God Speaks

There are those who don't believe that God still speaks to us today. I'm not talking about his voice coming to us through the text of scripture or through preachers on Sunday morning, although this is his primary way of speaking to us.  But there are times when God speaks to us either directly (that audible voice within us) or indirectly through another person.  I've experienced both.

In fact, last week I received a phone call from our pastor about a single mom who needed help - "she's very distressed at the moment - here's her cell number" - and was there something our deacons (I am one) could do to help her?  She had been evicted; all her belongings were sitting on the parking lot of her building. The bailiff was there, and the movers couldn't load up her things until she had a confirmed address for delivery. 

Our local social assistance office had checked out the local women's shelters, but there was no room. A few churches had been called, but nothing yet. The distraught woman lived in our community, only a few blocks from me, as it turned out.  I didn't know her, know of her, and frankly, I hoped someone else would step forward - in the next few minutes.

I called a few of my fellow deacons...no one was home at the time. Hmmm....what to do...

I called a friend from my church - a wise woman - who also happens to be involved in our Single Moms Ministry. Perhaps she would recognize the name, and assure me it was safe to enter into this situation. The name didn't ring a bell. I explained the situation, expressing my hesitation to get involved. One question uppermost in my mind - why was she being evicted? Maybe this woman is an addict, a drug dealer, or who knows what? (Ah, that warm, cozy comfort zone). My husband and I could possibly put her and her daughter up for a few nights - but that's all, since we're going away on the weekend.  I told my friend I was nervous about taking this on - to which she, in her gentle voice replied, "But that's what we're called to do, isn't it?"

God could not have spoken to me in a more distinct voice.  I heard him clearly.

I called the evicted woman, who was, understandably, in a state of panic. Within 15 minutes, we met at a local restaurant for coffee, where she told me her story. We discussed her immediate need. I knew of someone who might at least have room to store her belongings for a few weeks (the storage company wanted 3 months payment up front).

Within an hour of leaving the restaurant, we had not only found a place for her belongings to be stored, but had found a possible home for her and her daughter. The solution came through one of our church families who had both room for their things, and (unbeknownst to me) a furnished suite for rent - that they were willing to reduce the rate on. What a wonderful Divine orchestration of events! That afternoon, all was confirmed and mother and daughter moved in that evening.

She and her delightful daughter joined us for dinner, as we enjoyed lively conversation and their company before taking them to their new home (an affordable, furnished suite, no less).

Funny how we need reminding and encouragement to do the right thing. If there's one thing I've learned in following Christ, it's that obedience is the primary thing.  It's how the kingdom comes.

Giving and Receiving

Therefore, whenever we have the opportunity, we should do good to everyone—especially to those in the family of faith. (Galatians 6:10)

A few months ago, it came to our deacons' attention that someone had decided to relocate to our community from another church in our denomination.  At first, we thought Margaret was just visiting.  Originally from Kenya, after six years in Canada, she had decided to return to Africa for a three-month visit, after which she made a stop to visit the family our church had sponsored a year ago.  It wasn't until two weeks into her 'visit' that we became aware of her intention to relocate within our community.

We tried, along with her sponsoring community, to urge her to move back.  It is much more expensive to live here than where she had come from.  Although we didn't understand, her situation is complex, and she was adamant about staying with us.  It would seem that we had work to do.  She couldn't stay with our sponsored family; there was just not enough room.  So, over the next few months, she moved back and forth, from home to home, hosted by several families in the congregation.

Complicating the issues, Margaret had lost her status with Social Services during her three months out of country.   She has physical issues that limit her ability to work, and she was homeless and without finances. That said, she also had no problem accepting the generosity of people, praising God for answering her prayers every time someone else took her into their home.

I admit to feeling somewhat annoyed by Margaret's assumption that she could just 'plunk' herself down in our midst, expecting us to take care of her.  Even earlier, when she went back to Africa, one of our members paid an exorbitant amount for the extra baggage she had with her, bringing back goods to her family in the refugee camps.  

It seemed to many of us that Margaret's attitude was one of receiving - not ungratefully - everything that was offered, perhaps even expecting it of us. 

Then Margaret came and stayed with us.  She was an easy house guest who was willing to chop vegetables, sweep, dust, and clean up after meals.  She told me some stories about her past experiences in Rwanda, Kenya and the refugee camps, giving me a new appreciation for her disregard for material things, and an understanding why, if she's given money, she will simply send it to her family in Africa.  It's easy to understand that someone from her background and her own generous nature might expect that affluent people would easily share their wealth with those who have little.

Margaret once again has a fixed income, and although it took time, it is clear that placement into her new home was by Divine appointment.  She has been warmly welcomed into her new Seniors' Community and is learning to live on her limited budget in a new place with higher expenses that she is accustomed to.  We are encouraging her to do things for herself, and be independent, while enjoying her new neighbors.

At the same time, our faith community has grown, as we often do, when our lives intersect with those from other cultures.  Unless we are very rigid, we are bound to become open to broader perspectives. 

God has given me a different point of view through this experience. Here's what I learned:

• when trying to help someone, respect their dignity.  Ask them for input. Get to know who they are.
• pray to discern what is the best permanent solution for them. 
• wait for God's timing - don't let others press you into making quick decisions.  Avoid a 'quick fix' that leaves room for ongoing vulnerability.
• anticipate that people who you may never have expected to come forward, may do so, and encourage them.  Watch God work in your faith community, causing growth.
• ask God for a new attitude if you're struggling.  Try to understand the differences in cultures and consider all angles of a situation.
• seek out the wisdom of trusted friends who are distanced from the situation.

When a need becomes known, it's encouraging to see people come forward, presenting themselves in practical acts of worship.  During this time, I've come to know a few people in my faith community a bit better.  When we work and pray towards a common goal, we receive our own gifts.  I was taught more about patience and faith, and the experience has matured me just a bit more.