Thursday, August 27, 2015

Preparing for a Crown

1 Corinthians 9:25 
(New International Version, ©2010)
25 Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever.

In 2011 an opportunity opened to present a paper at a mathematics education conference in South Africa. I wanted to go to South Africa again. Friends I would like to see live there. Places I would like to visit, some for the first time and some just to enjoy seeing again, beckoned. Having been born there and grown up there, I feel it’s almost like going home.
However, everything about the trip was expensive. It was possible that I could get some financial support from the university for going if I presented a paper at this conference. Furthermore, the trip would probably become partially tax deductible if I presented a paper there. So I decided to present a paper. I wrote up a proposal and e-mailed it in. The response was enthusiastically positive.

After that I spent a great deal of time researching my topic. I spent time in the university library using current periodicals. I spent hours looking on the Internet. I went over what I had been doing in my own classroom and worked to get things organized into a presentable form. Finally, I started writing the paper I planned to present. This took more time than even I had reckoned it would. Naturally, I didn’t want to stand in front of the group and sound under-prepared. 

What did all this time and effort gain me? Fifteen or twenty minutes of presentation; polite applause; an entry on my curriculum vitae; some financial support; pleasant memories, and that’s all.

Lord, help me to be as diligent spending meaningful time preparing for the time I will get to present myself before your throne!


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Monday, August 3, 2015

A Reluctant Colporteur

Deuteronomy 6:9
Complete Jewish Bible (CJB)
and write them on the door-frames of your house and on your gates.

When I graduated from high school, Dad expected me to earn my way through college. The first two summers I worked as a student colporteur. This was probably the hardest work I ever did. My first summer, I worked in Mufulira in Zambia with my best childhood friend, John Raitt. He was an old hand at this and spent a day training me and then was around for the rest of the summer to encourage me, answer my questions, and provide support. He owned a motorbike, so we could get out and see and do things on weekends, etc. The second summer I worked alone in Ndola, Zambia.

Christianity was at its very lowest ebb in my life those two summers. So, unlike John, I had no real spiritual experience to buoy me up. Christ was only real to me as an unforgiving, accusing judge who was waiting to burn me up and rid the world of my bad influence. It was another whole year before I met Christ as a wonderful, loving, caring Savior.

The conference had both full-time colporteurs and student colporteurs. The full-timers had a number of perks that students did not. We were not allowed to sell the most popular, money-maker volumes, in case we undercut the full-timers. Student colporteurs had a contract that stipulated a combination of a certain total number of hours canvassing and a certain monetary value of books sold. If we met both criteria, then our college expenses were met by our earnings. If we only partially fulfilled the criteria, then the amount paid to the college was prorated accordingly.
We were required to work methodically from door to door, not missing a single home in our assigned region in the city. Once in a while I would come to a home with a mezuzah attached to the door-frame of a house. It contained a parchment with several verses from the Jewish Bible and was attached there as prescribed by this text from Deuteronomy. At such a house I was usually met with a very cold reception, most probably because of my preconceived, fatalistic attitude, and I never made a sale there.

Since that time I have come to know a number of Jews personally; I have stayed in their homes and eaten at their tables. We have shared our life and faith experiences with each other and respected the challenges we each face.

Maybe we don’t have portions of God’s instructions physically attached to our door posts or gates, but we would do well to think about them as we come and go.

Our God, thank You for loving and caring for us and encouraging us to remember You even in the simple things like walking into or out of our doors.




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