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What’s the Point?

Sarah came in from school and threw her bag on the couch before slouching down on it herself.

“Oh, hullo Uncle Jeff! I didn’t see you there!”, she said as she saw him sitting there already. “I haven’t seen you for a while!”

“No, I’ve just come back from Australia,” he said as he reached for his cup of tea. “How are things going anyway?”

“Oh, alright I suppose,” she said, “but I sometimes wonder what the point is in it all!”

“What do you mean by that?” Uncle Jeff asked.

 “Aw, you know,” she said, “It’s the same old thing every day, and you never seem to get ahead!”

“You know, I think you are missing the point,” Uncle Jeff said, “You know, God has given everyone a purpose while we go through life, and that is to do the very best we can. Even if other people don’t seem to appreciate our efforts, at least later on we won’t have any regrets that we could have done better!”

“You know,”  Sarah said, taking a totally different tack, “our Bible Study leader said last week that we are all made in the image of God. How come?”

Uncle Jeff thought for a minute and then said, “Well. it does say that in the Bible, and that is our guide-line for what we believe.  It’s like this….we are all made by God’s hand and with some of His attributes. What does the Bible tell us the first things that God did were?”

“Well,” Sarah said thoughtfully, “He made the world and everything that is in it.”

“That’s right,” Uncle Jeff said, “And do you remember what He thought of the things He had made?”

“It says that God saw what He had made and that it was good,” Sarah said.

“What was the last thing God made?” Uncle Jeff went on “What did He say about that?”

Sarah thought for a minute and then said slowly, “It was a man, and it says that when He looked at everything then, it was VERY good!”

“You know,” Uncle Jeff went on, “God had great satisfaction out of all His creating power and looking at the birds, bees and flowers that he had made as well as the animals and then finally the man. Do you remember what God said when he saw that the man had no-one else for company? He said, ‘It’s not good for man to be alone! I’ll make someone else to be his helper!!’  And you know that those are the two things that God has put into the heart and mind of every single human being since that first day….satisfaction in creating things, and the need for a relationship.”

“Ye-e-s, I suppose so, “ Sarah said, “I know I enjoy seeing something I’ve made when it’s finished, and I like to show it to my friends”.

“That’s right,” said Uncle Jeff, “Even doing the simple things like baking a cake, or getting a meal ready gives us satisfaction, and even more so when we can share it with our friends and family.”

“Yes, I see that now,” Sarah said, cheering up somewhat, “I suppose we can say that that is what the point of doing things is!”

“That’s the girl!,” Uncle Jeff said, “ now let’s go outside and you show me those roses that Mum has been growing for the show!”

God STILL Does Miracles!

    We recently did a motor-home trip around the North Island of New Zealand, and on the way home attended a Rally for Christian Motor-homers, called the Good News Vanners. The last night there, we had  a young missionary doctor come to speak to us, who told us about a lot of the miracles he had seen in healing in the land of Sudan in Africa. One poor child was born with two back to front feet, and had learned to walk like that….hard to imagine. The parents were desperate for help for their child, but refused to go to  the missionaries for either medical or spiritual help.

   By the time the witch doctors had finished with him, the parents could see there was no help there, and finally went to the missionaries in desperation. The missionaries told the parents that God could heal him if they would only believe that He could. The parents agreed, and the missionary medical people  prayed earnestly for him. Lo and behold after a while, one foot began to turn around to normal. So they then decided to operate on the other one to fix it, and the boy now has two good feet that he can run and play on. They felt that doing it this way showed the people that God uses many different ways to answer prayer….the first one was a straight out miracle, and the second one was an equal miracle but answered by the surgeon’s expertise.

   It reminded me of a story I used to tell at Bible-in-schools classes, where there was small girl who had brown eyes, but she didn’t like them. She asked her mother if God really could answer prayer  and when her mother said, “Of course”, then said she was going to pray for blue eyes. The next morning she couldn’t wait to run to the mirror to see these beautiful blue eyes that God was giving her. Alas, she was so disappointed to see her own brown eyes looking back at her. Her prayers weren’t answered the way she wanted them to be! Her mother was a wise woman, and she said, “Look dear, God HAS answered your prayer. The only difference is that He has answered it with a no, and not with a yes”,

   When the little girl grew up, she became a missionary in India and felt so sorry for all the poor ladies there, that she set out to help them. She dressed like they did, and with her dark hair and big brown eyes, she almost looked like an Indian herself. She was able to make friends with them easily as they felt comfortable with her, and told them about the love of Jesus, as well as show it to them practically by all she did to help them. It was only then (all those years later), that she realized that if God had given her the blue eyes that she so badly wanted when she was little, she couldn’t have made friends with these people like she had,  and helped them as she did.

    The point of this story is that God knows what is best for us when we pray for something we badly want, and answers us accordingly. There were many other stories that the missionary told us that last night about his work as a doctor over in that country, and we were glad that we had been there to hear them. God had performed many miracles, some supernaturally, and some through medical help, but all miracles for those concerned.

Who’s Driving Your Car?

         Sarah was sitting in church one Sunday morning with her mind only half on what the speaker was saying. ….

“I’m going to tell you a modern day parable to illustrate what I’m trying to get across to you”, he said, “We hear people talk about being ‘filled with the Holy Spirit, and allowing Him to control you’. The Apostle Paul tells us that we are to allow the Holy Spirit to fill us….we are not to be controlled by strong drink like a drunk person, but we are to allow Him to control us in the same way….”

   Sarah suddenly sat up when she heard the preacher say….”It’s like this. Imagine you are driving your car along the road of life, and you see a hitch-hiker with his thumb up asking for a ride. You somehow know that this is the Lord Jesus asking to come into your life. You have the choice of either going straight past Him or stopping and giving Him a lift. Most people will just go straight past Him and not give Him a thought. But perhaps you think you would like to ask Him into the car with you.

 You stop and let Him in….but where are you going to put Him? In the luggage compartment? No, you are not that mean. In the back seat then? Well, no, you would like to talk to Him a bit on the trip. What if He asked for the keys of the car? No way, you think, I’m driving this car and I want to go here or there where I please.

    This is just what we all do with the Lord Jesus…we might let Him drive a short distance after we’ve been to camp and got a spiritual lift, or after hearing a good speaker at church. But then you simply HAVE to make a stop along the way, and when you get back into the car, you are back behind the wheel again!”

   Sarah sighed. Why did preachers always have to put you on the spot? She knew very well that there were times when she did wrong things and went to wrong places or looked at wrong things, and that Jesus certainly wasn’t driving her car at those times.

    The preacher finished his talk, but the things that he said stuck in Sarah’s mind, and as she got older she always thought of this little parable whenever she was tempted to do something she knew wouldn’t please the Lord.

    She really DID want to let Him drive her “car” but it wasn’t always easy. After all what was it the Lord Jesus said to His disciples?  “If any person will follow Me, let him deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow Me”. (Luke 9:23)

It’s Too Hard!

“Oh, it’s too hard!” Sarah cried out in disgust, and threw her study book down. Uncle Jeff was there having a cup of tea with the grown-ups in the other room, and he came in just in time to hear Sarah say this. “Is that your study  for this week Sarah?” he asked, “What is it about, that you think is too hard?”

“Well, it’s that part that talks about doing what God wants us to do, and then we find we can’t manage it”, Sarah said, “And that’s exactly what I’m finding! I tell God I’m sorry for the mean things I’ve done and said, and promise I won’t do it again, and then by the time next week comes, I’m right back to square one!”

“What sort of things do you want to do, Sarah?” Uncle Jeff asked.

“Well, I want to do what God wants me to, but when someone does something mean to me then I fly off at them, and I know that’s not right and not pleasing God”.

“Well, you know”, Uncle Jeff said thoughtfully, “I used to be like that too. I always desperately wanted to do what God wanted me to and then I would fail and feel miserable. But one day I realised that I was putting things the wrong way around. I saw that it didn’t depend on me doing anything at all!”

“Really?” said Sarah, “Well, what DOES it depend on then?”

“I heard a preacher that said it is three “D”s …we have to DEPEND on God, DIE to   ourselves, and do it DAILY, and I realised that it isn’t what I do, it is what God does for me!”  

“Really?” Sarah said again, “What exactly does all that mean Uncle Jeff?”

“It’s not a question of US hanging onto God, it’s a question of us letting God hang onto us. It is HIS work IN us, not our work FOR Him that matters.”

“Does that mean we don’t do anything then?” asked Bobby who had been sitting there quietly all through this conversation and suddenly piped up, “That’s good, then I don’t have to try to be good!”

“It’s not quite like that”, Uncle Jeff said, “It means we have to ask God to help us because we can’t do it ourselves, and we have to ask that every day!”

“Oh, I see what you mean”, Sarah said, “It means that we die to things we want to do, and then depend on God to help us do this every single day!”

“Yes”, said Bobby with a grin, “That means you don’t grumble about doing the dishes and other things when Mum asks you to help!”

“Mmm yes,” said Sarah slowly, “And it isn’t going to be easy either but I’ll try my best!”

“That’s right, my girl!” said Uncle Jeff, “Remember, we have to let go, and let God do it in us!” (Romans 7:14-25)

Why?

                                   Why Do Bad things Happen to Good People?                                                        (Read Luke 7:11-29)

“Well”, said Dad as the family sat down around the lunch table, “What did you learn at church today?” “The preacher told us about John the Baptist being in prison”, Bobby said munching his lettuce and ham. “Yes, and it was all because he told the king he shouldn’t be doing wrong things”, said Sarah, “Everyone knew about it so I don’t see why John should have been put in prison.” “That’s right”, said Bobby, “Why DO bad things happen to good people anyway? Can’t God stop them happening?””.

“What do you think Uncle Jeff?” Sarah said, turning to him. “Well, it’s like this”, Uncle Jeff said, “John was given a special job to do by God….can you remember what it was?” “I remember”, Betty piped up, “Our teacher told us about John. It was his job to tell people that Jesus was coming wasn’t it?” “That’s right” said Uncle Jeff, “And now that job was finished. Jesus was there, going around teaching the people and doing miracles for them, and they could see and hear Him for themselves”. “I know that”, Bobby said, “But it still doesn’t seem fair for John to be put in prison”. “John was a strong man”, Dad said, “And God knew He could depend on him, even in prison”. “Yes, but he did wonder what had gone wrong”, Sarah said thoughtfully, “Because he sent that message to Jesus asking if he had been mistaken.”

“Can you remember what happened to the messengers then?” Uncle Jeff asked. “Yes, Jesus didn’t answer them straight away. Instead He took them with Him while He was healing the sick people, and making blind people see and deaf people hear. And all the time He was preaching to people around Him”, said Bobby. “Then He told them to go back to John and tell him what they had seen Him doing. He specially said to not be offended by Jesus because he was in prison…he wasn’t to blame God for what had happened”, said Sarah. “I DID notice one thing though”, she carried on, “Jesus didn’t growl at him for wondering these things.” “No, that’s right” Dad said, “What do you think that shows us about Jesus?” “How understanding He is”, Sarah said. “Yes, and then He went on to tell the people what a great man John was and how strong he was for God”, Bobby said. “I heard that too”, said Betty, “John did what God told him to”. “That’s right Betty”, said Uncle Jeff, “Jesus told the people that John had been a special announcer telling people that God’s Messenger was right there with them. John was a tough man, one who wouldn’t change his mind, and he never did. But he DID want to make sure he was right. Once his friends returned and told him what Jesus had been doing, he knew for sure that Jesus was the real Messiah”.

“Yes,” said Bobby, “But you still haven’t said why God allowed all this to happen and then didn’t the king chop his head off in the end?” “Well, like I said before, John’s job was done. He had done all that God asked him to do, and now God was ready to take him to be with Him. We can’t argue with God….when it is His time to take us, it will happen. John was obedient to what God had asked him to do and we must be the same, and then we will be ready to meet Him, no matter when”. “Mmmm”, said Bobby thoughtfully, “That’s a hard ask.” “It sure is”, agreed Sarah, “But after all God has the last say for all of us doesn’t He?” “I want to be ready”, said Betty as she reached for a piece of apple pie. “Now, now”, said Mum, “That’s the second piece you’ve had Betty!” Betty quickly began to eat it. “I guess that life isn’t always about being fair”, Sarah said thoughtfully. “That’s right”, said Dad, “That is what makes us strong Christians and better for God rather than being bitter against Him. Big  winds make plants grow stronger. Without that they stay soft and weak”. “I don’t want to be soft and weak”, Betty said.

 Mum looked across at Dad and smiled. She knew how little anyone knows about what lies ahead in life’s journey, and how we all have to be ready. for whatever comes our way!

The Story of Tarore (continued from last week)

  One night on this trip with her father, there was a shout from some enemy marauders, and all Ngakuku’s men quickly got away. But Tarore didn’t hear them and when the enemy came upon her, they killed her with their clubs and then took her book and made off. None of them could read and they didn’t really know what to do with it.

When they arrived at their home village at Rotorua, one of the captive slaves there could read. So he picked it up and would read it out loud to anyone who would listen. After some weeks, the message of the book started to work on the chief who had killed Tarore. “Those are the words of Truth”, he said, “It is teaching us that we must only do good to others. I have not done good. I must go and tell Ngakuku what I have learned”.

He made his way through the bush trails and over the hills to Ngakuku’s village. When the men of the village saw him coming, they said to Ngakuku, “Here is our enemy. We must kill him and take utu (revenge) for our little Tarore”.

“No, no” said Ngakuku, “That is not right either. That is not the way of Tarore’s book. Let us hear what he has to say”.

So the two chiefs met together, and made peace with each other. They had both come to know the One True God that Tarore’s little book had told them about, and it took all the hatred away from them.                                                                                                                                       But Tarore’s little book had not finished its work yet. The slave at Rotorua was set free to go back to his own place which was many miles to the south, and when he went he took Tarore’s book with him. After all, no-one else could read it. Once again that little book did its work. As the slave read out loud to the people around the fire, two more young warriors heard what it said and believed it. They talked together and said that it wasn’t good to keep these words to themselves.

“Let’s go and tell the southern tribes these words of the One True God”, they said. So they asked for the little book and paddled off down through Cook Strait, and along the eastern coast of New Zealand’s South Island eastern coastline.    Everywhere they pulled over to stay, they would read the words of this book of Luke. Many of the Maori people believed their words, and when the white missionaries went to those areas many years later, they found the people were already believing about the One True God.

It all started with one little girl who wanted to learn to read. What seemed to be a terrible tragedy when little Tarore was killed, God turned into a wonderful blessing….Tarore went to be with Him and many hundreds of people came to hear about Him as a result. It just shows that we are never too little to tell others about the Lord Jesus. Tarore’s grave is still able to be seen in a paddock near Highway 27 just out of Matamata, Waikato….it has a plaque with her name on it.

The True Story of Tarore, Part One

Tarore was a little Maori girl who lived in the Waikato part of New Zealand back in the times when there were only a very few white people living there. The Maori people still hadn’t got European clothes to wear, nor did they have proper houses to live in. Things were still very primitive in their villages. Tarore didn’t really know much about the white people. She lived in the village with her parents and her little brother.

She often heard her father talking with the other warriors about things like battles and utu (revenge) and she knew there were often wars going on between the different tribes near where they were living. If anyone was killed, even if it was an accident, one of that person’s relatives would have to kill another person to get even.

Tarore knew that white people had books that they could read, and there came this longing into her mind, that she wanted to learn to read. If only she could get to where the white missionary lady lived, she might teach her to read, she thought. She told her father (Ngakuku) one day about this, and how much she wanted to be able to read.                                                                                                                           “What good will that do you?”, he asked, “It won’t help you to get food to eat!”

But nothing put Tarore off. Every now and then, she would ask her father to let her go and see the white  lady. At last, he said “Yes”, and Tarore was so pleased. She could hardly wait to leave and go.           She trudged along the forest trails and over the high hills between their village and the new town on the coast where the missionaries lived. When she arrived at the house where the missionaries (Mr. and Mrs. Brown) lived, she was almost too afraid to walk up the path and knock on the door. But she got enough courage to do this. Mrs. Brown came to the door and saw this little Maori girl standing there in her flax  skirt holding her little kit-bag with a few things in it. Mrs. Brown knew enough of the Maori language to understand what Tarore was saying.                                                                                                                    “Of course we will teach you how to read”, she said kindly, “But you will have to live with us here in the house and learn our ways first”. Tarore was overjoyed and soon learned how to wear the strange sort of clothes that Mrs. Brown gave her. She also had to learn how to sit at a table and eat her food off a plate with a knife and fork. She found this very strange at first….it was so much easier and quicker to eat with one’s fingers! But because she couldn’t wait to begin her reading lessons, she quickly did as she was told.                                                       She had other things to learn too. How to sleep in a proper bed instead of on the floor, and then how to make it the next morning. How to have a bath and keep her hair tidy and clean. Everything was so different!

At last the day came when she could begin to learn to read. She picked it up very quickly, but also had to learn how to spell words out and how to write them too. She also learned about the Bible and how it was God’s book for everyone to read. She was so pleased that she would be able to learn to read from this book.  The part of the Bible that Mrs. Brown used to teach Tarore to read from,  was the  part called the book of Luke (in the Maori language it was Ruka). Mrs. Brown taught her in the Maori language from a Maori translation of the Bible.                                                                                                             After some months, Mrs. Brown told Tarore she had learned enough to go home and read to the whanau (family). Mrs. Brown prayed as she watched Tarore trot off  wearing her green dress and carrying her little kit-bag with her precious copy of Luke in it, “Please dear God, keep her safe and help her to be able to tell her own people about You”.

Tarore made her way home and was so happy to be able to read to her family as they sat around the fire at night. At first her father,  Ngakuku refused to listen.                                                                                   “That’s just stuff for women and children” he said.                                            But after some weeks, he began to listen and one day, he said,                “Those are the words of truth from the One True God”.

Shortly after this, he and some of his men made a journey off through the bush, taking Tarore and her little brother with them. Tarore took her precious copy of the book of  Luke with her, and at night  she would read it before lying down and then put it under her head as she went to sleep.

(This story will be continued next week)

Great Meanings

   “Sarah, tell me what the sermon was about this morning,”  Uncle Jeff asked as the family finished their lunch around the table one Sunday.

“Well, the minister had three points,“  Sarah said as she folded her table napkin, “He was talking about Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, ” she said as an afterthought.

“What about them?” Uncle Jeff asked, “What can you remember about them Bobby?” he asked as he turned to him.

“He said that Abraham was always building an altar everywhere he stayed”, Bobby said.

“Well, that’s right”,  Uncle Jeff said, “But why would he want to do that?”

“He did it for God,” Betty piped up .

“Did not,” said Bobby, “He did it because God told him to!”

“That’s what I said, “  Betty said in an aggrieved voice.

“Come on you two,” Mum said, “That’s enough!”

“Well, what about Isaac then?” Uncle Jeff asked. “What was so special about Isaac?”

“Isaac was a promised baby,” Sarah said, “His mother and father didn’t have any children for years and years and God kept telling them they would, and at last they did. They called him Isaac which means happy.”

“That’s right,” said Uncle Jeff, “And he was a happy little boy too. What did he do when he grew up?”

“He dug wells wherever he went,” Bobby said.

“What do you think the wells meant? What were they for?” Uncle Jeff asked.

“ Well, wells give water,” said Sarah thoughtfully, “So they must stop people being thirsty. We need water too, to get washed with.”

“Alright,” said Uncle Jeff , “Let’s think about these two things for a minute. Abraham made altars, and Jacob dug wells. What do you think they signify?”

“Dunno!” said Bobby as he ran an imaginary truck along the edge of the table.

“I guess Abraham  wanted to worship God and that Isaac believed that God would give him the water he needed for his soul. After all, we all need water to wash with and to drink.” Sarah said.

“That’s quite right,” Uncle Jeff said. “What else did the preacher say this morning? What was the third thing?”

“Something about Jacob!” Betty said, “It was something about Jacob!”

“I remember!” Bobby said, “He said that Jacob was wrestling with a man….brrm,brrm.”

“Yes, but the point was that Jacob thought he knew it all until he had to meet his brother who he had cheated, and he was scared. All his cleverness didn’t do him any good then! “ Sarah said, “It was really an angel who was wrestling with him and he didn’t know it was. Jacob was nearly beating him too, and then the angel touched the top of his leg and he began to limp, and he limped for ever after. What did that mean Uncle Jeff ? ”

“It showed Jacob that he wasn’t as smart as he had thought he was, and that he had to depend on God after all,” Uncle Jeff said, “It also showed everyone else that Jacob was different now, and he wasn’t  the cheat  that he had once been. You know, when we really come to know God, we will be different too….we won’t limp like Jacob did, but people will see that we don’t tell lies or dirty jokes any more or do mean things to other people.

And something more too about Jacob,” Uncle Jeff went on, “It wasn’t until Jacob got right with God, that he was able to go back to where the altar was that his grandfather had built so he could worship God once more in the right way. That’s just like us too, we can’t really worship God properly until we have washed ourselves in the water of repentance, and learned to depend on God. It was after this, that God gave Jacob a new name….Jacob’s name  had meant “Cheat”, now he was to be called Israel which means “Prince with God”, and that name has stuck right down to today!”

Mum had been listening to all this while they were talking, and now she said, “Isn’t it wonderful the way the Bible tells us stories that have such deep meanings for us if we will only think about them and take notice!”

“It sure is,” said Uncle Jeff, “And now I’d better go as I’ve got things to do. See you all next week!”  as he went off.

You can read this story for yourselves in the Bible in  Genesis chapters 13:1-4;   26: 32-33;   32: 24-30;   35:9-13.