When I moved to Jamaica to go to Bible School in 2001, you might be surprised to know that Bible College was really not a passion of mine. My goal was not to live here permanently it was to get out of -41 degree weather and into a great pair of shorts. Little did I know that the school didn't permit me to wear even a quarter of my wardrobe. This was no beach party (someone could have told me.) Knee length skirts and my mothers shirts were pretty much the accepted apparel. It did not end up mattering anyway as the first semester I put on about 45 pounds and could only fit into one pair of black stretchy pants. I wore those pants till they cried out for help!
So much has changed since those first days of hard dough bread, rice and chicken (and lots of it.) I came and was quickly overwhelmed by all that I saw that I didn't recognize. I remember the first time I was brought downtown Montego Bay. Seeing all the street vendors and crowded sidewalks was so different from the streets of cars and snow I left. Even more so than that was the poverty that I was confronted with for the first time in my life. I can admit now that I was a pretty typical first world kid. Poverty hit me in the face and I was about to strike back and save the nation of Jamaica! I helped in children's homes and gave away my clothes to random people. I guess if they couldn't fit me, it wasn't as noble of a sacrifice. I made promises to people that I really didn't know how to fulfill. I was on my way to adopting enough children to fill a 15 passenger van. My heart was in the right place......my understanding...was not.
Dwight and I got married 3 and a half years later and I can't count the number of times I gave away all the food in our house and all he came home to was a smiling wife, which apparently isn't as fulfilling as it sounds. Dwight was so gracious. He gave me the necessary time to learn without pressuring me. We were apart of opening a soup kitchen and reading program and I continued to give away our food as it was asked of me. Which turned out to be often.
Each time it was asked of me to give, I felt a sense of accomplishment to be able to do just that. Over the years though, the feeling began to evolve in my heart into suspicion as I was lied to over and over. Then into resentment that no real relationship was developing beyond what I could give. I didn't know what I was doing wrong. As I looked around at all those I "helped" I saw that it was producing less fruit then I had hoped. I began to see the ministry as a bottomless hole, with my efforts having little effect on those around me. I even began to feel that we might even be compiling the problem by handing out all these material things and creating a culture that was effecting the community to the negative.
If you live in Jamaica you are all to familiar to the overwhelming need that surrounds us. For some people it can even become so familiar, it becomes invisible. That may sound harsh but I believe that it can be a survival tactic. In fact it became my tactic. After God moved us on to establish a new ministry in Mandeville, the only thing I took with me was regret, disillusionment and the feeling that I knew a lot less after 3 years in ministry there then when I started. In order to survive through what felt like a very emotional roller coaster and the hopeless feeling I had, I began to ignore the very purpose I felt I was brought here to be apart of.
11 years later and since planting Generations Church as God had asked us to do, God has taught me so much in regards to how I am to respond to the needs around me.
1. I am not, nor will I ever come close to being SAVIOR. Sometimes we like to act like it and even enjoy the dependancy. Of course that is only until we see the depth of the need, know we can't begin to scratch the surface and run like Usain Bolt.
2. If my actions, no matter how noble they may look, point to me as the source to meet your needs instead of pointing to God the meeter of all needs, then I'm doing it wrong.
3. God wants to show himself to people, he cares about them more then I ever could. So before you are quick to problem solve, pray. Pray with them. He wants the opportunity to show people that he truly is the source. The question to me has often been...."Do I trust him enough to pray, and believe He can and will meet their needs?"
4. Taking the burden off of my shoulders and putting them on God's can prevent the type of nervous breakdown that causes you to see purple and green ducks flying around in your room.
5. People's needs are more so then not greater then the material things we can provide. Sometimes it's the easiest thing to just hand out something to someone. It's a totally different challenge to tell them you will walk with them. That's why we first have to know our God as provider, we need his wisdom, patience and strength.
I'm not saying not to give to material needs, that's always going to be important. I just feel a lot less frustrated now that I'm pointing to the right source.
Now I come back to my black stretchy pants. There was a time when those pants hung gently off my tiny body. They were comfy and I wore them mostly to lounge in. What they thought they were meant for was far different then what they came to be. Many loaves of dense Hard dough bread later they had to be stretched far past where they were comfortable to meet the real need. I thought I was meant to meet people's needs, turns out HE is. Whatever I do, I pray it points that person to HIM. It's not fun being savior, that's a big lonely cross to fill. Thank God he already did it!!