How a Few Photos Reminded Me of Missions

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Honesty time. I have thoughts and feelings that don't honor Christ. I have attitudes and mindsets that hold me back from loving people. But I want the Holy Spirit to continue to transform me to be more like Christ. And the photographs of a tattooed artist inspired me to reach out to others in love.

Missions often feels foreign and strange. As I watch the excellent Lost in India videos, I find myself disconnected from the people Chris meets. They are different from me. That makes it easy to slip into a mindset that these men, women, and children are all ... "less." One example: The fact that their English sometimes requires subtitles can plant a weed of doubt about their intelligence. That's ridiculous because they speak two languages. I barely speak one! Impressions clearly don't always line up with reality.

Do you experience this?

Maybe not. I do. It's embarrassing to even think about some of the biases I have. But these crop up all over the place. In politics there's a powerful tendency to smear the other side as stupid, heartless, or out of touch. In religion it's easy to mock the beliefs and practices of another. In pet ideals it's common to look down on those who don't eat organic, vaccinate, support your cause, or floss. The internet is filled with people denouncing others.

But then I watched the CBS video about Touching Strangers:


Hat Tip: Amy Caroline

This is the crazy thing: When we reach out to others, we discover they are human. We care. Which makes my incorrect impressions all the more frustrating! I've been to India and deeply connected with several friends there. Their speech, dress, food... I found it endearing and delightful! But now, back home, disconnected by 8,000 miles, the new strangers on my computer screen are odd and foreign and a little bit scary.

As I think back on all the missionary biographies I read in Sonlight's curriculum, I imagine again what it was like. I've met people very different from me. It's awkward at first. But then something amazing happens: I discover the joy of connecting with someone new. The stranger has become a friend.

And all it took was taking the time to reach out.

May we not hide away out of fear or disinterest or detachment. Instead, may the love of Christ motivate us to reach out and touch others, metaphorically, if not literally.

 ~Luke Holzmann
Filmmaker, Writer, Guardian

P.S. See some pictures from Touching Strangers on Renaldi's website.

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Thankful Thursday

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Vibe Medium Web viewI know, I know ... that title has been used and over-used on forums and blogs across the Net. However, it is the only title that truly expresses my thoughts for today ... so you're stuck with it once again!

Last week was an eventful one for me because I was driving the car in this picture when that damage occurred. Headed home after a wonderful visit with some family, I was thinking about what the rest of the day held. One minute I was considering what I could get accomplished before bedtime, and the next moment the airbag was deploying. By God's grace alone, I was able to walk away relatively uninjured.

In a book I read recently, the main character and his wife go on a camping trip. During their outing, they stop to explore a cave, and promptly get lost. Throughout the course of a day they wander and shout and climb and finally give up trying. Some 10 hours or so later, friends find and rescue them from their unexpected venture. The main character spends much of the rest of the book pondering the "lesson of the cave". What did God want him to learn from the experience?

As I've pondered the "lesson of the car accident" this week, some pretty common things have floated through my mind. Ecclesiastes 9:12 pops up now and again, reminding me that no one knows when their hour will come. My husband's smile and my children's voices all seem particularly precious to me this week. But most of all, I believe at least one of the "lessons of the car accident" for me has to do with God's sovereignty. The belief that, as my creator, God has the authority to do whatever He wishes in my life. As a fairly self-sufficient individual by nature, it's tough to accept that no amount of planning or manipulation on my part would have changed the events of last Tuesday. There are many nuances to the discussion of sovereignty, but at its simplest, I've been reminded that it means that the God who has saved me for eternity is also able to save me from large white Suburbans stopped in my path. And that the whole escapade has purpose in His plan.

So this Thursday I am thankful ... thankful for the life I've been given, for the family and friends with which I've been blessed. Thankful for the sovereign plan that God has for my life, and that this time His plan included walking away from a crumpled car. And the greater lesson yet to learn is that I can still be thankful even when that plan doesn't necessarily mesh with my own.

Let me encourage you, during this season of Thanksgiving, to consider what you might be thankful for in your life. Look beyond the "obvious", and consider how you can offer thanks for even the most difficult things.

Still on the journey ...
~Judy Wnuk
Sonlight Customer Champion

 

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Hymns, Halloween, and History

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Amy--of the blog THAT Mom--recently posted about "evil" music in church. She makes some great points. She also mentions that many olde tyme hymns were set to secular tunes, notably bar songs and such. I've heard that before. Google seems to disagree.

So let's say that the songs my grandma loves are not rowdy drinking music of yester-century; yeah, I can't picture anyone drunkenly belting out the tune of O Sacred Head, Now Wounded even if the words were, "Oh damsel, why now spurn me? I'm quite the handsome catch...." Does that mean that we'd be remiss to adapt the secular for the sacred?

First, a lot of Christian knock-offs are lame. Really lame. Take a look at a few of the t-shirts I wore in high school. This isn't good art. It's barely clever. If we're hoping to use the vernacular and pop-culture icons of today, we should get better at making art. Parody is awesome, but you have to be good at it. Otherwise, let's not. Adapting cultural content for Christ is work for Spirit-filled artists. You may be raising one. Their gifting and skill is very much needed, both in adapting and creating original work.

Second, our "weaker brothers" will not be blessed by us walking in our freedom. (I found the post Unity Not Uniformity to be thought-provoking.) Revisiting Romans 14 at this time of year really challenges me. Halloween can be hot topic in the homeschool world, and people vigorously debate the Christian's observance thereof. Romans 14 encourages me, no matter the side I fall on, to chill out and seek to bless my brother instead.

Third, history shows us the "fruit" of certain actions. I think it is wise to consider how God has, through His redemptive work, used what we have done--or not done--to bless those around us.

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May we edify one another this season, and all the year long!

 ~Luke Holzmann
Filmmaker, Writer, Guardian

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Sonlight to me

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Jonelle and Judy have posted about what Sonlight is to them, so I thought I'd jump in with my 2 cents' worth!

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Sonlight to me is...

...being able to teach my kids the way I wish I'd been taught. Truly! Looking back I can see how I would have thrived in a literature-rich, learn-at-your-own-pace environment as opposed to the dry everybody-on-the-same-page public school setting that was my own educational experience. I am grateful I was able to offer my children something better.

...sharing favorite books with my children that I remember reading during my own childhood... familiar classics such as Charlotte's Web, Strawberry Girl, Caddie Woodlawn... and discovering, to my delight, how much more I got out of them re-reading them as an adult. That's something I probably would have never taken the time to do if it hadn't been for Sonlight.

...the learning lifestyle we've cultivated in our family. School doesn't end at a certain time each weekday. The learning continues wherever we go. I love to hear my kids say, "Oh! Remember when we read about..." various things we encounter when we're traveling or out-and-about around town or just going about our lives. It's great to see the stories become relevant.

...the home library we've built over the years. Books we want to go back to over and over. Books we look foward to sharing with future generations.

...most of all, the closeness we've developed as a family, sharing good books and engaging in spirited discussions. My kids have grown up loving to learn... and my husband and I have continued to learn right alongside them.

Enjoying the adventure,
~Karla Cook
Lifelong Learner

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Sonlight to me

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Bookshelf 438x617Jonelle's blog post from earlier this week made me stop and think what Sonlight means to me. I enjoyed reading her comments, and wondered how mine might differ. Sonlight has certainly been a large part of my life for the past 16+ years!

Sonlight began as an answer to a desire to homeschool our children. It provided the very approach I was looking for ... a non-textbook, literature-based resource for educating our students.

Sonlight is countless hours of reading together as a family. Over and over again we traveled outside of our living room walls to time periods and locations far, far away. As our bookshelves filled with more and more titles, our imaginations filled with amazing characters and adventures.

Sonlight is the vehicle by which our children were introduced to challenging topics. Even as young children we tackled difficult subjects around our dining room table, and then marveled as God gave them opportunities to share their beliefs with others in an understanding and grace-filled fashion. They learned to converse, and not just declare judgment on those around them.

Sonlight is the amazing opportunity I have had to meet and encourage young parents on convention floors for over 15 years. Year after year of sharing tears and rejoicing in victories with moms and dads who are committed to the homeschool journey has been one of the most fulfilling experiences I have ever enjoyed.

Sonlight is the privilege of working together with an amazing group of folks who are committed to helping parents raise winsome ambassadors for Christ who love to discover and learn.

What is Sonlight to you?

Still on the journey ...
~Judy Wnuk
Sonlight Customer Champion

 

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Do You Declare or Converse?

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He's drawn a crowd. Ten people have stopped their Friday evening activities to listen to what he's yelling into a portable PA system. One girl, I think she had blue hair, good-naturedly yells back, challenging his proclamations of fire and brimstone. The rest of the throng are part of the street preacher's entourage or college kids also looking to minister to the lost.

I'm one of them, out for an evening of evangelizing, and "bullhorn guy" doesn't seem to be helping.

"What do you think of this guy?" A middle-aged man has appeared at my shoulder and is asking me questions.

I do a terrible job explaining my inner turmoil. I realize some people are cut to the quick and repent at these kinds of things. But I also know that it's one of those quintessential "turn offs" to Christianity because what they're selling isn't good news. It's, at best, the solution to the bad news of being a sinner. And the girl in the blue hair has decided to move on, playfully flipping off microphone man as she departs.

"I really hope there's a better way," I finish, wishing I knew what it was.

See, I had spent the previous four years in high school determined to save my friends from hell. [Read more about that here.] My perspective was shifting. I was beginning to recognize the human side to reaching people, something I should have seen clearly from all the missionary biographies I had grown up with in Sonlight.

The man may have chatted with me longer, or, perhaps, he had disappeared. Either way, his question stuck.

The guy on the podium was there on conquest. He had zero interest in conversation. He knew that he knew that he knew that he was right and so discussion was out of the question. He refused to entertain "nonsense." He told people what was what--namely, that they were sinners--and urged them to come to Jesus. Trouble was, no one found that inviting.

A similar problem echoes through various groups of homeschoolers. There is a directive to shield yourself from lies and boldly declare the Truth. Like political pundits unwilling to even consider another perspective, such an approach severs communication and entrenches combatants in a deaf yelling match. Both sides, then, end up setting up and burning straw men, and so miss every opportunity to understand the needs and concerns of the other.

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This happens frequently with the hot button issues in homeschooling. And those caught in the middle--our students--can be hindered or helped by how we respond.

If we mock every untruth as rubbish and proclaim discussion of the subject as somehow dishonoring to God, we cripple our children. When they one day encounter the arguments and evidence of the other side, they will be forced to reconsider, retrench, or reject. And too often I've seen such kids walk away from the dogmatic ideals of their family. But even if they hold fast to their beliefs, they are not likely to win anyone over to their side. A funny thing happens when you stop up your ears and reiterate again and again your position: The person you're talking to tends to respond in kind. And now, like the guys with the effigies above, we're not even close to talking about reality.

This brings us to the incredible opportunity you have: You can focus on seeking to understand the other points of view. You can tackle tough questions. You can address foolish ideas. You can discuss the uncomfortable realities of life with your kids. And through all that, they will be able to better understand and articulate what they believe and why. They will, one day, be able to have a conversation with someone who comes at the world from a completely different perspective... and share the reason for their hope.

But this requires a radical shift in perspective from conquest and defense to outreach and seed planting.

This is one of the unique aspects of Sonlight that is built into our homeschool curriculum. You will be equipped to empower your children to reach out into the world and bring Truth and Good News as they converse and connect with people from all walks of life. And it's one of my favorite parts of meeting other Sonlighters. You and I have a common curiosity and desire to learn so we can more effectively bless those around us, both in our homes and around the globe.

 ~Luke Holzmann
Filmmaker, Writer, Guardian

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Sonlight to me

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Sonlight is to me something that has been steady my whole life — an outcropping of my mom and dad, people I respect, trust, and love.

Sonlight is my mom reading to us as we did school in our pjs. It's my mom sitting in her chair reading book after book, seeking the "best of the best," but looking up and setting the book down when she would see me sitting across from her wanting to talk. Sonlight is my dad reading to us, somehow reading ahead while still reading out loud, and getting so choked up he couldn't finish. And we'd be begging to know what happened. Or him falling asleep while reading out loud and taking a short nap only to wake up and say, "Now what just happened in the story?"

Sonlight is reading the Bible, and biographies, and good books. It's spelling tests with my brothers and perfect handwriting for the final verse each week. Sonlight is sitting next to my mom in the morning and curling up next to my dad in the evening.

Sonlight is my childhood. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

In high school and college, when asked about history, God, or people groups, my answers would almost always start with what I'd learned through Sonlight. Even now, the books I read call things to mind and I'm able to talk knowledgeably about history, and therefore, about what is happening in the world today.

Sonlight also established something in my family that helped me walk through trials. When things came up that were bigger than me, I had people, adults, whom I could trust. I had a brother as best friend and shoulders I could cry on. In college, when issues arose, I called my parents. They were people I could lean on. My sister sent me hand written cards every week.

Sonlight is my adolescence. A steadying influence.

As an adult, Sonlight (and my parents) helps define my passion for missions. It helps me see other people groups more clearly — to care for them. Sonlight draws a desire out of me to help others. Sonlight still makes me want to treat others with respect — to hear their side of the story. Sonlight helps me relate to others, while still having a rock I can stand on.

Sonlight for me now is the laughter of a daughter who can't get over the fact that "Tigger's don't like haycorns." The high-fives of her first read book. It's the confidence knowing that I can do this — that growing up, learning was easy. Sonlight is having things planned for me. It's flexibility. Sonlight is the small voice saying, "You've got this. You did it. You can do it. You can succeed."

Sonlight is my adulthood. And I'm thrilled with where I'm going.

May your journey with your children be blessed today,
Jonelle

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