Somebody Else Waving Our Flag.

Link: Somebody Else Waving Our Flag.

You might have recieved this letter (click the link above) a week or so ago.  But many of the readers of this blog aren’t on our mailing list.

Mike and Sharon Mehaffie have been on staff for 33 years with Campus Crusade for Christ.  They directed our summer project this summer in Santa Cruz.  I greatly enjoyed learning much from them about what it means to lead and what godly parents and directors look like.

Mike offered to write a letter to our ministry partners after I shared with him how things have been going financially.  We wanted to send the letter for two reasons.  First, as the title of the above link indicates, it is great from time to time for someone else to wave our flag.  You get letters twice a year from us asking for money.  Mike has an interesting perspective on raising support, having done so for so many years (he raised his salary in the midst of the last major US economic crisis!). We thought it would be good for you to hear from someone else about the impact that your giving has had, and for someone else to encourage you to continue taking financial steps of faith with us.

The second reason we wanted Mike to write a letter is that we wanted to show folks that there are people who do this as a career.  Many of the folks we challenge to join us financially may be of the impression that we are going to be in ministry for a few years and then go get “a real job.”  Our heart, however, is to be in this for the long haul.  I’m now on the verge of 30 years old, and I feel like I have learned a lot about myself and about ministry in the past 7 years.  I am just now hitting my stride.  I’d love to be in this ministry until I’m 60 years old.

The letter was not in any way meant to be just another appeal for funds.  We want to sucessfully navigate the tension between being bold in asking folks to join God in what he is doing in this ministry and being sensitive to the fact that many people are in serious financial difficulty now, and we’ve already asked for money once this summer.  Our heart is to be honest in our need (which is significant) but also fully acknowledging that God has been so faithful to grant our every need, and even many of our wants!

As always, if you have any questions or concerns about this or any other issue, please don’t hesitate to call or email me at ben.meredith@gmail.com

If you feel like God is calling you to respond to Mike’s letter, you can do that here.

Finding Down Time

“What did the Lord teach you this summer?”

The words taunted me from the page as I filled out my post-project staff evaluation.  I felt a wave of insecurity wash over me as I realized I hadn’t gotten some big revelation this summer.  Maybe I didn’t pray enough.  Maybe I should have spent more time reading my Bible.

In summers past, the answer to that question has taken some form of “I used to think _________ about God, but this summer He showed me _______________.”  Some new way of seeing a passage of scripture, or some new way of relating to God.

This summer has been full.  I’ve said that in previous posts, but I am confident I’ve never had more things crammed into each day than I had this summer.  I’ve been forced to meet with God… differently.

That’s when it hit me.  I have been relating to God differently this summer.  I’ve gotten some extended time to spend with God, but more importantly I’ve met God in the midst of my life.  I’ve learned (in small, gracious glimpses) what it looks like to be a full-time husband and father and a full-time minister, with a side of full-time follower of Christ.  I’ve also learned how worthless my attempts at ministry are if I am not making any attempts to be a good husband and father.

I’ve learned the spiritual value of sippy cups.  As a dad, the most spiritual thing I did at times this summer was refilling a sippy cup, or crawling on the floor “tackling” my son. In other summers I’ve met with God on my down time.  This summer I found “down time” in the strangest places.  Rocking a boy to sleep, or walking to downtown to buy dinner, or answering emails.  Down time.  I met with God all summer long, and often holding a poopy diaper in my hand.

That, I suppose, is what the Lord taught me this summer.