Recalculating

“I get by with a little help from my friends.” – John Lennon

When riding in the car with my husband, Kurt, there was nothing that stressed me out more than when he would say, “Hurry up and pull out the map.  See if I need to get off at this exit.”  What?  Seriously?  As though I could figure that out quickly and under pressure!  Or… figure it out at all for that matter.  Not a chance.

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I am terrible at reading maps.  I’m a person who needs to rotate the map to the direction I am facing.  This usually means upside down or sideways.  That is the only way I can figure out where I am and where I’m going.  Unlike some people, I do not have the ability to use mental rotation.  And because of that, I am so thankful for the invention of GPS and smartphones!

I have come to accept that my spacial abilities or “lack there of” make it difficult for me to read maps.  I do best when someone tells me directions, especially if they use landmarks as the directionals.  I will always remember the landmarks!

That leads me to one summer day several years ago.  I knew I was lost.  As I traveled along, I was not seeing the same landmarks I had seen on the way there.  Unfortunately, GPS and smartphones were not yet around to help recalculate my route.

I decided to squeeze in one more little vacation before the kids went back to school.  We had recently moved to Richmond and I wanted to show them Philadelphia, the city where my parents grew up.  I have fond memories of visiting my grandmother there.

Kurt was unable to go with us, but I decided I could do this 3-day trip on my own.  Our 4 young kids (ages 6-11) and I were excited. I made hotel reservations, planned our itinerary and mapped our route. (OK, maybe Kurt mapped my route).  None the less, I felt confident in this little excursion.

It turned out to be a fun trip.  We saw a lot of historical sites in the short time there.

On the final day, the kids and I packed everything up and loaded the van.  I spent a couple of minutes patting myself on the back for a successful trip and then we headed home. 

As we left the city, I realized too late that we were crossing the wrong bridge.  This one had a $10 toll!  And if that wasn’t bad enough, it dumped us right on to an expressway in New Jersey.  Now, I have nothing against New Jersey, but I definitely knew we did not travel through New Jersey on our way to Philadelphia.

I had no choice but to keep driving.  No exits were in site.  The panic set in.  What do I do?  Where am I?  How do I get back on the right route?

My children could tell I was upset when the tears started to flow down my face.  I felt alone as I told the kids that we were lost.

In response, my 9-year old son, Ross, touched my hand and compassionately said, “We’re not lost mom, because we are all together.”

Wow.  What a concept.  We are not lost, because we are all together.  It truly is harder to get lost when we are together then when we are alone.

I have learned over the years, how important it is to do life together with other believers.  When I feel lost or alone, I have people in my life who lead me back.  Pray with me.  Encourage me.  Guide me.  Hold me accountable.  Laugh with me.  Cry with me.  Do life with me.

“Discover creative ways to encourage others[a] and to motivate them toward acts of compassion, doing beautiful works as expressions of love.  This is not the time to pull away and neglect[b] meeting together, as some have formed the habit of doing, because we need each other! In fact, we should come together even more frequently, eager to encourage and urge each other onward as we anticipate that day dawning.”  Hebrews 10:24-25 The Passion Translation (TPT)

After a lot more tears, a few stops for directions and a trip back over the $10 toll bridge, we were finally headed home in the right direction.

Are you feeling lost?  Headed in the wrong direction?  Can’t seem to find your way back?

First, Trust God.  “Don’t panic. I’m with you. There’s no need to fear for I’m your God. I’ll give you strength. I’ll help you. I’ll hold you steady, keep a firm grip on you.” Isaiah 41:10 (MSG)

Second, be sure you are doing life with other believers.  Jesus tells us… “For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them.” – Matthew 18:20

There are times in our lives that we all feel lost and heading in the wrong direction.  When we have a small group of friends that we are doing life with, they can help “recalculate our route” and guide us back to Jesus.

Who are you doing life with?

3, 2, 1 … Jump!

“Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God.” 
― Corrie ten Boom

Have you ever peered over the edge of a 700 ft drop (216 meters)? The equivalent height of a 70-story building.

Just imagine. You are on a bridge, 700 feet above a river gorge. The scenery is beautiful. A slight breeze is blowing. You look down and see trees and boulders below you. Way below you.  You think you see people looking up at you, but you can’t quite make out the small ant-size figures. The sky above you is bright blue. The white clouds are seemingly within grasp. And then the countdown begins… 3…2…1. You jump! You trust the bungee cord will not break.

Those of you who don’t like heights are probably having a small panic attack right about now.

Last month, some friends of ours were visiting us in South Africa. As we traveled along the Garden Route (the southern coastal route), we came upon Bloukrans River Bridge. The highest commercial bungee jump from a bridge in the world. The view was breathtaking. We stopped to have lunch and watch the few daring jumpers.

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Bloukrans Bridge, South Africa

During lunch, our friend kept trying to decide if he was going to jump or not. He had thought about bungee jumping in the past. Now was his chance. And why start small. This was the largest bridge jump in the world! Not just in South Africa — in the world!

By the time we were finished eating. He had made up his mind. He would do it. Personally, I was thinking that he should have done this before he ate, not after.

We all went to the registration desk. The three of us non-jumpers tried not to let on that we thought he was crazy. But he was confident in his decision. This place had not had any incidents since opening 23-years ago. A seamless record of safety. He put his trust in their promise of his security.

To give him moral support at the actual jump site, and curious to see the jump from that point of view, I went out onto the bridge with him. His wife and Kurt stayed below to take pictures. Once there, several employees wrapped his ankles with velcro type straps, wound the cord around his ankles, shuffled him to the edge and gave a few quick instructions. Next thing I know, just like that, he leaped!

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Remember, he knew their safety record. He had no reason to think he wouldn’t be safe. So he confidently jumped, trusting in the promise that everything would be just fine.

I’m not sure if this is how it works everywhere, but here at this particular site, once you jump, you hang there upside down until someone comes down to get you and bring you back up. It was during the wait (maybe 2 minutes) when fear set in. Not before the jump. Not during the jump. But after the jump. Fear. He felt his ankles were slipping out of the grip of the straps. He began to doubt the promise of safety.

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Hanging after the jump.

Can you imagine? There you are hanging upside down over a rocky gorge and you feel like you are slipping out of the grip of the ankle straps!

How many of us have trusted God’s promises and taken the leap, and then fear we will slip out of His grip? And why? We know we can put our trust in his promises! He has a seamless record of promise keeping.

So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; for I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” Isaiah 41:10

I allowed this to happen to me several years ago when Kurt and I were moving our family of six from Florida to Virginia. I had never lived anywhere except Florida. I was born in Hollywood, grew up in West Palm Beach, went to college in Tampa and then had my first job in Orlando. I was a Florida girl through and through.

Eight years into our marriage, Kurt was offered a transfer to Virginia Beach. It was not a mandatory move, but an opportunity for growth. Should we take it? It means uprooting our family. Not an easy decision. We turned to the Lord in prayer, separately and together. We got our answer. Move.

Trusting God, we tied the bungee around our ankles, shuffled to the edge and jumped. We announced the move to our family and friends, put our house on the market, and began making preparations for the move. We knew it was what we were supposed to do. It was exciting.  Exhilarating.

While we hung there for 4 months waiting for the actual move, the fear set in.  What are we thinking? How can we move away from our family? How can we uproot our children? Our oldest was starting Kindergarten and would be moved after the school year started. We would be leaving so many friends. We would be leaving the church family we loved. How do we afford clothes for different seasons (this was not something I ever dealt with in South Florida!)?  

What I think I was really asking was, “Will God really take care of us? Do I trust in His seamless record of promise keeping? Or now that we have jumped, will we slip out of His grip and fall?”  

I am glad to tell you that the transition from South Florida to Chesapeake, Virginia was  smoother than I ever expected. God kept his promise. Although I could not change the fact that we were moving away from our family, God certainly took care of all of my other fears. Our children met new friends the day we arrived in Virginia and acted like they had always lived there.  Our Florida church family had a going away party and brought winter clothes for each of the kids. Our oldest who was struggling with full-day kindergarten in Florida, transitioned into half-day Kindergarten in VA with ease. People in our new neighborhood quickly friended us. We found an awesome church family right away. God took care of everything. Everything!

Have you ever trusted God, jumped, and then feared slipping from His grip? In Jeremiah 17:7 we are reminded, “But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him.

As you keep your eyes fixed on Jesus and trust in His promises, I encourage you not to fear slipping from His grip. God has an awesome record of being a Promise Keeper!

“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous! Do not tremble or be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”  Joshua 1:9

In His Grip — Tracy Cooper

Still or Sparkling?

“Try not to get lost in comparing yourself to others. Discover your gifts and let them shine!” –Jennie Finch

Whenever we order water at a restaurant in South Africa, the question we are always asked is “Still or Sparkling?”

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That got me to thinking…

Does God reveal himself to you in a still (quiet and reflective) or sparkling (exciting and exuberant) way?

It is probably safe to say that most of us have experienced both. There are times in our Christian walk when we are contemplative, seeking, listening, possibly even in a valley. Other times we are on the mountain top ready to shout the good news.

What about when you asked Christ into your heart? Did you experience a still, peaceful, quietness? Or did you experience a sparkling, life changing transformation?

I grew up in the United Methodist Church. And as is the tradition, my parents had me baptized as a baby and then I attended confirmation classes in middle school. Confirmation is a time to learn, reflect and choose for yourself whether you accept Christ as your personal savior.

I readily chose Christ, as I always believed. I don’t remember a time when I didn’t. So when confirming my faith in middle school, I did not experience a life changing, life altering, shall we say “sparkling” moment. It was just a matter of confirming my faith in public.

All was good.  I was confident in my faith. A stillness in my heart. And then, I heard some friends talk about the “day” they were saved.  They were born again. The exact date. The time. The place. The experience. Wow. It was such an eye opening, “sparkling” experience for them. And they will never forget it! They will remember that date forever.

Then the questions were asked of me. “When were you saved? When were you born again?”  Me? You mean an exact date? Well, I don’t know. Maybe my confirmation date? Is that when I was saved? Is that when I was born again? No; I don’t believe so. But at least it was the date I made my public profession of faith.  Hmm, if only I could remember that date. Then I would have an answer to these very awkward questions.

Over the years, those questions would cause me to doubt my salvation just a little bit each time I was asked. Am I “born again”? Am I “saved”? I have always believed. But I do not have a life changing, “sparkling” transforming experience to share. And I certainly do not have an exact date.  Hmm, if only I could remember that confirmation date.

I started to believe that I had to have a “sparkling” conversion experience in order to know I really had accepted Christ. I found myself asking Christ into my heart over and over again.  Whenever I attended youth events and everyone was invited to close their eyes and raise their hand to accept Christ, I would find myself raising my hand. Maybe this time I will experience that sparkling, overwhelming, earth shattering, life changing transformation. Then I would have a date and a story to share. But every time it was the same. A stillness of knowing Christ.

Then, as a young 20-something I attended a 4-day Christian Retreat. The weekend revolved around listening to 15 amazing talks presented by 15 different women. What I heard was so many awesome stories of how God transformed their lives. They were saved from so many different situations… alcoholism, drug addiction, abuse, neglect, bad marriages, failed relationships, etc. Their lives had completely changed when they accepted Christ. They had stories to share that would certainly help lead others to Christ.

Once again, I felt lost. What is my story? I have lived a good life. I grew up in a loving family.  Never got into any kind of trouble. Graduated from college. Got a good job. And on that retreat weekend, I was one month away from marrying the love of my life (Kurt).

I started to question myself again, “Am I really saved? Born again? Can I be if I have no story to share? No sparkling, life altering transformation?

Before that weekend was over, God revealed himself to me again in a still and quiet way and reminded me of my story. A very blessed life. A story of the grace, love and peace with which He covered me throughout my life.

I am thankful that my salvation story is one of stillness and peace. Now may my life story sparkle as Christ shines through me.  ~ Tracy Cooper

 

Laying Out a Fleece

Have you ever felt so ill-equipped to do the task God has laid before you, that you actually lay out a fleece before God?

“Gideon said to God, “If this is right, if you are using me to save Israel as you’ve said, then look: I’m placing a fleece of wool on the threshing floor. If dew is on the fleece only, but the floor is dry, then I know that you will use me to save Israel, as you said.” Judges 6:36-40 The Message (MSG)

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Gideon was willing to do what God was calling him to do, but because of his feelings of inadequacy, he wanted confirmation.

There was a time when God called me so far out of my comfort zone, that I wasn’t really sure I was hearing Him correctly.  How could he possibly think I was capable of doing that job?

Have you ever felt that way?  How could God possibly be calling me to…  confront that person?… complete that task? … handle this situation?… move my family?… change jobs?

Well, that was what I thought.  I was fortunate enough to be a stay-at-home mom when our children were young.  A job I loved. I always knew that was the job for which I was created. So when I started to feel restless, 15 years into the gig, I wasn’t quite sure why.  Why would I consider doing anything different than what I have been doing? I am comfortable here. My family needs me in this role.

Yet, I was being nudged to do something new.  Something that might take time away from my family.  Was I ready for that? I didn’t know what it was, but the nudge was real.

The struggle started to take place just before Lent in 2004.  Lent, a time to reflect on the life of Christ. A time to dig deeper spiritually and to self-reflect.

Many of us use this time to sacrifice something we love.  This gives us time to reflect and pray whenever we are craving that “thing”.

Others of us choose to add something to our day.  Daily Bible reading, devotions, acts of kindness. Anything that helps us draw closer to Christ.

I decided to “add” to my day and read through “The Purpose Driven Life: What On Earth Am I Here For?” by Rick Warren.  A 40-day study. Perfect.

As I went through the study, the nudge grew stronger.  It was definitely time to do something new. And what I was hearing was it was time for me to do some work outside of the house.

Well, that is a scary thought.  I haven’t worked in the professional world for 15-years.  What could I possibly do now? And besides, I love being a stay-at-home mom.

So, it was time to lay out my fleece.  Lord, if I am hearing you right and I am to go back to work, then you must meet these conditions.  Yes, that is exactly how I said it… snarky and all.

  1. I will work only during the hours my children are in school.
  2. I must have all holidays and summers off with my children.
  3. Although teaching is probably the only job that fits into these conditions, I cannot be a teacher!

I needed to know if it was just me feeling restless because my children were much more independent (10 yrs. – 15 yrs at the time);  or if it was God putting this restlessness in my heart. Hence, the fleece.

Well, God accepted the challenge.  He immediately dropped an opportunity right into my lap.  New Life Church was looking for a new weekday Preschool Director and asked me if I’d consider the position.  The thing is, my degree and experience were not in education. I knew that I knew nothing about being a preschool director (except that I was a preschool mom for many, many years).

Ok, let’s check the fleece.  Surely it won’t pass the test.  (1) √, (2) √, (3) √.

But wait God, I forgot to add one more condition.  (4) It must be something I know how to do. God has such a sense of humor!

I knew His answer, “I have fulfilled all of your conditions.  Now you must trust that I will equip you for the job.” Wow. How do you argue with that?

I accepted the job and learned that I needed to hire a new staff and purchase a curriculum.  Did I mention I was not an educator? Hiring teachers and choosing a curriculum were completely out of my comfort zone.  “Trust me,” I heard.

God supplied the preschool with amazing, qualified teachers and an awesome curriculum that year.  And I knew that He was in control!

I was blessed to be in that role for 10 years.  And I was amazed that God used me in a position I never imagined I was capable of doing.  And I wasn’t.  But He equipped me, guided me and provided me with everything I needed because I trusted Him.

Are you being called out of your comfort zone?  Have you laid out a fleece, yet still don’t trust that God will equip you?  I encourage you not to miss the opportunity God is calling you to. Trust him.  If He is calling you, He will equip you!

We serve an awesome God.  ~Tracy Cooper

Living a Life on Purpose

“It’s never too late to be what you might have been.” – George Eliot

Kurt and I had the opportunity to listen to a former prison gang member address an audience of community leaders, parents and teachers.  Here is his story…

A young boy growing up in the Cape Flats of Capetown, South Africa, Welcome Witbooi was a “Straight A” student in school.  His dad was a successful business man that put high expectations on his son.

Because of his intellect, academic drive and small stature, he was bullied by the other students in school.  When he went home to what should be a place of safety, love and encouragement, his father would tell Welcome he could do better.  What is better than straight A’s?

Because of his low self esteem and his father’s emotional abuse, Welcome was sought out by a street gang.  Gangs sit and observe the community.  They have plenty of time on their hands.  So they sit.  They observe. They wait.  And when the time is right, they pounce.  They are keen to know which children are seeking acceptance and are ready and willing to step in and offer it.

And so it began for Welcome.  At 14-years old, a young man from a gang called, The Firm, drove up in a canary yellow BMW and invited Welcome in.  He befriended Welcome offering him time, money and acceptance.  Welcome was hooked.  He did what he was told to do in order to join the gang.  It started with robbery.  Then progressed.  But he was now part of a group who accepted him.

At 17 years old, Welcome was given his first firearm.  It was time to gain more respect from his gang.  This meant he must take the life of an innocent person.  Before he could, he and seven other gang members were caught in the midst of a home invasion (robbery and attempted murder).  The gang convinced Welcome that because he was the only one under the age of 18, he must take the fall.  The courts would never give him more than two years.  Welcome believed them.  The judge sentenced him to 23 years in prison.

His cocky attitude led him to believe that this was no big deal.  His gang family would be there to visit.  To get him out.  Not once did anybody show up.  He was on his own.

Being in a South African prison is very dangerous.  They are run by numbers gangs.  I don’t just mean the gangs are prevalent.  I mean they run the South African prisons.  As I wrote in the blog post “Gang to Grace”…

In South Africa, numbers gangs control the prison populations.  Once prisoners are sentenced by the South African Department of Corrections (DOC), they are classified into 3 different categories. These categories are either economic offense, sexual offence or a crime of violence. This determines what gang they will join upon arrival. The 26s are thieves, responsible for gambling, smuggling and accruing wealth in general. The 27s are the guardians of gang law, murderers.  And the 28s are the most senior gang, the warriors.  They accrue wifies within the prison population by raping new prisoners.  They are also in charge of the flow of food supply.  There isn’t a prison in South Africa without numbers gangs.  It is a nationwide brotherhood.  New prisoners are recruited upon entrance.

Welcome realized that because of his small stature, he had better figure out how not to be a victim of rape in the prison.  His only chance was to climb the ladder of the 28’s gang.  So that is exactly what he did.  He made it all the way to “General”.  The stars on his shoulders prove it.  Each star represents the murder of a prison warder or another prisoner.  He has 4 stars on each shoulder.

As the senior gang, the 28’s earned money in prison through extortion, prostitution, drugs, etc.  The gangs run so deep and are so interconnected within the prison system of South Africa, they run like a well-oiled machine.  And here was Welcome at the top.  General.  Now called Nongoloza (leader of the 28’s).  Commanding over 2500 inmates.

After years of this life, Welcome was tired.  He says that although he was at the top, he lived in fear.  At any time a lower gang member might try to kill him to try to get his spot.  He wanted out.

Numbers gang members know there is only one way out.  Death.  However, as Welcome reached the highest level, he learned there was another possibility.  Welcome wanted to plead his case.  He wanted a chance to turn his life around.  In order to do that, Welcome had to negotiate with the prison administration to transport four other Generals from four other prisons to his prison to hear his case.  His request was granted.

Four 28’s Generals were brought to Welcome’s prison.  A room was cleared and ready for his case.  Each General stood in the four corners of the room.  Then Welcome was escorted into the room naked and put in the center (naked so that the Generals knew he had no weapons on him).  Two Generals stood in from of him… the “one who sees” and the “one who hears”.  Two stood behind him… the “executioners”.

It was at that time that Welcome said he wanted to retire.  He pleaded his case that he had performed well for the 28’s over the years, but it was time for him to get out.  He wanted to turn his life around.  After he spoke, the Generals escorted him out of the middle of the room and discussed amongst themselves whether he will live or die.  Then he was put back in the middle, facing the same two as before.  However, before the four Generals began their discussion, one turned to Welcome and said thank you for teaching me to read and write.

As Welcome stood in the middle, he had no idea whether this would be the end of his life or the beginning of a new chapter.  The two in front would say he could leave the gang, OR the two in back would stab and kill him.  His life was spared.

Welcome spent two more years in prison before being released.  He believes that the only reason his life was spared and he was allowed to leave the gang was because he taught one of the other Generals, somewhere down the line, how to read and write.

Welcome lived a life of crime and unspeakable acts.  He is not proud of what he did.  But he knows he can use his past to help bring change to the future.

Since being released from prison in 2012, Welcome has worked with offenders who were being introduced back into society.  He works with young boys and girls involved in gangs to get them out. He works with institutions of education to get kids back into school.  Welcome has a foundation that works with children individually, giving them a sense of identity and belonging.

He also conducts parenting workshops to help parents understand the activities their children are involved in.

While here in Knysna, Welcome spent a couple of days in the community.  He walked the streets in day and in night, met with boys involved in gang activities, met with parents, community leaders, school administrators and teachers. 

His mission is two-fold.  To youth, he talks about the importance of education, how to avoid the false sense of security of being in a gang and explains the horrific life of a prisoner.  To adults, he speaks of the importance of responsibility and accountability of the youth in the community.  The parents and teachers must be active in the lives of the children.  Know where they are.  Who their friends are.  The things they are involved in daily.

If good influential adults aren’t there to engage with the youth, the gangs are ready and willing to take their place!

After living the life of Nongoloza, Welcome says he is “Finally, Welcome”.  He is redeemed.  Living a life on purpose.

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Sidenote… Welcome is not only a motivational speaker, he is an actor and an author.  He starred alongside Forrest Whitaker in “The Forgiven”, consulted on prison gang culture for the movie “Four Corners” and has an autobiography titled “All is Not Lost”.