Showing posts with label #Poor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Poor. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 23, 2025

Power, Love, and Self-Control

 

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2 Timothy 1:7 Good News Translation

For the Spirit that God has given us does not make us timid; instead, his Spirit fills us with power, love, and self-control.

 

We were on our way to teach at Ikizu in Tanzania. We had been waiting in Zambia for ten weeks for a work permit to enter Tanzania. Finally, we got word that the work permit had been issued, and I could pick it up in Livingstone. Not accustomed to the ways of Africa, I took just enough money for the train to and from Livingstone.

I went into the consul’s office and handed the consul our passports and requested the permit. He took them and said, “Come back at 4:00, and I’ll give them to you!” I encouraged him briefly to do it now, to no avail.

I wandered around the small town of Livingstone all day and showed up at the consul’s office at 3:45—they closed at 4:00. He looked at me and said, “I’m sorry. I can’t get it today! You’ll have to come back tomorrow.” I had flaming red hair in those days and was tempted to give him piece of my mind. But the Spirit urged me to practice self-control.

One straight-backed chair stood over against a wall. I walked over to it and sat down. I looked around the large nearly empty room. The consul’s old wooden desk occupied the back-center of the room and this chair along one side—nothing else.

At 3:55 a South African Truck driver walked in and asked for his permit to enter Zambia. The consul rifled through a small pile of papers stacked neatly on the left side of his desk. He pulled out one of them, looked at it, and announced, “I’m sorry, it’s not ready yet; come in tomorrow!”

The driver remonstrated with him. “I have been told this for two weeks now. The materials I have are needed up north!” But the consul dismissed him.

I understood. He was waiting for a bribe. I had no bribe. I barely had enough money to buy a train ticket back to Monze. I sat there quietly. I knew that the recent colonial regime had made people wait interminably. The consul was merely doing what he had undoubtedly seen done in the past.

I prayed silently and sat upright. The consul sat upright, too. He did nothing. He evidently was aware of me, but he did not look my way. I was amazed and thankful that he hadn’t chased me out. After 4:30—and well past closing time, the consul, picked up his phone, dialed, and in due course said, “What is that number for Clarke?” I heard no reply. “Thank you!” He reached down into the neat pile and drew out our passports. He opened each one, wrote down a number, and stamped each a couple times. Looking at me, he smiled, “Here are your passports!”

I stood up, walked unhurriedly across the room, and took the proffered passports. “Thank you very much, sir!” I said—and meant it. With passports in hand, I walked straight out the door without a backward glance, fearing lest he might change his mind and call me back. 

Thank You, Lord, for giving me the power, love, and self-control I needed at that time. And thanks for changing the consul’s heart!




[1] https://jenmansafaris.com/the-town-of-livingstone-zambia/

Monday, May 29, 2023

Enough for Every Good Cause

 


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2 Corinthians 9:8 Good News Translation

And God is able to give you more than you need, so that you will always have all you need for yourselves and more than enough for every good cause.

 

For many years we lived like the poor. During our graduate study years, we had to borrow against future service just to pay the rent and eat. A bit later we went on food stamps for a while. In Africa, we were often living hand to mouth. For five years we couldn’t afford a car. At Atlantic Union College I took on a moonlighting job to enable us to buy a house—the cheapest we found on the market. During this time, we paid a full tithe, and never went hungry or naked or homeless.

Since then, God has increased our allowance steadily. When our last child finished college, we were able to channel that tuition amount into a retirement savings account. When we paid off our house, we were able to channel the house payment into the retirement account. In this fashion, although we had been unable to save for retirement initially, when we retired, we had a nest egg that has seen us through the first ten years of retirement without embarrassment.

Since retirement we have stepped out in faith at the Spirit’s urging and supported Bible translation in an ever-increasing amount. We have not shirked our tithing responsibility. Last year our charitable donations totaled over 50% of our adjusted gross income. Never before, even in our wildest imaginings, did we ever think God would make us capable of achieving this goal.

This year we have expected that Satan would redouble his efforts to stop our giving. In January we totaled our car and bought a newer one; inflation is making our retirement savings stretch over fewer of our needs. In spite of this we are relying on God’s promises, like this one in 2 Corinthians 9:8, and God’s amazing grace to meet our needs.

We are grateful, Lord, for Your promise to give us “enough for every good cause.”


 



[1] https://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2017/may/together-for-gospels-bible-translation-unity-illuminations.html