How Can A Short-term Mission Team Help?

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Our 2015 mission team on Taino beach with Haitian vendors.

When I went on my first short-term mission trip with The Hands & Feet Project to Haiti three years ago, I had a pretty limited, naive notion of what I was going there to do. Honestly, I had no idea. I had, however, decided that whatever I was asked to do, I would take on as a task worth doing as a small step in helping the mission to develop and progress in caring for orphans, regardless of how big or small. To this day, I think that is a pretty solid perspective to go with.

That said, my family and I are now in the process of preparing a second team to go with the Hands & Feet Project to Haiti, and I feel like I’ve developed a clearer understanding of how we can be most helpful:

  1. Serve and honor the American missionaries who are there full-time and the Haitian staff of The Hands & Feet Project (this could mean anything from delivering needed supplies and comfort foods from home to tackling to-do list items listed by mission staff) while making a concerted effort to not add extra burdens to their load while we’re there
  2. Engage in a kind and respectful manner with all we come into contact with, whether locals in the community (a great opportunity to share the gospel) or kids at the Children’s Village
  3. Honor the long-term livelihood of those in the local community by engaging in dignified business transactions and, in doing so, directly confront the number one reason that children are orphaned in Haiti: lack of employment and the resources to care for a growing family.

As the blog post (from the Christian Alliance For Orphans) attached below explains, it is very rare that a short-term team of missionaries is going to change lives or conditions in a dramatic fashion over the course of one or two weeks. But, support given to full-time missionaries to meet their needs and refresh their spirits, while also engaging in dignified exchanges with local people, can have a very positive long-term impact on all involved.

It’s mid-summer in the US, and that means hundreds, if not thousands, of Christians are departing and returning from short-term missions around the world. Many of these teams visit orphans in developing nations, conduct Vacation Bible Schools, assist with building projects, and share the love of Christ with everyone they come to meet. For many…

via Building Local Capacity through Short Term Missions — Christian Alliance for Orphans

Our family has been saving for this trip to go serve, support, and encourage missionaries, the kids and staff of the Hands & Feet Project, and the local community of Grand Goave  for months and will continue to do so. But, with plane tickets, alone, likely to cost over $3500 for the four of us, we are praying that God will lead others to help us get there by donating directly to our family mission trip fundraising page. Can you help us get there?

Learn more about the work of The Hands & Feet Project.

Learn more about The Hands & Feet Project’s Haiti Made job creation initiative.

We Can’t Make It On Our Own

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Top Two Music Picks from 2016


The two albums that have proven to be the cream of the crop of new music that I’ve listened to in 2016 surely represent differences in the perspectives and personalities of their creators, but, they also have a good deal in common.

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Original review of Playing Games With The Shadow

Playing Games With The Shadow by Kevin Max is a mysterious brew of self-reflection, espionage, jaded experience, angst, and hope filtered through the post-punk/new wave musical filter that is the mind and iconic voice of Kevin Max. One-third of DC Talk and former frontman for Audio Adrenaline, but, never one to sit still and grow stagnant, Max seems hellbent on toeing the line between what is true, what has never been done before, and what he can get away with on Playing Games With The Shadow. The assemblage of tunes featured on this album provide an intriguing experience for listeners who find themselves on the fray, surveying the heights, mysteries, and depths of their own life experiences. Tracks that showcase a heavier rock influence such as “Election,” and “Music is Magic!” are highlights for me, but, the significant new wave tilt of “William Blake” is hard not to love.

The bridge that I stand upon while writing this is the common mile marker that both Max and Steve Hindalong share with regard to their musical journeys. Max has established a developed a solo career by repeatedly stepping out of what is comfortable in favor of the undefined and unknown. Steve Hindalong, founding member and songwriter for the legendary alternative band The Choir, like Max, has sustained a musical career by routinely surveying the edges of what is possible and stepping over them on his own accord.

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Original review of The Warbler

Hindalong’s second solo release, The Warbleris a sincere, well-articulated, and vulnerable conversation that surveys the artist’s experiences, temptations, blessings, and resolutions. From the love and compassion that we feel for those we love as they struggle with life’s biggest trials (“Shellie’s Song” and “Cloudburst”), to the tensions aroused by temptation and addiction that so many battle with on a daily basis (“Into the Drink” and “Outta My Mind”), Hindalong exhibits his skill as a wordsmith, articulately dissecting the emotions of both himself and the listener, making sense of them in the form of songs that range in tone and tempo from nuanced and delicate folk tunes to unbridled rock vents complete with distorted feedback and tachometer-breaking jams. A personal favorite, for me, is “O Jimmy A,” a nod of tribute to artist/musician Jimmy Abegg. Like some of the other gentler songs on the album, the lyrics dance in combination with the song’s arrangement (which happens to feature the voice other-worldly voice of Kevin Max in the background) to create an almost ethereal sound – a real treat for the listener.

Both Max and Hindalong  masterfully articulated their experiences stepping through the dark shadows that exist in spite of, and because of, the existence of the light, on these albums, by assembling the right mix of studio musicians and production to compliment their own songwriting and performance sensibilities.

Anyone willing to invest some of their own time and pocket change in these latest reflections upon the life/musical journeys of Max and Hindalong, as featured on Playing Games With The Shadow and The Warblerwill likely be more than gratified with the comfort of commonality between the artists’ and their own stories.

Purchase PLAYING GAMES WITH THE SHADOW b y Kevin Max at Amazon, on iTunes, or at Kevinmax.com

Purchase THE WARBLER by Steve Hindalong at Amazon, on iTunes, or at TheChoir.net

Self-preservation vs. Self-sacrifice

I remember watching a commercial on television around the time that my first child was born. It showed a couple of new parents playing with their newborn baby and it made a simple point: having a baby changes everything. I remember it, I think, because I realized then and there how true it was! As a newborn, our daughter was fully dependent upon us: diapers, feeding, clothing, changing crib linens, bathing, administering medicines, doctor check-ups, etc. Having a third person in our house that was so vulnerable and needed us so much changed everything. But, the fact that everything changed and that we had to establish a completely new way of living each day was a very worthwhile sacrifice for us because we loved our newborn little girl.

Not every newborn child is born into such welcoming families, though. I was born March 7th 1976 to a mother who, I am told, was mentally unfit to care for a child. Just like any other newborn, I was completely dependent and vulnerable. I would need a mother and a father to feed, clothe, bathe, and care for me. But, my biological mother would not be able to do that. For her, my birth didn’t quite change everything.

But, it did for Lorie Naylor. She knew my biological mother and took upon herself the responsibility of temporarily providing the twenty-four hour a day care that I needed as a newborn. For the next several weeks in Mrs. Naylor’s life, everything changed. My arrival, surely, wasn’t convenient for her, but, the preservation of her own comfort was not her top priority.

Finally, in June of 1976, I was permanently adopted by the couple that raised me. Mrs. Naylor, who became my Aunt Lorie, wasn’t able to keep me permanently, but, she was willing to stand in the gap until somebody could and it was her love and self-sacrifice that led to my placement with James and Cecilia Rockwell, sister of Lorie Naylor. Surely, the adoption process, the cost, and my dependency upon Jim and Ceil, my Mom and Dad, to meet all of my typical three-month-old needs were not convenient. But, the preservation of their own comfort and convenience was not their top priority and now, forty years later, I’m extremely grateful for the life they’ve enabled me to have.

Not every child’s story works out so well, though, because not every parent is willing, or sometimes even able, to sacrifice their own priorities and needs for the sake of others. Sometimes their own battle for survival, or at least, there own preference for self-preservation traps them and keeps them from being what the child that they brought into the world needs.

So what happens to those kids who are not cared for? Some do not survive. Some are abandoned. Some grow up just enough to be sold as child slaves into domestic servitude or into sex-trafficking. Some grow up in orphanages that may or may not provide the care that they need and others may end up in foster care. But, because adults have failed to recognize the needs of vulnerable children, or have simply found the prospect of contributing to their care to be too inconvenient or too much of  a threat to their own comfortable lifestyle, many unwanted children are never given the chance they deserve to live and reach their full potential.

The question is: Why in a world with so many Christians are there so many children without families? Why are their so many kids who don’t have adequate care — whether confined to poor-quality orphanages, trapped in abusive circumstances, or simply not ever being able to enjoy and benefit from the blessings of a loving, forever family by the time their childhood years have slipped away?

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A few of the beautiful kids that live at the Grand Goave Children’s Village of The Hands & Feet Project in Haiti

Wasn’t it Jesus, himself, who put forth the notion in Galatians 5:14 that we should love our neighbors as ourselves? In Matthew 25, Jesus highlighted multiple caring gestures born out of concern for those in need that touch God’s heart when he said, “For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’ God’s desire that we, as Christians, ditch self-preservation in favor of self-sacrifice is affirmed again in James 1:27: “Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.”

In far too many parts of scripture to share with you here, the bible states again and again that we should seek out and serve the vulnerable among us. This means the elderly who can’t care for themselves anymore. This means the hungry and the homeless that you see stuck outside with their meager belongings on a cold winter day. This means the kids that walk into public school classrooms each day who come from rough homes with empty stomachs, dirty clothes, and the mental burden of having only broken homes to return to. This means the refugees that enter our country, having lost everything in their war-torn home-countries, hoping and praying for the chance for a new start. This means the children in your home county whose parents have been locked up due to drug deals and use happening in their own living rooms. This also means the orphans that have been abandoned in Haiti because their parents couldn’t afford to feed them.

God, our Father, is their Father, too, and the consistent thread running through his Word is that we need to turn to Him, humbly accept His grace and love, and extend it to others — whether it compromises the preservation of our own possessions , lifestyle, and convenience or not. Which vulnerable God-created person or people in need are you going to step forward and lend a helping hand to?

For more information on how you can help those who are most vulnerable please contact your local church, homeless shelter, department of social services, or one of the following organizations that serve the needs of the orphaned and abandoned:

Christian Alliance For Orphans
The Hands & Feet Project
Show Hope
I’m Me

Orphan Sunday 2016 from Christian Alliance for Orphans on Vimeo.

Thanksgiving Alphabet (Days 3 and 4)

I started a little late, so, I’m including a couple to help me catch up.
Day 3 – C – I am thankful for my wife’s cooking. We’ve been married for over sixteen years and I can honestly say that it has only gotten better. As a young married couple we started out like many couples do, I’m sure, with some pretty basic meals, but, the old adage that practice makes perfect seems to apply here. The more experienced she gets, the better her food is! Sure, once in a while something plain and simple like hot dogs or tater tots will show up, but, when they do, they’re good. Usually, though, the kids and I are treated to expertly seasoned vegetables, a marinated or seasoned meat, and one of a variety of sides ranging from stuffing to cous cous. I do interrupt Angela’s normal routine every now and then with something from the grill or baked extra-sharp macaroni and cheese (like my dad used to make), but, the kitchen is definitely a place where my wife excels and I am thankful!
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My dad (1940-2012) preparing breakfast for guests at the local homeless shelter

Day 4 – D – I’m certainly thankful for my Dad. By simply being who he was – not necessarily by telling me or prodding me – but, by being who he was, my Dad taught me so much. I often tell people, long before my Dad’s end-of-life acceptance of Christ, that he was the best model of how to love your neighbors as yourself. He never talked about it. He just did it. That was the way he lived his life. I don’t know that I’ll ever fill his shoes, but, I am certainly grateful that I was blessed to be able to be raised by the one who did.