Giving

The magazine Christianity Today included an article in the December 2017 edition that addresses how effective our giving might be. The author uses actual, observable facts and data from studies done in the United States and abroad about what happens when Christians here donate to the poor in various ways. I highly recommend it.

Before reading the article, I encourage you to make a clear distinction in your mind between what makes you feel good when you give and what actually makes a helpful difference in the lives of the recipients. You may think it obvious that the primary motivation must be the effectiveness of the gift and not the feelings of the giver. The truth is, much of our gifts to the oversees needy pleases us and harms them.

You know those eyeglasses, shoes, and clothes you collect, box, and ship to the oversees poor? They provide a short-term need among some of the poor but also harm the local optician, shoe sales store, and clothing store. Why should people pay for these things when they can get them free from America? Large amounts of emergency food aid is necessary after a major disaster. But, at other times it can actually have the undesired effect of forcing the local food stores out of business and preventing local food producers from selling their products.

The corollary here is the remarkable ignorance people in my country exhibit toward the rest of the world. Some will read the words above and think, “But, those people don’t have opticians, shoe stores, clothing stores, or food stores.” Of course they do, with rare exceptions.

When I taught at the largest public high school in my state, a group of students with faculty support solicited books to be donated to a certain west Africa country because they had no public libraries. When a student approached me at my lab bench at the front of the room to ask if I had books to give, I asked her, “What makes you think that country has no public libraries.” She actually responded, “Of course they don’t. They’re Africans.” I turned my laptop to face her, googled the public library system of that country, and showed her the dozens of branch libraries throughout the country. “Google can be wrong,” she said.

Similarly, the box of little toys for Christmas makes the donor feel good and delights the child who receives them. But it doesn’t make a difference in the child’s inability to afford the uniform required for school, to be able to sleep on something other than the dirt floor, or to get a meal every night. I hope you see the point: It’s the effectiveness of the gift in helping the poor take a step out of poverty that matters.

The most effective method turns out to be making direct cash grants of a hundred dollars or a few hundred. Most people oversees have the same smart phone you do and have an app that allows them to directly receive money and to spend it. The evidence is that money given this way oversees is virtually always used effectively and wisely by the recipient. Some of the most effective ministries (World Vision, for example) are now shifting to this method of helping the poor overseas.

Notice that I said “oversees.” In this country, the data shows that cash gifts handed to someone soliciting them by the traffic light on a corner are almost always misused. The article shares some reasons for this.

And, the generosity of even the poorest oversees generally outstrips the smidgen we give in this country. Because we earned it! It’s ours.

It’s a fine article and will shake up some misconceptions you may be harboring. Read it.

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Forsaken

Countless sermons have been given on Jesus Christ’s cry from the cross, “My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?” How could God the Father forsake God the Son, the second person of the Trinity? Clearly He would not.

That at the cross God laid on His Son the sin of the world is the greatest miracle of history and is what redeems you and me. But to say God the Father could not look on sin as it was laid on Christ ignores the fact that God had already looked on all of it as it occurred and still does. So what is the meaning of Christ’s words here?

Of all the books of the Old Testament, one was quoted and prayed by Jesus Christ more than any other: the book of Psalms. The Psalms were in the same order as we have today but were not numbered. In order to name a Psalm, it was necessary to state its first few words. That is what Jesus was doing. If you read Psalm 22 you can clearly see why the Savior would have its words on his mind as He suffered on the cross.

Do you think the following verses from Psalm 22, 23, and 24 (all penned by His ancestor David) might have been on His heart and mind?

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

But I am a worm and not a man, a reproach of men and despised by the people. All who see me sneer at me. They make mouths at me, they wag their heads.

Be not far from me, for trouble is near. For there is none to help.

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax. It is melted within me.

For dogs have surrounded me. A band of evildoers has encompassed me. They have pierced my hands and my feet. I can count all my bones. They look, they stare at me. They divide my garments among them, and for my clothing they cast lots.

The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want.

He guides me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me.

(and thinking of what would come when the cross was over)

Lift up your heads, O gates, and be lifted up, O everlasting doors, that the King of glory may come in!

 

Paul wrote in I Corinthians 2:8, “…wisdom which none of the rulers of this age has understood; for if they had understood it they would not have crucified the Lord of glory.”

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Prayer

Up at the regular time, I did the morning routine, enjoyed some fresh coffee, and paid a few bills including the semi-annual property taxes. Instead of Morning Prayer and my daily reads, I printed out some maps of Jemez Springs to work on at the library today as I create my imaginary version called Redondo. I felt the absence of prayer, and, as I expected, somehow never got back to it during the day. My current prayer list includes slightly over one hundred people I pray for by name.

Maizie Hunt, blessed soul, taught me to pray when I paid a pastoral call at her home about 1971. She was advanced in years, perhaps in her 70s, and lived in a tiny house with little light and the slight dustiness you might expect for someone whose vision was failing. I did notice a worn spot on the carpet directly in front of the sofa; and there was a darkened, stained area on the cushion above it. I would not have asked about the stain, but I did ask how the carpet got so worn in that one spot.

“Oh, that’s where I kneel when I pray. I rest my elbows there on the sofa and sometimes bow so my face rests there. My tears have ruined the fabric, as you can see.”

Few times in my life have I had both the wisdom I asked for at my conversion (based on the first chapter of James) and simultaneously the courage to act on it. But, this was one of those few times. I said, “Maizie, teach me to pray.”

We knelt there at the sofa and she explained that for each request she made or each expression of her heart’s praise to God, she quoted aloud some verse or passage of Scripture to be sure it was within God’s will. God’s answers flowed in her daily life.

In my daily prayers I begin by reading these words: “This is the confidence which we have before Him, that if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us. And if we know that He hears us in whatever we ask, we know that we have the requests which we have asked from Him” (I John 5:14-15). Then I lay before Him those things most on my heart and that I am sure are within His will. For the many I love who need Christ, I ask God to be kind to them, quoting “Or do you think lightly of the riches of His kindness and tolerance and patience, not knowing that the kindness of God leads you to repentance?” (Romans 2:4). For those facing serious afflictions of various sorts, I say “Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction…” (II Corinthians 2:3-4a) before mentioning their names.  I pray for church leaders with “Be on guard for yourselves and for all the flock, among which the Holy Spirit has made you overseers, to shepherd the church of God which He purchased with His own blood” (Acts 20:28). And, I pray for a long list, asking, as did St Paul, “For this reason I bow my knees before the Father, …that He would grant you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengthened with power through His Spirit in the inner person, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; and that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ which surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled up to all the fullness of God” (Ephesians 3:14-19). I usually slip my own name into that worthy request.

I mailed the bills and property tax payment, went for a walk, and wrote at the library. As I walked, I did something I knew not to do. I listened to the most recent book by Bill Bryson (The Road to Little Dribbling). I cannot read or listen to any Bryson book while in public. I burst out laughing. This makes those around me stare at me as if to verify their suspicion that I am insane. While walking it is even worse. Just as I pass a couple going the other way I break out in uproarious laughter. They must assume I am making light of something they just said. It’s all very unpleasant. Do not enjoy Bill Bryson’s writing in public (with the possible exceptions of his Troublesome Words and A Short History of Nearly Everything, both very good but not gut-busters).

I made a donation of some jeans at the thrift shop, bought a bag of feed for the ducks, and went by the grocery store for some things. The hymn that stuck in my mind today was,

To God be the glory, great things he has done;
so loved he the world that he gave us his Son,
who yielded his life an atonement for sin,
and opened the life-gate that all may go in.

O perfect redemption, the purchase of blood,
to every believer the promise of God;
the vilest offender who truly believes,
that moment from Jesus a pardon receives.

Great things he has taught us, great things he has done,
and great our rejoicing through Jesus the Son;
but purer and higher and greater will be
our wonder, our transport, when Jesus we see.

I also thought much about C.S. Lewis, the most important author in my life, who died on this day in 1963, the same day as John F. Kennedy’s assassination and the death of Aldous Huxley.

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