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Summer Trip to East Africa

Monday, July 25, 2011
posted by ssmith

Late Afternoon "Kahawa Time" ~ Little Girl Sits With Village Elders

Eric, Isawafo, Elisikia ~ Lunch Break in Arusha

Minutes Before Eliudi's Wedding ~ Showing Respect to African Culture

More Parables Coming…

Saturday, May 28, 2011
posted by ssmith

Hello, Morning Star blog readers!

People ask me regularly how my writing of Adulation to Betrayal is coming along. Friends have also noted that my blog installments regarding Jesus’ parables have stopped being published on Morning Star’s web site.

First of all, I want to say thank you for your interest in my writing project. The update is that I am inspired and motivated to write more than ever and I am adding to the list of chapters and parables making their way from research form to text form. I have ceased publishing on the blog site because plans are in the works to self-publish when the book is complete.

So, please keep praying for the Lord’s grace and time provision for me. Pray for His timing for self-publishing and also, most importantly, for His glory and purpose for Adulation to Betrayal to be fulfilled.

In His grace,

Sarah A. Smith

“The Parables Begin ~ Year of Popularity”

Saturday, March 19, 2011
posted by ssmith

Rejected in His Hometown

On one particular Sabbath day Jesus went into the synagogue in Nazareth. Reading from the scroll of the prophet Isaiah He proclaimed that He was the fulfillment of Isaiah’s prophecy and sent to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor. Initially, all within hearing were amazed at His gracious words and spoke well of Him. But their adulation did not last long. Jesus went on to cite two Old Testament records of God’s miraculous power and mercy – one in the life of Elijah and the other in the life of Elisha. In both accounts God sent his servants to individuals outside of Israel, namely, to a widow and a leprous military commander who were both Gentiles. If He wanted to remind them about God’s power why did He not select the enormously dramatic feat of opening the Red Sea?

What was Jesus’ intention here? Was he predicting to those of his hometown that the time had come for God’s dealings to extend beyond Israel to the Gentiles? Was He declaring Himself to be God’s vanguard messenger? Judging by the ugly reaction of this Nazareth synagogue crowd that was exactly what he communicated. Remember, Jesus grew up in Nazareth. These were people who knew Him as “Joseph’s son.”

Infuriated by His decision to recount God’s wondrous supply of bread in long ago Zarephath, Sidon and God’s miraculous healing of the Syrian Commander’s leprosy, they drove him out to the edge of town, to the brow of the town’s hill, and intended to throw Him down the cliff. Because his time to die had not yet come He walked through the crowd and went on His way. He kept walking until he reached Capernaum which was twenty miles east through The Shimron Pass and The Arbella Pass. Capernaum would be His new home and base of operations. Isaiah said this about Capernaum:

“Land of Zebulun and land of Naphtali, the way to the sea, along the Jordan, Galilee of the Gentiles – the people living in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned.” Matthew 4:15-16

There are reasons why He chose Capernaum from a non-prophetic point of view. Not only was it situated on the Northwest shore of the “sea” but also beside the great highway, the Via Maris, leading from the interior of Asia, the Mesopotamian Valley, to the Mediterranean Sea, and Egypt. It was strategic as a commercial center. The commercial fishing trade flourished on the Lake. Situated on the main trade route from Jerusalem to Syria and beyond, thousands of merchants and travellers passed through its gates each month. Capernaum was a bustling hub of activity. Simon and Andrew whose origin was the town of Bethsaida had set up residence in Capernaum previously.

I think the Lord had a another reason for wanting to be in Capernaum. This is totally conjecture on my part but have you noticed the picture at the top of each of my blog posts? That is the view of the Sea of Galilee from the ancient site of Capernaum! On this day, three months ago exactly, I was sitting along the shore of the Sea of Galilee. I walked where Jesus walked. I lifted my eyes to see the expanse of Yam Kineret and the sun setting behind the northern hills of Galilee. Being there has added a needed dimension to my writing. I can imagine Him standing on the same shore. Did He stand there and ponder His next move – where He would preach next, or nurture compassion for the masses that were beginning to follow Him, or prepare Himself for the inevitable pendulum swing from adulation to betrayal that would take place over the next three years? Did He envision Himself leaving Galilee for the last time and facing His inevitable fate in Jerusalem?

News about Him spread all over Syria and large crowds from Galilee, the Decapolis (Ten City States), Jerusalem, Judea and the regions across the Jordan followed him during his first tour of Galilee. People brought to him all who were ill with various diseases, those suffering severe pain, the demon-possessed, those having seizures, and the paralyzed. He healed them. He taught in their synagogues. It was said, “We saw the lame walking, the blind seeing, the crippled made well, the mute speaking, and many others healed.” People were amazed and praised the God of Israel. However, not every face in the crowd was enamored by His display of power and authority. For some His activity rattled their souls and rocked their snarky world.

The First Parable

Of the four New Testament Gospel writers Luke gives us the largest number of details regarding the birth of Jesus tracing His lineage back to Adam. Luke was a physician and the only non-Jewish writer of the four. Although not an eye witness of Jesus’ life, Luke states that his account was put to text after extensive research. He was a close friend and travel companion of Paul, the Apostle. Luke portrays Jesus as the “pursuing Savior” depicting His perfect life and perfect sacrifice through the warm, gentle understanding He showed as the “Son of Man.” The heart of Luke’s Gospel is the parables.

“Parable of New Cloth/New Wineskins”

According to the timeline of the events of Jesus’ second year of ministry, His Year of Popularity, this is the earliest recorded parable. Parallel accounts are found in Matthew and Mark’s versions. What were the preceding events? After a miraculous catch of fish orchestrated by Jesus, four fishermen left their fishing trade, nets and boats, and followed Jesus. They were Simon, called Peter, his brother, Andrew, and James and John, sons of the owner of their fishing outfit, Zebedee. Jesus then healed a man with leprosy, then healed a paralyzed man who had been lowered through the roof of the house where He was teaching. By this supernatural feat He proved His power to not only heal the body (which was “harder” to say and “harder to do”) but also to forgive sins. Next Jesus came upon a tax collector named Levi and said two words to him, “Follow me.” Levi left his tax booth, calculator, ledgers, and pens and followed Jesus.

The setting for this parable is Levi’s home in Capernaum where he has thrown a huge banquet in Jesus’ honor. A large representation of his tax collector buddies was there and, of course, Jesus and his four new disciples. People were doing what people do at a banquet – eating and drinking. Some Pharisees and teachers of the Law were hanging around and complained to Simon and the other disciples about their dinner company, “tax collectors and sinners. ” Jesus turned to answer them. Some other people pose a second question about fasting. We can conclude that the Pharisees and John the Baptist’s disciples were fasting at this time. Perhaps seeing Jesus and His disciples eating disturbed them since their stomachs were growling. Jesus’ disciples would fast in the future after He was taken from them. He told them this parable:

“No one tears a patch (unshrunk) from a new garment and sews it on an old one. If he does, he will have torn the new garment, and the patch from the new will not match the old. And no one pours new wine into old wineskins. If he does, the new wine will burst the skins, the wine will run out and the wineskins will be ruined. No, new wine must be poured into new wineskins. And no one after drinking old wine wants the new, for he says, ‘The old is better.’ ” Luke 5:36-39

Meshing new with old – it should not be done – neither in these two practical illustrations nor when it comes to the weighty oracles of the Almighty God. Primarily, the application here is referring to interfacing the order of two Covenants – the Old Covenant through Moses with the New Covenant through Messiah. The setting for this parable is, in itself, and illustration of setting precedents. Here was Jesus claiming to be God’s messenger found by the religious elite to be socializing with sinners. Prejudiced by their interpretation of religious behavioral law the Pharisees complained. The same perspective motivated some of the people to ask about the fasting issue. Jesus tells us that mixing produces disastrous results – tearing, ruined new garment, non-matching fabrics, ruined wineskins, and spoiled new wine.

God’s New Covenant was to be superior in nine ways. It brought to the human race, and to the nations, nine “better” experiences: 1) a better revelation of God; 2) a better hope; 3) a better priesthood; 4) a better covenant; 5) better promises; 6) a better sacrifice for sins; 7) better possessions; 8) a better country; 9) a better resurrection.

Over fifteen hundred years had passed since The Law had been given to Moses on Mt. Sinai. By the first century A.D. fifteen hundred years of ceremonial and religious regulations had been sullied through man-made interpretations and applications of God’s Law. Fifteeen hundred years allowed time for a man-made religious culture, or maybe better stated, a religious society, to establish itself. The Lord God was about to change the rules. Why would any religious leader reject the new? Why would attempts be made to combine the inferior with the superior? Would resistance to change be an answer? Would losing places of religious power and status be an answer? Would losing control of the people be an answer?

One final thought on the meaning of this parable must be made. It is one of serious miscalculation and fatal incorrect evaluation. Jesus ended the parable by predicting that those who are not willing to drink the new wine will succumb to their acquired taste for the old wine. Without a comparative test they will say, “The old is better.”

“New wine must be poured into new wineskins.”

Jesus chose the theme of “Spiritual Adaptation” for His first recorded parable.

Sarah Anne Smith

“The Rich McCarthy Guitar”

Saturday, December 18, 2010
posted by ssmith

Group photo after "Missions Night" Meeting

On the morning of Thursday, October 14, 2010 Patty and I arrived at Stuttgart Airport in Germany. In the evening we went to the only formal gathering with the students enrolled in the DTS (Discipleship Training School) during our stopover in Altensteig. An afternoon nap was sufficient to refresh me. At dinner we met the students who were all German-born, fourteen in all. Honestly, I was enthusiastic about sharing with them some of my personal experiences regarding the theme of Missions. This 2010 journey was now my sixth missions trip. I had been to China, Mongolia, The Netherlands, Tanzania, the UK, Sweden, India, and Nagaland. In addition, during the last twenty-five years, James and I have hosted missionaries from the nations in our own home. I have been impacted by literally hundreds of stories. I felt inspired and clear about which of those stories I should share with these young Germans who are seeking God’s will for their lives.
My opening statement was, “The core of Missions is God sending . God prepares and then sends. But we must always remember that there are two sides to missions. We must always remember that there are two sides to the “sending”. One is to go and the other is to receive. One prays, ‘Lord, send me.’ The other prays, ‘Lord send someone to me.’ We must remember that when God sends He is most often answering someone’s prayer for help.” For my scripture account we looked to Isaiah chapter six and verses 6 – 8. In this historical passage the Lord looked upon the earth and asked, “Who shall we send?” Isaiah cried out, “Lord, send me.” Applying this to our lives, we can say that God is asking this question still, perhaps even more intensely, today. He is looking for those who will answer His call “to go.” His call can ask us to go far or near…to go across the world, across the street, or across the aisle to take His mission of love and encouragement to those who are asking Him for help.

Ulanbaatar, Mongolia meeting in Ger City

For my purpose I selected three dual-culture vignettes from my personal trove of mission experiences. The first, which I titled, “The Rich McCarthy Guitar”, I will also share here in this blog. It is an amazing story! In August, 1997 James and I traveled with our dear friend, Richard Smith, to China and Mongolia. Approximately two months before we left for the trip, Richard asked James if he would bring a guitar to give as a gift to one of the Mongolian church leaders. James, in turn, made the need known to the guitar players who were part of Morning Star Christian Fellowship’s worship team. If my memory serves me right, a bit of competition arose as to who would donate the guitar. Imagine that! Kinda reminds me of when Moses had to tell the people to stop giving because there was too much given already.
At any rate, whether our musicians drew lots or what, the decision was made as to who would donate the “Mongolian Missions” guitar. The lot fell to our bass guitar player, Rich McCarthy. So, the story takes us to our departure in August, 1997 with James carrying this NY guitar complete with sets of extra guitar strings in a guitar case. Bless my husband! James carried that guitar all across the USA as we flew and changed planes three times because of a hurricane over Chicago’s O’Hare Airport. Our departure from continental US was from LAX (Los Angeles International Airport). The guitar was about to join us in flying seventeen hours of air time heading to up the North Pole, across the Bering Straits, and south to the Far East landing in Beijing, China.
He carried the NY guitar on and off airplanes, in and out of taxis and autos, in and out of hotels, and onto the last flight from Beijing to Ulan Bataar, Mongolia. I never heard him complain once and that trip was not easy! Finally, we were in our first stop in Mongolia ~ Ulan Bataar (UB), the capital city of over one million people which was more than half of the total population of what used to be referred to as “Outer Mongolia.” The guitar and James got a reprieve from moving from place to place for the first few days in UB. Our itinerary called for five days of teaching sessions with thirty young Mongolian believers. BTW, the Christian missionary movement to the Mongolian people was less than ten years old.

Chinzorig's young wife and newborn baby on far left

Throughout our first days in UB James would ask our team leader, Richard, if it was time to deliver the guitar that had traveled all the way from the US. “No, not yet.” Richard would say. Or, “We are waiting for the Lord’s guidance regarding who it should be given to.” So we waited until one morning when Richard told us that we were going to attend a “home fellowship meeting” in a ger. By this time we knew that the traditional Mongolian home was a dome-shaped structure named a “ger” which is constructed of a wooden arched frame covered with animal skins and fur and wool. This targeted ger was one of thousands located in the capital city’s district dubbed, “Ger City”. Truely, words cannot describe what our eyes saw as our taxi ~ it is a stretch to call what we rode in a “taxi” ~ passed through the city districts and approached a series of low lying hills, massive in their breadth, densely dotted with ger after ger. There are at least two stories that could be told about just our getting to this ger meeting but I won’t stop here to tell them.

James declaring that the guitar is a gift from USA

We found our way to our ger, met the young pastor, Chinzorig, and his wife who had a two week old baby in her arms. You can see from the pictures how many others made up this tiny ger church. During the singing, Chinzorig, who was a musician, was playing what looked like a child-sized toy guitar. My eyes must have shown my delight that here was a guy who was making do with what he had but that the Lord was about to bless for his humbleness and sacrifice. Chinzorig spoke English but I think he was the only one of the Mongolians who did. Oh, you may notice another American in the group picture. He was a pastor also and his name was Mike Smith.
After singing and prayer, James preached using Chinzorig as his interpreter. After that, James presented the world-traveled guitar, now known as “The Rich McCarthy Guitar”, to Chinzorig. He was overtaken with joy and so was his wife! That night not much else was learned about Chinzorig and his wife and his young ministry for the Lord. Richard did tell us that Chinzorig was studying Nuclear Medicine. Other details were apparent…their lack of material resources and the pastoral challenges that accompany starting any type of new church. Yet their joy that night was unmistakeable. We left each other’s sight after a prolonged goodbye and much waving until we moved down a Ger City hill and could see each other no longer.

About to go out of view...

This testimony could have ended here for you, blog reader, and for my audience that night in Altensteig, Germany. They would have heard a good example of God sending people from the US to Asia and His ability to show a sign of His love from one part of the earth to another. But the story gets even better…
In August, 2004, Richard Smith took another team from the US to China and Mongolia. I was to go and also, Vinnie and Leslie Smith’s son, Ben, was to go as well. Once again, I made the long trip to LAX and then to Beijing and then to UB, Mongolia. Then, seven years later, on the first Sunday in Ulan Bataar, Ben and I would visit a city church congregation and join them for worship. I was invited to be the guest speaker and I had decided to speak about prayer for suffering Christian believers and present my “Adopt-A-Nation Prayer Project” there. Each of the twelve US team members received their Sunday church assignments. Would you guess where my assignment was? Yes, that’s correct…Chinzorig’s church. Well, this was fascinating to me and my mind went back to that small group in the ger seven years earlier. I assumed that I would arrive at the same ger and see the same people. However, I did wonder if any more had been added to their group?
Sunday morning came and as Ben and I rode in the ten passenger van dropping off team members throughout the city, I mused about my reunion with Chinzorig. I wondered what happened to the guitar. My thoughts were halted by our Mongolian host’s voice, Tsogoo was his name, who alerted us with, “Here we are at Chinzorig’s church!” And, “Oh, they meet in this theatre.” To my right and through the van window I saw a large Russian-architecture theatre and standing at the entrance three or four young men in dark suits. As Ben and I got out of the van and walked the lengthy appraoch to the theatre another man joined the welcoming committee also dressed in a suit, a black one at that! And there he was…Chinzorig…seven years later…beaming and welcoming us!

Partial grouping of church Staff and Leaders

The meeting had already begun…I could hear many musical instruments and a large group singing. As we hurried through doors and corridors I asked Chinzorig, “Where is the guitar?” He answered, “You mean the one your husband brought me?” “Yes, what happened to it?” With a gentle but firm smile Chinzorig declared, “Oh, it is in one of the sister churches. It is used during worship over there now.” At that second, the main doors flung open and there we were in a large theatre room filled with about 150 people. During the singing I extolled the Lord with tremendous fervor because of what He had done since my first visit in 1997!
This last picture shows some of Chinzorig’s staffers ~ others were “out” on mission trips themselves. Ben and I had just had lunch with this group during which Chinzorig shared with me his part of the story back in 1997. He had been studying nuclear medicine and working a job to pay for his training. His wife had had their third child. They were poor and although had begun the ger church-plant in 1995 had seen little growth. Chinzorig had been struggling with life’s pressures, ministry and financial pressures. Plus he was exhausted from his rigorous schedule with its demands. To top it all off, he only had this little kid-sized guitar to use in leading worship. He was discouraged and had told the Lord that he felt like giving up his ministry.
Then, then, then…we came and with us came “The Rich McCarthy Guitar”. While our departure from ger city that night left us with an unforgettable Mongolian ger church experience, it left Chinzorig with one statement that changed his life from then until now. He said to the Lord, “If you can send a pastor all the way from the US with a guitar for me, then you can do anything!” His faith was renewed and seven years later, four congregations, and hundreds of believers testified to the quality of his labor.
As I am about to close, I send my “hello” to all my new friends in Altensteig, Germany who may be reading this blog. Now you can see the pictures that support this story of missions that I relayed to you on October 14, 2010. Please always remember, there are usually two sides to missions…one who has prayed, “Lord, send me.” And one who has prayed, “Lord, send someone to me.” Would we say everyday, “Lord, send me to people and send people to me.”
Completing this article would not be complete if I did not acknowledge our friend, Rich McCarthy, who gave away his guitar thirteen years ago and “cast it to the wind” if you will. The missions wind took it and has sown a bounty of seeds all over the world. Thank you, Rich!
In His grace,
Sarah Anne Smith
NOTE: click on any of the pictures to enlarge

Scenes from the Suite ~ German Hospitality

Monday, December 6, 2010
posted by ssmith

View from our sitting room window

Before I move on to the “Missions Night” I should acquaint you with the environs of the hospitality suite. Patty & I arrived at about 1:00 p.m. on Thursday, October 14, 2010 and were pleased to be shown a lovely guest room with really comfortable beds. On the night stand was a YWAM Welcome Gift!

Thoughtful "Welcome Pack" complete with homemade card!

Our first beds in Altensteig, Germany

I can tell you that when traveling to other continents and cultures simple things like beds and bathrooms mean a lot. “Orientation” is the word for what has to take place. This can go smoothly or not. “Smoothly” means a matter of an hour or less. “Not smoothly” may mean a day or even maybe two. After all, global travelers are feeling different weather, different sights, different time zones, different people, different food, and on and on… Since Patty and I stoppped first in Europe these changes were changes but not too dramatic. I must tell you that my emotions were running deep and close to the surface. My spiritual sensitivity was heightened! I suppose there are two reasons for this: 1) I was “out there” as James loves to say and 2) you were praying for me.

I am a “window-looker-outer” or, in other words, I love to look out windows. Give me a train window, a bus window, an airplane window or a hospitality suite window and I am LOOKING OUT of it!

Young Firefighters Training Day in Altensteig

Funny what you see when you look out a window.  On Saturday morning which was Day Three of our time in Altensteig a group of teenage guys were being taught how to extinguish a car that was on fire. I watched them. I thought about them and prayed for them. Why not? Here I was on this day in time in this location and there they were. Our lives were intersecting even if at a distance. Does the Lord love them and care about them? Do my prayers for them make a difference?

Street Entrance to YWAM Base Building

This is what Patty & I looked for when we were walking back from town or from the other YWAM Base Center. The walk would be either ten minutes or twenty minutes depending on the route ~ using the steps up the hills and avoiding the looping roads or taking the long route. I preferred the long route especially at night because of the night view of lights. It was ephiphany-like!

The door we looked for ~ did we always have the key?

When we arrived on Thursday afternoon a young family from Norway was finishing their stay in the hospitality suite. As this turned out and as you might imagine, meeting them was part of the Lord’s agenda for us. Ingvar, the husband and father, in his mid-thirties, had been with YWAM for a number of years, and had dreadlocks for the last twelve. Patty & I met Jessy, his wife, and the their two children, Kaiya and Teyus,  briefly before we left on our first night for the YWAM “Missions Night”. Actually, as we were leaving Ingvar came in and I caught a glance of him from behind. Primarily I saw the back of his head and His dreads. Hours later, when we returned and walked up the flights of stairs past the second floor with YWAM offices we heard the razing sound of cutting shears. Once called in we saw what was happening…Ingvar was getting his dreads shaved. Well…Hmm….Huh?

Patty’s response was to predict that this event held bearing on what she and I would experience on this missions trip ~ CHANGE! Well, I accepted that, in fact, welcomed that.

Jessy was born in the US and met Ingvar in Nepal. Here we all were sharing the same kitchen and bathroom, drinking tea together, completely unknowing of each other twenty-four hours before but now we found ourselves playing with their children, actually sitting for them eventually, and exchanging stories of how the God of heaven and earth had intercepted our lives. Once again, this concept of lives intersecting in unique circumstances for brief moments in time arrested my thoughts.

Lovely yellow roses caused us to gaze and ponder God's care for us.

Jessy, Ingvar Olsen and children, Teyus (left) and Ailisha (right)

Perhaps my nex title will be,”The Rich Mc Carthy Guitar” which might be of interest to some.

Sarah