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Haraka, Haraka Haina Baraka

Wednesday, June 30th, 2010
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“Pole, Pole” (pronounced Pole-ay, Pole-ay)

Last week we heard this phrase a lot. Making our way up the Rongai route from the Kenyan border to the top of mount Kilimanjaro. Every time we were passed by a porter or a guide he would say in Swahili “Pole, pole”; go slowly, slowly. For a peak that tops out above 19,000 feet the guides knew that the air was thin and that our bodies were not used to the climate at that altitude. In fact, a majority of our group were from sea level, and even the altitude at the start of our trek (above 6,000 feet) could be a challenge.

It was not lost on us, that their admonishment to go slowly had broader implications than just our physical journey toward the summit. In fact, some of us when we would get a break in the action would pull out our cell phones and begin looking for a signal. Knowing that we were “off the grid” created its own level of angst. With long periods of hiking, alone with your thoughts even though you were part of a larger group, you had plenty of time to think about what was happening back in the real world. Our guides knew this, and so I think their encouragement to us was as much spiritual as it was physical. “Take it slowly. It’s ok. There is a blessing that comes from just experiencing the mountain and knowing that God has something special for you in this place. Don’t waste this unique opportunity.”

If fact, there is a Swahili phrase for the opposite of taking life at a practical pace: “Haraka, Haraka Haina Baraka”, which is Swahili for “Hurry, Hurry has no blessing”

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Lost and Found

Saturday, January 23rd, 2010
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The last two weeks have been particularly emotional. As the Vice President of Information Technology at Compassion International I am particularly connected to people and places around the world. So when a magnitude 7.0 earthquake hit the small island nation of Haiti in the late afternoon of January 12, 2010 my heart stopped. Compassion currently helps more than 65,000 children in Haiti. We have over 7 local Haitian staff members and at the time of the earthquake there was a group of Canadian Sponsors, as well as two U.S. web/video journalists in the country. The Canadian group had just arrived in Haiti when the earthquake hit and diverted to the Canadian embassy and then back out of the country.

The two U.S. team members, however, had just entered the Hotel Montana and were crossing the lobby when the hotel collapsed on top of them. Separated in the chaos and confusion they wound up in different places. Dan Woolley found himself injured and bleeding, but used his SLR camera to take flash photos of his surroundings and made his way safely into an elevator shaft. 65 hours later he would be rescued. As of this writing (11 days after the earthquake) we have still not heard from David Hames.

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Dan Woolley being pulled from the rubble of the Hotel Montana in Port Au Prince Haiti

Watching people frantically search for loved ones after the earthquake has been heart wrenching. A husband grasps and tears at cement block and rebar with his bear hands and calls out for help to anyone passing by because his wife lay under the rubble of what used to be their house. His hands are shredded and bleeding but he can’t slow down, every second counts.

It is with this same ferocity that God pursues us. His love for us so deep and His desire for us so strong that He desperately wants us be rescued from the rubble of broken lives. Like a shepherd who runs into the darkness of night to find a sheep that has wandered off or a mother who has misplaced the money for the weeks groceries and is tearing apart the house in order to find it, God goes to great lengths to be reconnected with us.

I can’t claim to understand what God is thinking as I watch in horror the devastation of an already devastated group of people. But I do know that He loves each and every one of them with an incomprehensible love which far exceeds my ability to understand it.

Down a Familiar Path

Monday, November 30th, 2009
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Two years ago I was able to take my wife Gloria to the Dominican Republic on a Sponsor tour with Compassion International. Now, I have seen Compassion’s work close up for many years, but this was the first time that I was able to share a field experience with my best friend and I was anxious to view things differently. Sure enough, on the first day of the trip the staff took us to a small project where Compassion has what they call a “Child Survival Program”. Child mortality rates are very high in third world countries and the child Survival program is a very special program that meets the needs of Moms and their babies from pre-natal up through 3 or 4 years old. The aim of the program is to give the babies the best possible start in life by teaching mothers how to love and care for this new little person in their lives.

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A part of the project tour included a home visit. We happened to visit the home of a young mother named Katherine. Katherine was just a teenager, children having children. Her daughter, Villenny, was what brought her to Compassion’s project. Katherine lived in a small 10×10 shack cobbled together outside of her mothers house with nothing but a dirt floor. Made of plywood and tin and not enough of either to actually keep the weather out. It seemed like the kind of place that might be dryer outside in a rainstorm.

For me these were fairly familiar surroundings. For Gloria, this was all overwhelming and new. Gloria’s heart was broken that day for young mothers and the reality of the conditions in which they live. She noticed, for example, that the only door that Katherine had on your small house was a piece of plywood that you would pull across the opening. Anyone wishing to break in and do the small, frail family harm had easy access. That day we fell in love with Katherine and her baby, and I have thought about her and her condition many times since.

Today, I was traveling with a group of businessmen from the U.S. to the Dominican Republic to introduce them to Compassion’s ministry. Two years after meeting Katherine, I find myself walking down the broken and dangerous path to Katherine’s house. “What are you doing God?” I am asking myself. This was not planned. I had no idea that I would returning to the same neighborhood, the same church, the same house that I had visited so long ago. And yet, here I was.

Katherine was changed. She was different. Her countenance was brighter and she was more open. She had learned valuable skills from being a part of Compassion and she was now making and selling jewelry in order to support her family. Although her countenance had changed, her living conditions had not. The shack with the dirt floor in which she lived looked no more protective than it had before. Sure, the she had painted a window on her plywood door, but it still provided no more protection than when we were here last. I had the opportunity to pray for this small family, and I am in the process of determining if I can sponsor the little girl, Villenny, in the Compassion child development project.

Here is what I learned today. God orchestrates amazing encounters. Be on the alert for what He is doing. Who knows if He will approach you through something foreign or through something familiar.

Interested in sponsoring a child of your own through Compassion? Click HERE for a list of kids in need.

M is for Mobile

Tuesday, October 20th, 2009
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When I was a kid, I LOVED the show M.A.S.H. The 11 year running sitcom (251 episodes) was the story of an American Mobile Army Surgical Hospital (M.A.S.H.) during the Korean war. The story of the 4077 with it’s fusion of both the starkness and horrors of war with a gallows humor captured my attention (and not a small amount of my free time). Where we happened to live on the central coast of California (half way between San Francisco and Los Angeles) we could get TV channels from both markets (SF and LA). When the series was in syndication (i.e. “reruns”) I could watch M.A.S.H. each week night from 6pm until 8pm.

I recall one particular episode where the commanding officer of the M.A.S.H. unit, Col. Sherman T. Potter (played by Harry Morgan) decided to move the whole operation to another location. If you were a fan of the show, it did not take long to realize that the location for the hospital was not very mobile, but quite static. Col. Potter wanted to move the unit, not becuase it was required, but the whole point of a Mobile Army Surgical Hospital was that it should be “MOBILE”. When questioned as to why the hospital would have to move he said “M is for Mobile!”. To many it seemed like a pointless exercise, but to the Col. being able to move the hospital at a moments notice was an important aspect of why they existed and could be critical to their survival. In other words, being mobile, was what a mobile hospital was all about.

Funny, isn’t it, that sometimes we let a part of ourself go dormant that we consider to be “who” we really are. It is often most easily seen in the middle-aged man who is 50 pounds over weight, but still considers himself to be an athlete because he wrestled in high school. In his heart, he truly wants to be an athlete. In fact, he considers himself to be athletic. However…he is not. He has allowed who he was to go dormant. Of course, it is not limited to our physical being. Emotionally, mentally, spiritually we often allow things to go dormant that we once believed was inseparable from who we truly are. It is far too easy to become complacent and simply let what is important slip by.

What is it for you? What have you allowed to go dormant that you would consider to be a part of who you really are. It could be critical to your survival. Time to get up and get moving…M is for Mobile!

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God Loves Being Discovered

Sunday, September 27th, 2009
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Thomas Jefferson said “Question with boldness even the existence of God. Because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason, than that of blind-folded fear.”

I believe that God exists and that, if we seek for him, he will not hide from us. I believe that God loves us. Individually, uniquely, exceptionally, and deeply. And with even a small and uncertain step in His direction, he will bridge the gap.

God doesn’t sweat your questions. In fact, I believe that he is anxious for you to ask, to genuinely seek truth.

I don’t mean trick questions like “Could God make a rock so big even he could not pick it up?” I have heard a lot of these types of questions when people are simply trying to trip someone up. In fact, I believe questions like this will only produce additional confusion for the one who is asking. Strengthen their resolve that there is “proof” that God could not possibly exist. Let me explain. In the case of a question like this, the scrutinizer is not truly looking for the answer to fill a gap in their knowledge, but attempting to prove a conclusion to which they have already come…often without genuinely seeking for the truth, but wishing to make themselves feel better about a predefined judgement.

I also don’t believe in blind faith. God has granted us reason and logic and science and mathematics and biology and chemistry, the list goes on. I think all of those things exists in order for him to demonstrate who he is. And I believe God enjoys it when we discover him in the quirkiest of ways. Someone looking deep into the human genome, or into the farthest reaches of space. Someone who finds God in the beauty of a sunset or the strength of the human spirit battling a terminal illness. God loves being discovered.

If God exists, and if he wants to have a relationship with mankind, then he will not hide from those who truly seek him. Do you doubt it? Not sure about this God thing? Not sure if he even really exists. Did my opening paragraph about God loving you sound odd or even misplaced? Dig deeper. Don’t take my word for it. Taste and see for yourself. Question boldly.

It Could Always be Worse!

Saturday, August 29th, 2009
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I was having a pretty rough day today. You know the kind…it’s beautiful outside, and I am stuck inside working on some pretty tough stuff for work. In addition, the work is draining and emotional…the kind you don’t want to do on a Monday, let alone on the last Saturday of August! In the afternoon I called a friend to set up dinner with our wives on Sunday night. When he picked up the phone I said “what are you doing?” He said “sitting outside in the garden enjoying a nice lunch on this beautiful day.” That’s when the truckload of jealousy just backed up and dumped its entire load. So, I responded “Wow, that’s much better than what I am doing today.” To which he said “Oh, I don’t know…the topic of our conversation is death.” You see, his Father-in-law is in the hospital, in bad shape, and the family is struggling to make some very difficult, very real life and death decisions.

You know, it is not all about me. Sometimes I too know its not all about me. But today I realized how easy it is to fixate on all of the things around me that I don’t like. Things that are hard. Things that are uncomfortable. And I guess it is human nature to think my plight is so much worse than anyone else’s. “You don’t understand my pain”, “you haven’t been where I am”, “you have it easy!”

When we lived in the San Francisco Bay area in the early 90′s, we lived in a small (and up-scale) neighborhood called San Ramon. Nice place; mostly families and young professionals. Executives and their kids living out the American dream. Just on the other side of a small foothill was the city of Oakland. Pretty rough place. And I can remember thinking that there were some people in Oakland who had never been to the mall. Never sat in a fine restaurant. Never paid $4 for a cup of coffee. And that there were people in San Ramon who had never seen a neighbor shot to death. Who have never had to walk on the opposite side of the street to keep from being harassed. Never lived in fear because the house next door had been turned into a Crack House that was selling drugs to anyone who stopped by, any time of the day or night. Two cities, side-by-side, but worlds apart. And yet, the fact that someone’s manicure was totally botched and they could not get their money back and do not have time to have it redone before the party tonight, feels just as painful to them none-the-less.

I suppose it is about degrees of suffering. Or perhaps appreciation of your plight “in context” of what it could be, or what others have to endure. Intellectually we know that “it could always be worse”…in sort of a “all things work together for good” empty platitude way. But every once in awhile, we get a real glimpse that IT COULD, ALWAYS, BE WORSE! May we continually remember to be thankful, to be grateful, to be relieved and appreciate that, but for the Grace of God my life would be very different. And may we always remember that there is someone around us who could use a hand up…even it is just to the ledge we are on, only inches above theirs.

Chained to our Stuff

Thursday, August 13th, 2009
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Our stuff.

As much as we hate to admit it, we are often very enamored with our stuff. When we start out in life we don’t have much stuff. In fact, we are thankful for whatever stuff other people have given to us. When we live with our parents, we just use their stuff. Then when we move out, we scrounge whatever stuff we can find. When Gloria and I were married in 1987 we had very little. My Grandparents had an old couch that they decided to give to us. The couch was a little worn out. So, out of the kindness of their hearts, they had it reupholstered…In the finest 1970, brown checked pattern you have ever seen. But you know what…we had a couch; and it was a sofa bed! And although we did not have very many overnight guests, it was much more comfortable than sleeping outside when I said something incredibly stupid or hurful to my new bride.

But after a while something subtle and unexpected begins to happen. We start to accumulate more and nicer stuff. And, in the accumulation, our attitude toward our stuff changes. At some point we have an outfit, or television, or car that we just would not want to live without. In fact, we have a tendency to get bigger and nicer containers for our stuff (houses) so that we can shove more stuff inside. And then eventually (and without awareness) we sense that a type of fear has crept into our life. The type of fear that comes from “hey, I don’t want to lose my house and stuff, so I better keep this job” even if keeping THAT job means not pursuing your passion as a dancer, or musician, or great Dad, or healer or…well you get the idea. Accumulating things and having control over lots of stuff, actually turns on you; to the point that your stuff gains control over you, and kills in you the richness that comes from knowing dependence on the One who will never fail you and can never be taken away.

In his great book “The Jesus I Never Knew”, Philip Yancey discusses the insights of writer Monika Hellwig, who lists the “advantages” to being poor:

“1. The poor know they are in urgent need of redemption.
2. The poor know not only their dependence on God and on powerful people but also their interdependence with one another.
3. The poor rest their security not on things but on people.
4. The poor have no exaggerated sense of their own importance, and no exaggerated need of privacy.
5. The poor expect little from competition and much from cooperation.
6. The poor can distinguish between necessities and luxuries.
7. The poor can wait, because they have acquired a kind of dogged patience born of acknowledged dependence.
8. The fears of the poor are more realistic and less exaggerated, because they already know that one can survive great suffering and want.
9. When the poor have the Gospel preached to them, it sounds like good news and not like a threat or a scolding.
10. The poor can respond to the call of the Gospel with a certain abandonment and uncomplicated totality because they have so little to lose and are ready for anything.

In summary, through no choice of their own — they may urgently wish otherwise — poor people find themselves in a posture that befits the grace of God. In their state of neediness, dependence and dissatisfaction with life, they may welcome God’s free gift of love.

As an exercise I went back over Monika Hellwig’s list, substituting the word “rich” for “poor” and changing the sentence to its opposite. “The rich do not know they are in urgent need of redemption…The rich rest their security not on people but on things…”

Next, I tried something far more threatening: I substituted the word “I.” Reviewing each of the ten statements, I asked myself if my own attitudes more resembled those of the poor or the rich. Do I easily acknowledge my needs? Do I readily depend on God and on other people? Where does my security rest? Am I more likely to compete or cooperate? Can I distinguish between necessities and luxuries? Am I patient? Do the Beatitudes sound like good news or like a scolding?”

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Love Complicates the Life of God

Sunday, August 9th, 2009
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In his great book “Epic” John Eldredge talks about the gift that God has given mankind in the form of a human heart. Our ability to love, and the freedom that God gives us to love is amazing…and terribly risky for God. Here is how he explains it:

“God gives us the freedom to reject him.
He gives to each of us a will of our own.
Good grief, why? He knows what free-willed creatures can do. He has already suffered one massive betrayal in the rebellion of the angels. He knows how we will use our freedom, what misery and suffering, what hell will be unleashed on earth because of our choices. Why? Is he out of his mind?
The answer is simple and staggering as this: If you want a world where love is real, you must allow each person the freedom to choose.

‘Power can do everything but the most important thing: it cannot control love…In a concentration camp, the guards possess almost unlimited power. By applying force, they can make you renounce your God, curse your family, work without pay, eat human excrement, kill and then bury your closest friend or even your own mother. All this is within their power. Only one thing is not: they cannot force you to love them. This fact may help explain why God sometimes seems shy to use his power. He created us to love him, but his most impressive displays of miracle — the kind we may secretly long for — do nothing to foster that love. As Douglas John Hall has put it, “God’s problem is not that God is not able to do certain things. God’s problem is that God loves. Love complicates the life of God as it complicates every life.”‘
(Philip Yancey, Disappointment with God)

Any parent or lover knows this: love is choosen. You canot, in the end, force anyone to love you.”

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Missed it by that Much

Saturday, July 25th, 2009
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On my way to work each day I drive through a local golf course. This morning as I was passing the green of one, not so difficult, hole I noticed that a golf ball came bouncing over the green and was competing with my 4-Runner for the lane I was in. As the rouge golf ball passed my car on the right (illegal in Colorado) the infamous Maxwell Smart quote “Missed it by that Much” came into my head. To be sure I was thankful that the ball missed my car, but would I have been as thankful if the ball would have hit my truck?

What I mean is, we seem to be grateful when circumstances work out the way that we think they should. In this case, as I watched disaster bounce past me, I thought of all of the “hassle” that I just avoided by not having a windshield replace, a dent removed, an accident explained to my insurance company, a golfer with a black eye (OK, I would have been the one with the black eye…who am I kidding?) Sometimes we label circumstances as “good” or “bad” based on the illusion of what we can see, not on the reality of what God can see. Let me explain. I have a friend, named Benjamin, who had cancer as a high school student. Now, the misfortune of a high school student contracting cancer is powerful and causes us all to wonder “what the heck?!” I believe because they are so young, have so much potential, so many years to realize that potential and because we wonder “what would have come of all that capability?” They could have been and said and done so much, if only…”. The part that is powerful is the “if only”. We assume that the illness removes their potential and in its place leaves only desolation and devastation. In Ben’s case he was a powerful athlete, an NFL hopeful with dreams of a thundering and celebrated career. And all of that stopped…suddenly. His dreams annihilated by countless surgeries and endless hospital stays. At the end of it all, Ben was alive but had one less leg than he started with. After many attempts to remove the cancer but save his leg, ultimately his leg was amputated. A tragedy.

Or was it? Today Ben will tell you that “I lost my leg, but gained my life.” Knowing Ben for well over a decade, I can tell you that this is not rhetoric, but a true appreciation for what he gained, knowing full well the price he paid to gain it.

Check out the Article in the Colorado Springs Gazette: Click HERE

Sometimes we see things as “bad” when they are really “Best”.

Be ANXIOUS for NOTHING
Be PRAYERFUL for EVERYTHING
Be THANKFUL for ANYTHING  

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Why not me?

Wednesday, July 15th, 2009
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I saw a story tonight that absolutely moved me. A young man in Ohio named Blake Haxton who, as a high school student, contracted Necrotizing Fasciitis (“Flesh Eating Disease”). According to the National Necrotizing Fasciitis Foundation the disease is a bacterial infection caused commonly by group A Strep bacteria, which is the same bacteria that causes common Strep throat. Usually easily killed by antibiotics, sometimes a very strong variety of Strep occurs. This is the one that causes the life-threatening cases and is known as the “flesh-eating” bacteria. NF can also be caused by other bacteria, or a mixture of bacteria. The bacteria destroys soft tissue at the subcutaneous level, and often is coupled with toxic shock syndrome, both are deadly alone, together they are even more so. If muscle is destroyed, it is necrotizing myositis. (Click HERE for more information).

One thing was true before the disease hit, Haxton loved to row. He was Captain of his high school rowing team for two years and secured a fifth place medal at the Head of Charles regatta and a first place medal in the Men’s Junior Open at the Midwest Erg Sprints at Ohio State University. Blake was even recruited by Harvard to be a part of their elite program. He was a strong and influential leader and he had great aspirations, his choice of colleges as well as the opportunity to do what he loved.

As I watched the story of this amazingly strong young man I was touched. Yes, by his courage. Yes, by his strength of character. Yes, by his positive and uplifting attitude. But, more than anything it was by one simple statement that he made. Haxton said “I’ve definitely felt the, you know, the ‘why me?’ and all that, but at the same time, you know, why not me?”

When challenges befall us, whether big or small, we sometimes are tempted to feel somewhat small in the face of that giant adversity. What I mean is, we think “why is this happening to me?” almost as if we think someone else would be better able to handle the situation, or someone else would better learn from the experience. Why do we do this? It takes so much from who we truly are.

God loves and understands us in a way that is so intimate, so familiar and He is so strongly confident in what you can become that He is willing to go through anything, or to take you through anything to realize your potential. True, sometimes God uses dark colors to paint the portrait of your character, but those colors are always necessary.

Haxton said “You do what you can and let God do what you can’t.” I promise you that God will never take you through something that you and He together cannot face. While He is in the business of breaking our will, He will never break our spirit.

Want to know more about Blake’s story? Click HERE

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