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God’s Always in Front of Us

Just another couple of posts to recap our trip to South America and reflect on the things we experienced together. This one on the super quick twenty-four hours we spent with the brand new Great Cities Missions team in La Paz, Bolivia.

Luis and Damira, Brad and Katie, Rick and Julie and their kids have only been in La Paz for five months. They are a brand new missionary team with lofty dreams, tremendous courage, and a thrilling anticipation of what our God is going to do with them and through them in this capitol city. At the same time, this is a brand new missionary team that hasn’t yet mastered the native language, is still really learning how to work with one another in this foreign setting, and is understandably anxious about this thing God’s put in front of them. They’re still learning the culture, still trying to figure out the customs, still going through the ups and downs of adjusting to this brand new life. And, like every missionary team, they’re in need of some real hard-core encouragement and support at about the five and six months mark.

We knew this going in. We knew the main part of our job during this leg of our trip was to encourage these three young couples to stay the course, to strengthen their faith in the One who called them there and promises to always provide, to bless them with our words and our prayers, to lift them up in loyal support. We knew all this going in. We were prepared to hear some tough stories, to share some tears, and to pray for a more visible sign of God’s presence in their lives and in their work. We were ready.

What a surprise to realize once we got there that God was way ahead of us.

When we met them late that first night for some sandwiches and coffee, they were all still giddy from the three baptisms they had participated in the week before. Three people had submitted to the lordship of our Christ. Three people had given their lives to Jesus. God’s power was evident in these conversions and acted to lift the spirits and renew the enthusiasm of the missionaries. Not only that, but six days earlier they had signed a lease agreement on what will be their new church building on a main street there in La Paz. It’s a beautifully refurbished space with wood floors, lots of windows, and tons of potential. They couldn’t wait to show it to us the next morning, and we couldn’t wait to see it. God had provided the building. God had opened the hearts of the three new converts. God was encouraging these missionaries with his richest blessings of hope and peace when they absolutely needed it most.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I thought we had been sent to do it. But God was way out in front of us on this. Like always.

Of course, we did our best to encourage this young team. Kelley assured them that we were Aaron and Hur to their Moses, holding their arms up in prayer and support when they grew weary. We sang together in the Brooks’ apartment, in English and in Spanish, praising God and declaring our complete submission to his will. We spread out all over that new church building and prayed in biblical terms, trying to call things that are not as though they were, praying for the people of La Paz, thanking God for the praises that would soon be flowing out of that building and for the men and women and children who would come to know our King in that place.

But it seemed to me they didn’t need nearly as much encouragement as I had been led to believe. God was strengthening them. God was already showing them the vision. He was already revealing himself to them in powerful ways. He was already assuring them that, just as he had faithfully provided for them in the past, he was providing for them now.

God’s always way ahead of us on stuff like this.

Praise his name!

Allan

 

I Did Not Jinx the Rangers!

I’m being accused of jinxing the Rangers. I’m using this space today to set the record straight. I did not jinx the Rangers.

Last Thursday, in the middle of our Great Cities Missions tour of churches in Peru, Bolivia, and Chile, our group of seven took a boat trip across Lake Titicaca. Not only is it fun to say, Lake Titicaca is the highest navigable body of water in the world at an altitude of 12,507 feet. The lake sits on the Peru-Bolivia border and contains the Island of the Sun, typically known as the birthplace of the Incan civilization.

It wasn’t a good day for sailing. We began the day by walking across the Bolivian border from Peru in the snow and the sleet. Uphill. I’m still not sure why the van couldn’t come across. But the driver parked about half a mile from the border and we walked the rest. It’s winter now south of the equator. And the weather conditions made for an interesting experience. Walking into Bolivia. In the snow. Wow. (As always, click on the picture for a larger view.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once we received our travel visas at the immigration office — they meticulously checked our American dollars but never even looked in our bags and purses — we boarded the boat and headed to the island. Apparently, the worship of the sun by the Incan people began on this Island of the Sun. There are more than 180 Incan ruins on the island that date back to the middle of the 15th century, several little museums and shrines, zero roads or motor vehicles, and at least 800 families who still call the place home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

At one point of the tour, we were introduced to an island priest who proceeded to demonstrate to us the ceremonial prayers and sacrifices and rituals of his ancient religion. We weren’t quite sure how to handle this. Kelley later confessed to thinking about Romans during the ceremony and I admit I was wondering about a few passages in 1 Corinthians. But we all sat there quietly while this guy sacrificed a toy llama and some grains on a fiery altar and raised his hands to his god. The last part of the ceremony included this shaman sprinkling some kind of holy water in a sacred vase from the end of a ritual flower to the tops of our heads. I don’t have a picture of this, but Craig’s video clearly shows us nervously accepting the drops of water, and then Kelley and I immediately turning toward one another to make, what appear to be, wisecracks.

Not wisecracks. Hopeful curiosity.

I was wearing my Texas Rangers cap. The mystical shaman had blessed my cap with the holy water from the Island of the Sun. I told Kelley, “I think this means the Rangers are going to win the World Series.” And then I glanced at Kelley’s Texas A&M hat and remarked, “But I doubt the Aggies will win the SEC.”

We laughed together and thought nothing more of it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Toward the end of the tour, we stepped into a little museum which housed several different kinds of ceremonial masks. These ancient religious masks were all displayed on a large wall and we all had a little fun taking our pictures with them. There was one particular mask that stood out to me as especially creepy and, on a lark, when the tour guide wasn’t looking, I put my Rangers cap on top of it and took a picture.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Craig accused me of breaking the rules. I answered by saying he just wished he had thought of it first. I was going to use the picture as a screen-saver on my laptop. And as we were joking about it, the lights went out in the museum. It was pitch dark. A couple of the ladies screamed and we hustled out of there as fast as we could. The tour guide said it was the snow and sleet that had probably knocked out the power. Yeah, of course.

That was Thursday. That night the Rangers lost to Toronto 3-1. Over the following three nights they lost 8-0, 6-1, and 7-2. They suffered a four game losing streak and fell three games back of the A’s in the AL West. They were outscored 24-4 during that stretch, went 1-for-20-something with runners in scoring position, and haven’t recovered since. Whatever had knocked the power out of the museum had also knocked the power out of the Rangers. It all seemed like a horrible coincidence until the news broke that A&M’s Heisman winning quarterback, Johnny Manziel, had tweeted that he couldn’t wait to leave College Station.

What had I done?

There were various explanations given by the other members of our group that included references to a Brady Bunch movie and various episodes of Scooby Doo. A couple of days later, I was tempted to dunk my cap in the holy water at the 15th century Spanish Catholic cathedral in Santiago in an attempt to reverse the curse.

But, having been back in the States now for a couple of days and having watched the Rangers play, I’m convinced their sorry streak of offensive ineptness has nothing to do with the Island of the Sun. It wasn’t me or the mysterious shaman or the religious masks. It’s injuries to key hitters and a bunch of young guys pressing too hard. Seriously, that losing skid didn’t start last Thursday. They had lost the two previous nights to Cleveland. The string of bad play was part of a nine losses in eleven games free fall that began long before I had ever laid eyes on Lake Titicaca. Plus, they’re pitching Grimm and Tepesch and Lindblom. Of course, they’re going to lose those games.

It wasn’t me.

Just in case, I wore my cap backwards on the 13-hour flight from Chile to Amarillo Monday night. The Rangers won that night 8-7. They scored nine runs last night. And if they win this afternoon, they will have taken three of four from Oakland and pulled back to within one game of the A’s for the division lead.

I didn’t jinx the Rangers.

But, just in case, I’m wearing a Yankees cap the next time I visit any Incan temples.

Peace,

Allan

Climbing Huayna Picchu

“God is the King of all the earth; sing to him a psalm of praise.
God reigns over the nations; God is seated on his holy throne.
The kings of the earth belong to God; he is greatly exalted.”
~Psalm 47

A little more than 24 hours after returning to Amarillo, I’m completely recovered from the overnight flight from Santiago and totally back in the groove. It’s amazing what a couple of Sunset Enchiladas at Ruby Tequila’s and some Diet Dr Pepper will do for a guy. As always, you can enlarge the pictures by clicking on them.

 As for physical thrill and sheer amazement, the highlight of our eleven day tour of Great Cities Missions church plants in South America, for me, was the sightseeing and mountain climbing at Machu Picchu. The 15th century royal palace and housing for the Incan Emperor Pachacuti and his government and religious officials is the most familiar of all the historical and archaeological sites of Incan civilization. It’s called the City of the Incas, about 50 miles northwest of Cusco, Peru. And every square inch of the nearly 600-year-old ruins and the surrounding landscape and geography is breathtaking. Figuratively and literally. Breathtaking.

We began the day early, crawling up the steep and winding Bingham Highway in a tour bus at 7:00 am. Our group of seven spent a couple of hours just climbing in and around all the ruins, taking tons of pictures and marveling at the architecture. How did they terrace these vertical slopes for farming? How did they cut and chisel all these stones to such magnificent perfection? How did this massive complex and sacred site go undiscovered until 1911? Are we really going to climb that straight-up-and-down sheer black mountain in front of us?

Yeah, we climbed it. It’s called Huayna Picchu (it means “new peak”; Machu Picchu means “old peak”) and it rises sharply in front of and towers dramatically over the ancient ruins. It dominates the landscape. It’s imposing. Intimidating. And we climbed it.

 The steps to the top are actually cut into the mountain, all the way up. And they really shouldn’t be called “steps” at all. It’s more like creative places to put your feet. Very narrow. Very steep. At some points the trail is too narrow to pass someone in front of you. At most points, the view of the ruins, the highway, and the landscape is simply spectacular. At every point, it’s downright thrilling. The very thought of climbing around where the original Incans lived and worshiped is humbling. The idea that a slip and fall might possibly be fatal for you and anyone walking next to you is nerve-wracking. The burning in my calves, the diminished capacity of my lungs, the nervous laughter at the absurdity of it all was overwhelming. So beautiful. So cool. So “am I really doing this?” over-the-top exciting.

We climbed it together. And by “together” I mean we and everyone we saw while we were on the mountain. We met young people from Granbury and San Antonio and talked about the Rangers and Spurs and took each others’ group pictures. Once they passed us, we overheard them explain to their friends from Oklahoma that all Texans are family and we always ask each other our home towns. We were encouraged by the young people who were coming down from the top and telling us it was worth it. Keep going, they said, it’s worth it. We laughed when the group of five young men passed us, one of them declaring to the other four, “We can talk when we get to the top! Let’s go!” We realized very quickly that we were just about the oldest people making the climb. And that at once worried us and made us feel so very good.

As we got closer to the top, John Todd and Kami took some pictures on the “Stairs of Death.” Then we climbed a little makeshift ladder secured to the side of the cliff, squeezed through a very narrow tunnel cut through the rock, and arrived at the summit. It took about ninety minutes. And any pictures you’ve ever seen, including these in front of you now, don’t do it justice. Not even close. It’s completely indescribable. I highly recommend it.

Naturally, such an experience leads one to reflect and to thoughtfully consider one’s place in the universe and in our God’s great plans. This city, these temples and palaces, this Incan civilization of great thinkers and builders in this Cusco region of Peru were completely wiped out by the Spaniards less than a hundred years after it was all built. They completely dropped off the map. They disappeared. One mighty nation taken apart and destroyed by another. Incan temples torn down and Spanish churches erected on top of the rubble. Incan palaces reduced to ashes by another people’s rulers and armies. Incan homes and families obliterated by an invading nation. It was so thorough. And it happened so fast.

The Spanish actually destroyed all the Incan buildings and built their own palaces and churches and homes on the foundations. They used the Incan foundation stones for their own construction projects. They built on top of what had been laid before. You see clear evidence of this all over Peru. Similarly, I’ve seen the same thing in Israel. Columns from first and second century homes used as thresholds for doorways in Roman homes built on the same spot. Those Roman stones then used in subsequent buildings constructed by the Byzantines and Crusaders centuries later.

It really has a way of working on you.

I don’t know when or how the American Empire is going to be destroyed. Neither do you. What we do know is that it will be destroyed. At some point, another people is going to crush and wipe out what you and I know today as the United States. The question about that is not “if;” it’s “when” and “how.”

Christians should not be too disturbed over that. One, our God is the God who raises up and destroys nations for his purposes. He is in charge of the coming and going of peoples and powers. Our God reins. He alone is sovereign over the affairs of this world. Regardless of when and how it happens, we will forever serve and belong to the ultimate ruler who loves his people and promises to provide for them in all circumstances. Two, we do not belong to the nations of this world. We are citizens of an eternal Kingdom that is not of this world. We are subjects in a political Kingdom that can never be abolished or destroyed, we are residents of everlasting dwelling places that will never fade, we are children of the Father who controls all of it in limitless love and perfect righteousness.

Peace,

Allan

Coming Home

Time does not allow me to reflect in this space all that has happened for us on this ten day tour of Great Cities churches in Peru, Bolivia, and Chile. My plan is to use all of this week to post pictures and summarize my thoughts. Right now we are packing up and getting ready for a few hours of sight-seeing in Santiago before boarding a plane this evening, flying through the night to DFW, and arriving home at AMA at 9:00 Tuesday morning.

It’ll be nice to watch the Spurs wrap up their fifth NBA title tomorrow night on my own TV, from my own micro-fiber couch, with English speaking announcers describing the action. It’ll be nice to drink Diet Dr Pepper again. And we can’t wait to get to Blue Sky and Ruby Tequila’s!

It feels like I haven’t seen my girls in about a year. And it feels like months since I’ve preached. I can’t wait to get home. ‘

Yeah, home. Central. Home, Amarillo.

I believe I just realized that when I say “home,” I’m thinking about Amarillo.

Peace,

Allan

 

The Called Out

Happy Sunday from Santiago, Chile! This is the weekly anniversary of the day our God’s Holy Spirit brought out crucified King out of the tomb and made him Lord over all forever and ever. This is the day God’s ekklesia, his Church, his “called out” people assemble in joyful celebration of that great victory. We sing songs of loudest praise; we raise our voices and our hearts in grateful prayers of thanksgiving and adoration; we come together around a common table to share a common meal in the name and in the manner of our Savior who has reconciled us to our God and to one another forever.

We do it in Amarillo, in Santiago, and in Kharkov, Ukraine. We do it in Fort Worth, in Kilgore, and in La Paz, Bolivia. God’s people do this every Sunday in Austin and Oklahoma City, Sao Paulo and Sydney, Tokyo and Bangkok. For two thousand years now, ever since our Christ walked out of that garden tomb and ate dinner with his disciples, God’s children have come together every Sunday to celebrate that great victory over sin and death.

Today is that day.

While we miss our friends and family at Central, we take great joy in knowing that we are communing with them in spirit and in truth around our Lord’s table this morning.

Happy Sunday!

Allan

Seeing Christ in Cusco

At the tail end of a long and glorious day in Cusco, watching Toy Story in Spanish on the hotel room TV (it’s either that or one of 94 different soccer games or replays of soccer games or descriptions and analysis of soccer games), looking at the dozens of pictures I’ve taken today, and reflecting on what our Lord has shown me in the traditional capitol of Peru.

I love worshiping our God in a Christian congregation planted by missionaries in a different part of the world. I love it because it reminds me every time that we serve and belong to a powerful God who truly reigns over this entire planet. I’m reminded up close that our God is praised every day in every language that exists. I’m reminded that our God is saving people, redeeming people, restoring people every single day in every country and culture there is. Our Lord is truly King. I’m reminded of that when I’m blessed to join other Christian disciples in celebrating that salvation, declaring him Lord over all, and worshiping him. What a blessing to belong to this God. What a joy to be the recipients of his matchless love and limitless grace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today, in a converted theater on one of the main strips in downtown Cusco that has no heat and barely any insulation, I felt the warmth of our God’s love and mercy. I experienced his grace and his hospitality. I exchanged greetings and hugs and laughs with people who have nothing in common with me except the truth that we have all been saved by a merciful God. And it’s so spectacular. I imagine the patience these Christians showed to me today is a reflection of our God’s patience with me every minute of every day. I know their hospitality is a reflection of the God who invites all peoples to his heavenly  banquet table piled high with the best of meats and the finest of wines. I understand their love for me and my gringo brothers and sisters from Amarillo was put in their hearts by our God who lives there.

And the music. Man, the music. I don’t know Spanish. But I can sort of read it. And when we sing “How Great Thou Art” and “Firm Foundation” and “Sweet Hour of Prayer” together, in four part harmony, in Spanish, in a foreign country below the equator, it’s just plain powerful. It’s powerful. It’s the one people around the Lord’s one table. No barriers of language or culture, national borders or gender or age. It’s unity and harmony. It’s a foretaste, a divine glimpse, of what our God is doing in the world. We got to see it today. We got to experience it. God revealed himself and his plan to us today. He showed us. Again. Wow, what a blessing.

I saw Christ in Cusco today. He was present in every greeting and hug and pat on the back. He was there at the Meal. His Spirit was there in our songs. Christ is in Cusco. And he is being glorified and praised.

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After lunch with the missionaries, our group of seven took in a downtown market and then spent an hour or so touring the ancient Incan Temple ruins upon which the Spanish built their cathedral in the 15th century. The Incan Dynasty began right here in the valley of Cusco and the perfectly chiseled and positioned 600 and 700 year old stones can still be found stacked ten or twelve high in many places. The Spanish cathedral here, which includes a rather large monostary and hosts regular mass and worship services every day, was built on top of the ruins of the original Incan structure and its system of arches and canals. It’s quite impressive. And beautiful. Just beautiful.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I didn’t see one lick of the Spurs game tonight. Looks like I didn’t miss much. Yuk.

We went back to Barton and Allison’s house for pizza and Incan Kola tonight and stayed later than we intended. Probably a little later than they would have liked. But we can’t help it. We’re inspired by their commitment to the Kingdom of our Lord. We’re encouraged by their selfless sacrifice for Christ and his Church. And we’re drawn to their infectious personalities and adorable little boys. They’re a joy to be with, an absolute joy. We ended the night by getting Barton and super-pregnant Allison, Gary and Jennifer, Lacee and Corinne in the middle of the living room and putting our hands on them and lifting them up to our Father. God is moving powerfully in Cusco through these wonderful young people. And this first leg of our trip has been a tremendous blessing.

Peace,

Allan

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