, but it’s about knowing where to go when everything is wrong!

I find that in the roughest of times for me, I beg the Lord as David did in the Psalms, “Keep me as the apple of your eye, hide me in the shadow of your wings...” (Psalm 17:8). God, as much as I need your protection from outside forces, I need to be hidden in you! Let your light shine through me and transform me! Let others see you in me, and not me. Let no one see me. I surrender unconditionally to you.

I got no answers for loss. I would be lying if I were to insist on saying that I am not broken. I have tried to fix things on my own and I assure you it makes things worse. I am undone.
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May 29, 10:19 PM
This is Player. His name reflects something of his personality. He’s a wide horse and has to be ridden with a Western saddle. As I climb aboard, I can feel his massive hips beneath me. He’s not a smooth walker. He sort of slugs along as if he’s walking from his hips and not his feet. He sort of wobbles back and forth as he carries me along. He knows I am a new rider. He’s has already expressed an interest in having a relationship with me. However, this doesn’t come without a bit of fun first at my expense.

My first ride out of the ring wasn’t terrible. I mounted the horse without falling off and did a few laps around the ring before going out the gate and up in to the hills of North Plains. Along with me was Jenna (daughter of world evangelist, Mike Silva) and Dr. Tim, my gracious host. It wasn’t a long ride, but Player who knew that I was new, decided to test me around every corner. He would pick at all the plants, grass and leaves off of trees that we passed. he would go under trees and the branches would hit me in the face. I think the stinker was trying to knock me off! He even trotted down the road at a pretty brisk pace only to stop suddenly to take a drink from a puddle!

I haven’t fallen off yet, but I know I am not a true rider until this happens. I dread this experience, yet I want to master this thing. My riding pants are a little tight and there is soreness in places I didn’t think were possible. In just a few moments, I am heading out for my third ride. Wish me luck and GIDDEYYYUP!
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May 17, 03:02 PM
I am in an old gold mining town in northern California called, Grass Valley - roughly 70 miles north of Sacramento. The first half of the day, I sit in Starbucks reflecting on Amy’s life, my life and what comes next after this. I spend time writing creatively, journaling, thinking about the next year of my life, five years, ten.. Who knows the future? Not me, but I am so glad I know the One who does.

Amy would be 28 today if she were still here on earth. I couldn’t help but think about what we would be doing if she were still alive today before drifting off to sleep last night. We certainly would not be celebrating. The day would probably be like all the same: laundry, cooking, cleaning, changing her, trying to work my regular job and somewhere in there looking for ten minutes to go upstairs to Steve & JoAnn’s to vent. I’m glad that both Amy and I don’t have to live like this anymore. However, if she were here, I’d still be quite happy to be at home with her.

People have been very opinionated during this time. Some of it helpful, some of it not so much. As I sift through all the emails, I would like to share a few positive (and anonymous) examples of the kinds of things being written:

“Loss is always difficult, even for us as believers, but with the assurance of Heaven we can have peace in the understanding our loved one is enjoying eternity free of pain and the trials of this life. She is having a blast with Jesus and is now a part of that great cloud of witnesses that is cheering you on as you are going about the Father’s business...”

“Amy's pain is finished and she is now face to face with Jesus. I think it is not a coincidence that she was called home on Good Friday and Easter weekend... God's reminder to you of the hope of the resurrection.”

“I prayed on occasion that God would use the marvels of medical technology to bring healing to Amy’s brain. I prayed that God would miraculously intervene and do something that is beyond the understanding of medical science. But in the end I prayed that she would experience the greatest miracle of all… heaven.”

These words were comforting. Others were too, but I liked these ones the best. it’s nice to know there are many out there who keep it real and keep an eternal perspective on things. It’s a hard perspective to maintain, but it gives so much focus to the years we spend on earth.

All of you, my friends, have stood with me during difficult times. Many of you served in helpful ways and even to those of you who did not quite get it right, your love and concern have been duly noted. All I have in my heart to all of you is gratitude. I may never finish answering all the emails, cards and notes that many of you have sent. This is the best place for me to share with you how I feel. Thank you everyone for loving Amy and me.

More to come...
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February 21, 12:59 PM

Dear Friends,

I am pleased to announce that yesterday we received the official paperwork from USCIS that our application for Ramin’s Corporate Invitation to become a paid religious worker here in the United States has been approved!

Two weeks ago, our office was audited by USCIS. It was unannounced and it was intimidating! However, it is clear that the site visit went well and now we can move on to the 2nd phase of the visa process, which is getting the family down to London to file. From there, we should expect final approval in just a matter of weeks.

There is still a lot of work to do for the Salehis. We are working on a plan for all of you to see to help the family transition to the USA. Here’s a couple of things we can pray together for as we prepare for the next steps:

1. Please pray that the Salehis house sells. This would be a major burden for them to manage living abroad. The sooner the better. Ask God that they get a fair (if possible, generous) price for their property.

2. Please pray for the final interview for the Visa that the family will have to do in London. Once scheduled, we expect an immediate turnaround.

3. Please pray that God will provide the one time expenses to bring the family to the US.

More information will be provided as it becomes available. We are preparing a special mailing in the next few weeks as we prepare for their coming. Keep an eye out for all communications about the family!

Thanks for standing with us!

In Jesus,

Tom & the f2fmi team

February 21, 07:30 AM

The word ‘evangelism’ used to make me wince a bit. On the one hand, “soul-winning” felt like sell-your-friends-out marketing in a pyramid scheme. On the other, I was convicted by the crushing indictment that people I knew, and maybe even cared about, would fall into eternal torment if I didn’t convert them. Together, this meant I seldom shared my faith with anyone, and when I did, it was delivered as an apology. It was like a dreaded conversation with a doctor: “Sorry to have to tell you this, but if I don’t you’ll burn in hell.”

God’s shown me a few things that have turn the “e” word around for me. In fact, you could say that sharing the Gospel has become something I love (gasp). Mull these over and see if they put a new spin on telling others about Jesus.

People Want Evangelism (Really!)

When Jesus and his followers picked the word ‘evangelist’, it meant something pretty far from TV preachers making teary-eyed altar calls. An evangelist was the soldier sent from the front lines to the city waiting for news of its fate. This image cuts straight to how the Gospel is ‘good news’ to our world. For one reason or another, 99.9% of us are holding our breath in some area of our lives, believing hope-against-hope that there might be some victory for us, even in while dreading that the ax might be about to fall.

It’s true that most people aren’t itching to sign up for church. There’s also not an over-abundance of curiosity about spiritual laws, biblical authority, or even life-after-death. But that doesn’t mean people aren’t open to Jesus, especially if we take a little time to get to know them and earn enough trust to be allowed into the places where they are hoping for a little victory. If we watch what Jesus did with such invitations, we can see how he always wrapped the Kingdom of God in a daring demonstration that people – who he gave the right to become children of God – have a Father who not only loves them, but also delights to make them overcome.

Witness this reality of the Gospel enfold in a few lives, and you’ll begin to believe that evangelism is the best job in the world. I’ve never had anyone say no to a little victory.

Think Nets, Not Rod and Reel

When Jesus told his disciples that he would make them fishers of men, they had just stepped out of boats that took at least three men to operate. Not a single one of them was picturing themselves casting a single line into the water and waiting for a bite. They knew fishing meant keen eyes on movements just beneath the surface, coordinated maneuvers to get into the right position, and all hands to the nets at exactly the right time.

Ask anyone you know about how they came to Christ or think about your own story. The journey people take to Jesus is seldom the result of a one-man-show. More often, it is the product of a series of connections, divinely woven into a web that catches and pulls lives into the embrace of God.

This means that evangelism is as much about a community as it is about a message. Think about this: Jesus wrote no books, but he invested in a handful of friends. He could entrust the fate of the world to the latter, but not the former. His greatest investment in this family was to imprint on them a way of being that allowed God to continually, deeply, and openly demonstrate the victory he was offering to all mankind. Jesus commands to love one another and seek each others interests have just as much importance for the salvation of our neighbors as they do for the harmony of our fellowships.

Nobody Does A-Z but Jesus

God gave a friend of mine the opportunity to be an undercover evangelist among NYC’s elite young talent in a couple of Fortune 500 companies. Needless to say it wasn’t easy. Proselytizing activities were strictly discouraged. Opportunities to share anything deeper than work information were pretty rare, and it took a lot to pay attention to anything not directly tied to productivity.

At first, evangelism just seemed hopeless. But then, when a few conversations, spread over the course of many months, lead to a colleague meeting Jesus, something clicked. Although my friend really hadn’t done that much, he was there to play his part at just the right times. He realized that the sooner we can leave the spiritual A-Z of a person in God’s hands, the sooner we can be ready to play our part. Maybe in one life it will only be G-to-H. The point is to play our part perfectly in the symphony of one of God’s kids coming home.

Again, this makes perfect sense if evangelism is done by communities. Only together can we begin to express the character, love, and power of the Father who takes people wherever they are and blazes a trail to bring them to Himself. One may have a special gift to help multitudes with a particular part of the journey. Another will find themselves relationally planted to make a major impact on one or two lives. Together, we can proclaim and live out a Gospel that is as deep as it is wide, and is as rich in the giving as the receiving.

Ben Cheek is the founder of Muddy Hudson and an f2fmi board member. He, his wife Susan, and their two children live in New York City. Ben has made major contributions to the development of f2fmi dating back to our beginnings in 2000.

February 10, 09:54 PM

Dave White

Do you ever sin?  (Ever disobey your Creator?  Ever spit in the face of the Savior?  Ever rebel against the King?)  I do.  As a Christian, I am so frustrated at my own sinful behavior.  I love Jesus, so why do I oftentimes act as if I don’t?!

If it were not for God’s reassurances in the Bible, I would be utterly disheartened.  However, when I read His Word, He reminds me again and again that He’s not giving up on me.  I am frequently encouraged by phrases like “He Himself knows our frame; He is mindful that we are but dust” (Psalm 103) and blunt, practical statements like “If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves” and steady reassurances like “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins.” (1 John 1)

There is a character in the Old Testament of the Bible named David.  As my name is also David, I have taken particular interest in this man and in what his walk with God looked like.  Once, after David sinned grievously against God and hurt a bunch of people, he wrote a song expressing his sorrow and repentance before God.  I read this chapter recently and was amazed at how God reassured me through this psalm: Psalm 51.  It begins with these words:

Have mercy on me, O God,
according to Your steadfast love;
according to Your abundant mercy
blot out my transgressions.
Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity,
and cleanse me from my sin!

As I looked at this passage the other day, my attention was drawn to three verbs: blot, wash, and cleanse.  As I considered these words, I realized that each of them describe a continuing action.  These are transitional words.  They speak of a process, not a single, one-and-done event.  Blotting a stain out of clothing takes time.  Washing your car can take a while if you do a good job.  Cleansing is a steady and sometimes difficult process.

God is far more patient with me than I am.  He is willing to work on me over the course of months and years and decades.  He is patient with you, too.  One of Jesus’ disciples, Peter, put it this way, as he was trying to explain God’s ways to the early Christians:

The Lord is not slow to fulfill His promise as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance.” (2 Peter 3)

God wants everyone to “reach repentance.”  Repentance is turning away from your sin and turning to God, and it’s something a follower of Jesus needs to do every day.  I began this walk of repentance about 21 years ago, and God has been patient with me ever since, gradually transforming me to be more like Jesus.  Thank You, Lord!

One last thing.  Although God is patient and gives grace and mercy, His patience, grace, and mercy are no excuse for continuing in sin.  The whole point of repentance is to turn back to and connect closely with God.  God is good and perfect, and He cannot mix with sin.  Another one of Jesus’ early followers, Paul, after describing God’s generous grace and forgiveness, put it this way:

What shall we say, then? Shall we go on sinning so that grace may increase? By no means! We are those who have died to sin; how can we live in it any longer? Or don’t you know that all of us who were baptized into Christ Jesus were baptized into his death? We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a new life.” (Romans 6)

If you are caught in the net of sin, God is patiently waiting with open arms for you to turn back to Him in repentance.  I urge you to run to Him and find grace.

Your fellow work in progress,

Dave White

PS- God did have mercy on David (the Psalmist).  He cleansed him from his sin and used him to bless the entire world through his descendent, Jesus the Messiah.  God can forgive you, and He can use you to bless the world, too.

February 21, 08:42 AM

Picking up where we left off from part 1…

Friday morning we woke up early and went to meet with a friend of Toms who works for Mission Increase. After some catching up we spent the rest of our morning relaxing and preparing for the nights conference at Mission Connexion. After enjoying a nice lunch at a Mongolian Grill. After which we headed to Vancouver, WA where Tom was teaching a class that evening. It was really amazing to see so many people with a desire to serve the Lord in many different ways!!! At the conclusion of that class we headed back to the Robnett Ranch for our last night there.

It was great to be able to sleep in on Saturday morning and spend some time with the Lord. After spending our morning relaxing we headed back to Vancouver, for Toms second class. I was again blown away by the goodness of Gods people as our classroom was packed and people so eager to hear about how they could be involved sat on the floor! That evening we went out to dinner with Jeff , his family, and Phil and Pam Long (Phil is a spoken word poet who also had a class at Mission Connexion). It was a great dinner at a Mexican place in Vancouver. As we rounded out our second to last night in Oregon we headed to Jeffs house (where we were staying for the last two nights of our trip). We had a great time just hanging out; Tom played piano with Jeffs daughter Marisa and I sang along on and off.

Sunday morning we went to church with Jeff, his wife Mindy and their daughter Marisa, its always nice to visit other churches and see what they have going on, and I personally really enjoyed the worship bands music. We went to lunch with the family after which Tom and I headed into the inner city of Portland where we were meeting up with Sam Sharnessa where they were doing an outreach with some people mostly youth from their church. They were handing out sandwiches, hot chocolate, and coffee to the homeless and people around different shelters. It was truly a blessing to spend time with theses people and see the joy it brought them to receive what we were giving and some even asked for people to pray with them right there and then.

After packing up we went with the group to and exhibit, put on by Medical Teams International called Real Life. Where we walked though and got to experience some of what the people that Medical Missions International help go through. It was eye opening and heartbreaking to see this exhibit. Tom and I then headed back to the Pieper house to spend the rest of our evening and time in Portland with them. It was a real blessing and honor to be involved with what were were and it was very hard to leave after making such good new friends. I am thankful for the time Tom and I had to spend together and with others as we grew in ministry together.

 

February 21, 08:25 AM

As I write this I can still feel the adrenaline running though my body as I ran from terminal 3, gate 86 at San Francisco International Airport to gate 70 (although it may seem like a small feat at only 16 gates), when your faced with the threat of the door closing to your plane it takes forever. This is basically how Tom and I started our trip but as usual God was watching over us and the plane was held and the door shut shortly very shortly after he and I ran though.

Upon landing at PDX we were meet with the weather we would be spending our week with, rain, rain and more rain plus some fog here and there. We were greeted by Dr. Tim Robnett and thus our trip the the Pacific North West began as we had our first lunch catching up with Dr. Tim. at the local Oyster Bar. Then we headed to his house (where we were staying for the majority of our trip) It was a great pleasure to meet him and hear his amazing story, and see that he is still doing work for the Lord (he was leaving the next day for Ghana, West Africa). He and his wife, Sharon took great care of us.

Wednesday morning we were meet with what I’ll call our second bump in the road. Tom and I awoke to find that there was no power but there was snow, which is pretty rare for this region. Thus, led to Tom leaning a bit how water pumps and electricity are connected. Sadly, his learning experience led to me brushing my teeth with snow… After breakfast, we met up with Jeff Piper (from Next Generation Alliance) who was bringing us to the Luis Palau Association Headquarters where Tom spoke at chapel about how their team has help us become who we are today. We got a tour (it was amazing to see all of the history of the Palau team) and a chance to meet Dr. Luis Palau!

Wednesday evening we made the hour trip north to Longview, Washington to meet up with the Sandens a family close to our ministry. Sam (who is on our board of directors), Sharnessa and their kids Chase and Weston. After settling down my theory that Tom and I attract kids and bring out there best behavior was proven yet again when we were attacked by a seemingly endless supply of various weapons (foam swords, nerf guns, pillows and a few other hard objects that which Im unsure of). I must say our natural instinct to defend ourselves probably didnt help put this war to an end. After the kids were put to bed it was amazing to learn some details about how seven years ago to the week Tom was sitting in that very room on his first trip to the Pacific Northwest and how the friendships that were built then are still so strong. After many hours of talking, reminiscing, and for me building new friendships we went to bed. When we awoke on Thursday morning we were shocked to find out that the Kids seemed not to even remember falling asleep because the war started where it left off. After a few hours we were off back to Portland, but even in the short time we spent with the Sandens I will never forget what a blessing it was to meet them and spend time with the family.
The rest of our day on Thursday was spent in downtown Portland with Jeff and an old friend of Toms where we experienced some of the culture of the city. Eating at a sushi bar, which was spectacular, then had the best hot chocolate of my life (Im sure Tom would say the same about his coffee) the afternoon ended with us sitting in a nice little coffee shop just hanging out. That evening we had a dinner that Ramin (our incoming president) set up, it was a very nice relaxing evening spent enjoying great food and fellowship with Ramins friend John.

Please read part 2 to hear how our trip ended.

December 24, 05:35 PM

In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered. This was the first registration when Quirinius was governor of Syria. And all went to be registered, each to his own town. And Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the town of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David, to be registered with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child. And while they were there, the time came for her to give birth. And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.   And in the same region there were shepherds out in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And an angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were filled with great fear. And the angel said to them, “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.” And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying,

“Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!”

When the angels went away from them into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let us go over to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has made known to us.” And they went with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby lying in a manger. And when they saw it, they made known the saying that had been told them concerning this child. And all who heard it wondered at what the shepherds told them. But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart. And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them.

And at the end of eight days, when he was circumcised, he was called Jesus, the name given by the angel before he was conceived in the womb.

And [Jesus] said to them, “Truly, I say to you, there is no one who has left house or wife or brothers or parents or children, for the sake of the kingdom of God, who will not receive many times more in this time, and in the age to come eternal life.”   And taking the twelve, he said to them, “See, we are going up to Jerusalem, and everything that is written about the Son of Man by the prophets will be accomplished. For he will be delivered over to the Gentiles and will be mocked and shamefully treated and spit upon. And after flogging him, they will kill him, and on the third day he will rise.” But they understood none of these things.

It was now about the sixth hour, and there was darkness over the whole land until the ninth hour,while the sun’s light failed. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. Then Jesus, calling out with a loud voice, said, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit!” And having said this he breathed his last. Now when the centurion saw what had taken place, he praised God, saying, “Certainly this man was innocent!” And all the crowds that had assembled for this spectacle, when they saw what had taken place, returned home beating their breasts. And all his acquaintances and the women who had followed him from Galilee stood at a distance watching these things.   Now there was a man named Joseph, from the Jewish town of Arimathea. He was a member of the council, a good and righteous man, who had not consented to their decision and action; and he was looking for the kingdom of God.This man went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus. Then he took it down and wrapped it in a linen shroud and laid him in a tomb cut in stone, where no one had ever yet been laid. It was the day of Preparation, and the Sabbath was beginning. The women who had come with him from Galilee followed and saw the tomb and how his body was laid. Then they returned and prepared spices and ointments.

On the Sabbath they rested according to the commandment.

But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they went to the tomb, taking the spices they had prepared. And they found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they went in they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. While they were perplexed about this, behold, two men stood by them in dazzling apparel. And as they were frightened and bowed their faces to the ground, the men said to them, “Why do you seek the living among the dead? He is not here, but has risen. Remember how he told you, while he was still in Galilee, that the Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men and be crucified and on the third day rise.”

Then [Jesus] said to them, “These are my words that I spoke to you while I was still with you, that everything written about me in the Law of Moses and the Prophets and the Psalms must be fulfilled.”Then he opened their minds to understand the Scriptures, and said to them, “Thus it is written, that the Christ should suffer and on the third day rise from the dead, and that repentance and forgiveness of sins should be proclaimed in his name to all nations, beginning from Jerusalem. You are witnesses of these things. And behold, I am sending the promise of my Father upon you. But stay in the city until you are clothed with power from on high.”

Then he led them out as far as Bethany, and lifting up his hands he blessed them. While he blessed them, he parted from them and was carried up into heaven. And they worshiped him and returned to Jerusalem with great joy, and were continually in the temple blessing God.

January 08, 09:34 PM

Christmas is coming and with it comes many things. For adults it’s complicated, for kids, it can’t get here soon enough.  Time slows down for the younger ones, and there isn’t enough time for the adults trying to get all their lists done.  We can’t always afford to get someone special exactly what they want; sometimes we get them the completely wrong gift and then the awkward moment happens as the person tries to say thanks for something that wasn’t even on their list.  Ask and Receive comes to my mind during this season.  Jesus said in Matthew 7:7 in the Sermon on the Mount:

“Keep on asking, and you will receive what you ask for. Keep on seeking, and you will find. Keep on knocking, and the door will be opened to you”  NLT

I don’t know about your life, but this is a tough one for me.  Sometimes I feel like I am waiting and waiting for the receive part.  I tire of the seeking and asking parts and throw in my metaphorical towel.  I was thinking of how children can’t wait for Christmas, they count down to the date on the calendar because they know that is the day they may get just what they ask for all year long. They are able to be good and make right choices because they see the end date.  And in some situations; the closer the day gets the more the behavior improves.  Selfishly sometimes I wish God would give me a date on the calendar when I will get all I have been requesting from Him. Wouldn’t that be great? Then we could just watch the calendar and then one day wake up and all the requests are fulfilled.  We would have all our answered prayers and we could relax and finally rest in Him because everything is tied up in a pretty package with a nice red bow!

I can honestly say I have waited and am still waiting for God to answer specific requests. But I can also say He has answered beyond all that I could ever imagine or ask for, to the point I felt like I had to carry an umbrella with me because the blessings were just falling out of heaven quicker than I could say thank you. (Eph 3:19-21)  And I have never been disappointed when He answers my requests and I receive from Him.  We as gift givers can make mistakes and confuse requests easily, but not Our Lord.  He is always spot on.  No standing in the return line or exchanging for a different color, or getting a credit.  He knows what He is doing and exactly how to answer our requests and prayers.  So why not work like the man in the red suit? Why not set a date and just bring it to me? God knows the easy way isn’t the best way.  He has the ultimate plan of love, redemption and grace. He doesn’t want to simply give to us, He wants to get to know us and what better way than to communicate with Him, spend time with Him and learn more about Him.  We get so much more than an answered prayer when we continue to ask and seek and knock, we get relationship with Him as we take action and ask.  And sometimes as we stay persistent, He works in our hearts through our requests and crazy things happen. Our requests can become limitless, like Him.  We begin to climb that mountain of faith and we find ourselves enjoying the journey and the wait time….the calendar becomes insignificant, it’s not about getting to the top or the date on the calendar.  We get to know the deep character of God and call Him Father as we trust and wait and we are caught up in His Glory in our season of waiting.

This season of Good News, should be every season of our lives.  Always living with expectancy; waiting for the gifts from above to be more than we ever imagined or thought to ask for….and being fine without knowing a date on the calender when we will recieve them…all tied up with a red bow on top and then some!

December 13, 09:59 AM

This year’s Overtime was the largest to date; with 624 students staying with all all night and around 700 at the main event. During our 5-Friend Challenge, students were encouraged to invite 5 unsaved friends to Overtime and give them a special golden ticket to attend OT at a discounted rate. In all, 98 golden tickets were turned in, many of them being urban youth from New London.

Several things happened differently this year than at last year’s event. The momentum leading up to Overtime was due to the hard work of Scott and Kelly Dean, who co-hosted Mission and Music Radio. In addition to pumping Overtime on-air in the six months leading up to the event, Scott, Kelly and Tom embarked on a 5-Friend Challenge Tour training students in personal evangelism holding more than 15 trainings at youth groups all over Southeastern CT. Many youth leaders felt that the trainings at churches were more effective than the one larger 5FC event we held in previous years.

An additional difference in this year’s strategic planning is that we combined our schools week model with Overtime. Pro-Flatland skater, Tim Byrne went in to New London High and shared his story encouraging students to overcome obstacles in their lives. He also did a skate demonstration, which students really enjoyed.

A final component that contributed to Overtime’s success this year is our partnership with the United States Coast Guard Academy. Through the partnership, we were able to have both the opening carnival activities and the main event on the base. Additionally, the coast guard gave us around 20 cadets to help us through the first half of the night. It was a massive blessing! The carnival was held in Roland Field House and featured new inflatable games, the rock wall, food and a video game truck. The main event took place in Leamy Hall, which is newly refurbished; an ideal venue for the Good News to be proclaimed!

During the main event, we had wonderful performances from Aracelis Vazquez-Haye, Patrick Lynch and Tim Byrne. Tim issued a challenge for students to compete against him, but none could match his trick. The 5-Friend Challenge winner was also announced and the winner and their 5 friends got to rotate all night in a limousine! Later in the night, he did a gnarliest-board competition and gave away his skateboard to a student whose skateboard was the most beat up. Later, he delivered the gospel to a packed house and we saw a tremendous response to the message. 59 decisions were made in all and 12 were from the first time!

This past weekend, f2fmi used the first night of the deliberatePeople tour with Phil Joel to follow up with decision makers from Overtime. Several came out for the event and we were able to build a stronger link with these kids. Thanks for all who made this year’s Overtime the most successful experience to date!

January 08, 09:24 PM

To live a life persuaded – convinced – set is what we are called to. This however, doesn’t just happen. It isn’t just a decision that we make although that plays a part. We need something more, because without the something more, we will flounder and fall at the first second or third hurdle. I believe Paul being persuaded came by a revelation of the person of the Lord Jesus and as a result he was set, or ‘steadfast, unmovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord’. He saw Jesus and the price that He paid, and that was enough.

C. T. Studd said, “If Christ be God and died for me, then there is nothing too great that I can do for Him.”

The Apostle Paul was many things (Tent Maker, Old Testament scholar, evangelist, church builder, disciple maker, fearless missionary, and probably many other things I can’t think of at this moment). All of this flowed from a passion or for Jesus.

Let’s look at what Paul wrote in Romans:

For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,

Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creation, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Romans 8:38-39

Was Paul certain about his claims to the Love of God? He says he was convinced – that sounds certain to me! How convinced was he? He uses some pretty solid comparisons to show his conviction.

He says neither angels nor demons – the absolute extremes of good and bad. He says neither the present nor the future – the only two points in time we can impact. He says, nor any powers – not just some powers or a select group of powers – any powers. Then he finishes with, height or depth or anything else in all creation – that sums up all other possibilities. I think he was very certain of his conclusion.

Paul indicates a certainty, a conviction beyond any condition that nothing can separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

 

Why was he so certain? Paul had a history with Jesus (see Acts 9:3-6). After meeting Jesus on the road to Damascus, Paul entered into a relationship that would last the rest of his life and across the known world. He endured stoning, beatings, shipwreck, angry mobs and many violent responses to his message of love from above. And by and through all of this he developed a conclusion about the ability of the world to separate us from God’s love through Jesus.

Maturity as a Christian takes time. I wish I could say it comes at the point of acceptance of Christ’s Lordship, but all of us must grow to maturity after we accept Christ. Hopefully, our growth does not come with the trials that Paul endured as he developed his certainty of God’s love, but we must grow if we are to ever be more than baby Christians eating baby food and doing baby things. Hopefully, as we grow, we will come closer and closer to the certainty that Paul had concerning God’s love through the Lordship of His Son.

I hope you are growing. I know from experience that growth is not easy. The growth we want comes only with effort on our part. We must run the race.

I hope you are growing. I hope you become more convinced of God’s love each day. I hope your confidence grows more and more as you see God’s love through the Lordship of His Son.

November 26, 12:01 AM

Dave White

It is good to be writing again, and have I got stories to tell!  I am presently emerging from a season of incredible challenges, with amazing plot twists and a damsel in distress and a mighty storm to conquer.  This adventure seemed to climax the night of October 29th in the Year of our Lord 2011.  Through this journey, I learned, once again, the kind and mysterious hand of Providence.

Having emerged victorious from almost a week of battling a fearsome influenza, I decided to take my international students out of the house for much of the day, so that my sister (the residential director) could rest and heal up from her illness.  As we meandered around town completing various quests, it began to snow.  This was very exciting for us, as it was the first snow at least one of our students had ever seen.  We were shopping for winter clothes when the power went out.  No big deal.  We went to another store, but then the power went out there, too.  The storm was getting really bad.  Like Jesus, I set my face like flint and set out on the task before me: getting my guys home safely.  Being a hardened New England Yankee, I got them home safe and sound.  Huzzah!

The end?  Not at all.

I returned home that evening to find that my sister was in a horrible condition and desperately needed to go to the hospital.  Instantly, I transformed into big brother mode (even though she is, technically, older than I am) and  got my sister in the (front wheel drive) van.  Figuring traffic and road conditions, we set off for UConn Medical Center in West Hartford, a trip which takes less than a half hour under normal conditions.  With power out all across western and central Connecticut and visibility being terrible because of the heavy snow, I was lost within three miles of home.  That’s how disorienting the storm was.  Very embarrassing for me, too.  I’m a map and compass kind of man, who likes to think of myself as the guy other people ask for directions.  I refuse to ever get any sort of crutch like a GPS navigational aid.  Fortunately and providentially, my sister is not like me, and she had the thought to bring her phone with all its fancy gadgets and GPS aids.  Also, as we went to the van, my sister thought of and grabbed her phone charger from her husband’s car.  This came in very handy later on.  We arrived a little over an hour after we set out.  Another grace God gave us was granted by giving me the thought to grab my mp3 player, in order to play some worshipful and soothing music through the car stereo that would comfort my sister on our journey.

Anyways, skipping over the parts about wrong turns and the lightning and thunder that accompanied the storm, we finally arrived at the hospital over an hour after we left home.  The doctors and nurses did their thing, Joanna regained vitality, and we had a great bonding time.  Two IV’s and four hours after arriving we were discharged from the hospital and began our journey home.  A providence that God and I had a good laugh at came as I uncovered the van from the various snow strata that had blanketed the car.  A deceivingly secure-looking crust had formed on top of the semi-solid, snowy mass that had collected around my vehicle.  As I brushed the snow off the van, this crust collapsed under my feet, which plummeted into and were inundated by two or three inches of icy, slushy water.  Cold.

The storm had only grown worse, as I was reminded of when a police officer kindly informed me that I was driving the wrong direction on a one way street leaving (or rather, entering) the hospital.  I don’t think that I drove more than twenty miles per hour that night, averaging perhaps fifteen or less.  We drove through the snow and thunder and lightning, avoiding debris that had fallen in the road and praying and talking and laughing along the way, for about an hour and were almost halfway home when we sighted our first major obstacle: a massive tree that had fallen completely across Route 10.  A couple of vehicles were there, either turning around or working to clear the tree.  A little frustrated, I turned the van around and we backtracked, trying to think of the best way to return to the house in Simsbury.  If you’ve never been to Simsbury, good luck trying to get there quickly and easily; it’s more than a little out of the way and hard to get to from most directions.  This is where my sister’s fancy phone and the phone charger came in handy, for the device would surely have been out of power by then if Joanna hadn’t happened to grab the charger.

We found another route and crawled our way back towards home.  We were detoured a couple of times, but this time, we made it about ninety percent of the way before being blocked by another fallen tree.  It was now sometime around or after midnight.  We turned around and tried another route and then another… and another… and another.  Along the way, our little mini-van got stuck more than a few times in the snow.  Our saving grace and a gift of providence in this instance was a shovel that I had just happened to see and grab as we were heading to the car.  I don’t typically do that, and in thinking about it, it was clearly a leading of the Holy Spirit to grab the shovel and toss it in the back of the van.  I and my sister did a lot of shoveling snow that night.  (I know, I know.  I should not have allowed my just-discharged-from-the-hospital sister to shovel; but she’s very feisty.  I really enjoyed overcoming all these obstacles with Joanna.  We would kick butt in a show like CBS’s Amazing RaceTM.)  About this time, my body began sending me signals that I had been riding it too hard.  Dizziness.  Nausea.  In my passion for the welfare of my sister, eating dinner had not crossed my mind.  Once again, though, God granted me grace.  Back when I was rushing out of the house, one of my students, who had just finished his dinner, held up a apple juice container, asking me where to put it.  I did not have the time to explain such a complicated question, so I just said “I’ll take it,” and went to the van and tossed it by the seat.  Around 1:30am, as I was fading fast, I remembered the apple juice.  So, I drank this wonderful health potion, which instantly brightened my eyes (see 1 Samuel 14:27) and awakened my senses so I could continue working to get us home.  Coming out of one valley, I shoveled probably a quarter mile of track for the wheels so that we could ascend the hill (<– amazing band, by the way).  Another providence of God came as I was shoveling that hill.  Two volunteer firemen came by and were very helpful, especially in encouraging us.  Thanks guys!  Shortly after that encounter, a tree blocked our only exit from the back road we were on, so my sister and I moved the entire tree.  (Two bits of advice that helped us: “work smart, not hard” and “lift with your legs, not your back.”)  Altogether, we encountered at least nine trees that had completely blocked the road, along with probably close to a hundred others that partially or mostly covered the road.  It’s difficult to describe the emotional and sensory experience of shoveling snow and moving branches on back roads as you hear the resounding crack and tumble of trees from all around, not knowing if the next tree to fall will be right above you.

Avoiding arboreal arrest proved to be the theme of the night, and those trees pulled out all the stops in trying to halt our journey home.  The final battle occurred less than two miles from the house.  We had made great progress in our expedition and were nearing our goal when several yards ahead, a great amount of snow began tumbling from a tree and caught our attention.  This is when time began to slow down.  We noticed that the falling snow was being accompanied by a sizeable branch, which was making its way rapidly towards the pavement beneath it.  We also realized that we, too, were moving towards the pavement beneath the branch.  Time then resumed its normal speed.  My sister screamed.  I slammed on the brakes.  The branch crashed down.  The quiet of the snow storm was shattered by shrieking scratches and snappings.  If you were standing outside watching, you would have seen a cloud of snow slowly dissipating and held your breathe in wonder: “Are they alright?”  When the cloud cleared, you would have seen that we were fine.  The main part of the branch had crashed down only about three feet in front of our bumper and our vehicle was assaulted only by smaller branches on the hood of the van.  We were stunned.  Had the branch fallen two seconds later, it would have fallen right on top of my sister and me.

There are no coincidences.  We have that word in the English language, and it means something like accident, luck, or fluke.  However, the word “coincidence” does not have a home in Christianity.  Instead, we have a word called “providence,” which implies outside influence and Divine intervention.  Providence is not the same as the pagan idea of fate, where everything is determined based on the whim of the gods.   It’s not the postmodern, evolutionist idea of everything happening the way it does because that’s the only way it can happen due to the particular combination of time, space, matter, and energy in the universe.  No.  Providence is God reaching down and involving Himself in the affairs of His favorite creation: Man.  He does this because He loves us and wants us to know and enjoy Him, so we can glorify Him through love.

Providence saved us from the falling branch.  Providence also arranged for me to, at some point earlier in the day, put my old reliable knife in a pocket of my pants.  At this point in the story, it should not be surprising to you that this is something I rarely do (during the school year), and it should also not be surprising to you that I had not thought of that knife until the very moment I sat there staring at the belligerent branch.  Being so close to home, I was not going to be defeated by this branch.  It blocked off the road, but there was a smaller branch on the edge of the road that I figured I had a chance of cutting through with my knife.  I went to town on that thing and cut it up, clearing enough of the tree away so we could drive around it.  Turns out, a much bigger tree blocked our way later on down the road and we did have to backtrack once again, but we eventually made it home around 2:30am, about four hours after leaving the hospital.

God has continued His Providence to this very minute, as the Holy Spirit guides my mind to think of the connections between my story and His.  I thought I was pretty clever with my phrase, “avoiding arboreal arrest” (meaning, not being stopped by a tree), but Jesus avoided arboreal arrest in a far greater way than I ever could.  He was nailed to a cross, poetically referred to in Scripture as the tree, “’til on that cross, as Jesus died, the wrath of God [against the rebellion and injustice of sin] was satisfied.”  Jesus bore the penalty of our sin on the cross, but He did not stay there.  The tree did not stop Him.  Our sin was not stronger than God.  Jesus died.  He went to the grave.  But then He rose up from the grave, conquering Satan, sin, and death and giving us new and abundant and eternal life.  Neither the tree nor the grave nor us nor any devil could conquer Jesus.  Nothing can, and nothing will.  In fact, Jesus will one day fully rule over everything, and every knee will bow to Him.  Everyone will have to stand before Him and give an account for what he or she has done.  When that happens, will you be able to stand before Him?  Have you accepted His sacrifice for you?  Do you believe that Jesus took the punishment for your sins on your behalf?  Are you living, then, for Him?  Will you?

Providence saved me and my sister from a tree branch and being frozen to death in a freak October snow storm, and Providence has saved me from the punishment I sure as hell deserve.  God is at work in the world.  Will you let him be at work in your life?

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