Provision at Just the Right Time -

December 2023: Dahlke Christmas Letter
 

It was February. In typical fashion, I woke early, grabbed books, bible, computer and journal settling on the couch in my favorite winter spot. Not long after sitting there the light began to whisper its way into the room. I was working on several things at that time – leading worship at a conference, preparing for Easter as a worship director, and creating a website for our homeschool co-op. I’m not sure which one had my attention at that moment, but the long list of to-dos on top of my primary role as mother and homeschool teacher was making my heart pick up its pace and my brain spin just a little. The intensity of the season made it clear that things needed to change. I was trying to balance too many things, and for the life of me, I could not get them to neatly align. It was as though the dots were splattered across the paper reaching the far corners and unwilling to budge their position. All the things were vying for “most important” which on my better days is a spot that is reserved for Jesus. Because the dots wouldn’t align, I needed to get rid of some. And, though it broke my heart a bit, I knew it was time to step away from my interim worship director job. 
 

I wish I could say that it’s been an easy transition. It hasn’t. I wish I could say that we understand all of the changes we’ve gone through as a family. We don’t. It’s been a complicated season. But, the time that I’ve had to invest in Titus and Nora as well as the homeschool community around us has been such a rich blessing. The bits of community that we have experienced have felt like whispers from heaven. In so many ways having me home feels like perfect provision for our family’s needs right now.

 

It was March. Travis’ role at a reputable company that combined his interest in data with his love of farming was increasingly stressful. In so many ways it was a good fit. But we just weren’t sure it was the best fit. Though his job checked many boxes, the ones left unchecked were leaving him unsatisfied and grumpy. When the offer came from the University of Northwestern in Saint Paul inviting him to join their staff, we hemmed and hawed weighing the pros and cons. We consulted with several of our mentors. Travis reached out to our financial planner who is also a good friend. We prayed. And waited. And prayed some more. I’ll be honest, we went back and forth on the decision multiple times the following days. But in the end, he decided to step down from his predictable, safe position to accept the new role. Was this a financially savvy decision? Not really. Was this an easier commute on the days he drives to the office? Not at all. Was it using his expert skills in the Microsoft tools that over the years he had acquired? Nope. However, Travis is finding such joy in being able to wholly support the mission of the organization he works with and a variety of doors have opened for him due to this change. As he reflects on the change, he is quick to acknowledge the Lord’s provision in the move.

It was August. We were looking toward a harvest season after another year of worsening drought. And then, a late summer hailstorm arrived. Together our family prayed as the large hail just kept falling – pounding on our roof at an alarming decibel. As we stared out our windows, it felt like the Lord didn’t hear. But an hour later when we drove down our gravel road we were in awe as we realized He had indeed spared our fields as we witnessed others that were a complete loss less than a mile away. Though it felt like we had been forgotten, we saw the Lord’s provision. We were blessed with a crop. It was meager, but
yet, it was a crop. It is obvious in our minds: the Lord has provided for our needs.

It was November. We were on our way to join the Wendt family in the Wisconsin Dells. About three hours into the drive, our low-tire light came on. I peeked out the window to see that the tire still had air in it. We filled up the tire while at a little gas station in the middle of nowhere and prayed that the tire would get us to our destination. It did not. Several miles later the low-pressure light came on again. We were desperately calling tire shops to see if anyone would be able to get us in immediately to fix our tire. It was the day before Thanksgiving, and we were nearing the end of the workday. Finally, on our sixth call, a sweet lady at a nondescript tire shop on the very edge of the next city agreed to take us. Amazingly, while on the interstate our tire held up. Once off the interstate we wobbled to the little shop just a few blocks off the exit. Truly, provision at just the right time. All four us of prayed prayers of thanksgiving when we arrived. And, then again when we saw Culvers across the street. It was a tasty little stop; then we were on our way! We all agreed that the Lord had provided for us in so many ways through that little adventure.

Early in the pages of the Gospel of Luke, the historian writes about Elizabeth the wife of Zechariah. Luke tells us that Elizabeth felt like a disgrace -- since she was without child and children were a mark of blessing at that time. Yet, both she and her husband continued to be obedient living out the commandments that had been given. When things didn’t make sense, they
continued to walk in faith. After many years of being obedient, the Lord showed up in a miraculous way taking away Elizabeth’s disgrace by blessing her with a child. The Lord chose this unlikely pair to be the parents of John the Baptist who would be the one that in so many ways announced the coming of the promised Messiah. Her response was one of certainty, “The Lord has done this for me.... He has taken away my disgrace.” Without question, she saw the hand of the Lord at work in her story.
Provision at just the right time. At just the right time the ultimate provision arrived: A Savior made His home among us. He lived. He died. He rose again. And here we sit in a world that sometimes doesn’t make sense. A world where sometimes the hail continues to beat down on our roofs even though we have prayed. A world where tires no longer hold air and jobs sometimes need to change. A world that doesn’t understand and seems keenly aware of our disgrace. But, with Elizabeth and Zechariah as our inspiration, we stumble forward, longing to see the Lord’s Hand at work in our lives and in the world around us. We hope with great expectation that at just the right time, He will return to make all things good and right and new. Jesus is truly the best provision at just the right time - and Christmas is our celebration of it.

If you find yourself stumbling forward like we sometimes do, our prayer is that the Lord would make Himself known to you and
that even when it’s hard to see, you would experience his hand at work in your story. ~ Merry Christmas!

life — and death

Posted on June 13, 2023 to personal blog: https//mercyplanted.wordpress.com/2023/06/13/life-and-death/

 

Last year an invasive weed took over our garden. With great tenacity, we pulled and hoed and sprayed those little shoots, but could not defeat them. So, this spring we became resigned to the reality that we needed to move our garden and more aggressively fight our weed problem. The preparation of a space to place our seeds required hard work. After marking out the parameters of what would be our garden, I waited for my husband to find a few minutes of time to strip the grass from the top of the ground with the skid steer. Together we removed roots and tilled up the ground by piercing it and turning it over. It was only then that I could place the seeds in the ground.

 

Within a couple of days a few tiny plants peeked through the ground, but most sleepily stayed put. I waited. Watching for life. I watered and weeded. More waiting. More weeding. More watching. But most of the would-be seedlings withered without waking to the life that was awaiting them. 

 

Yesterday at lunch the four of us sat to share our meal and amidst the crunching of potato chips chattered on about life – and death. I’m often struck by the juxtaposition of these two things. Among those we are praying for, one family is ushering in life watching and waiting for signs that life will soon begin, and one is watching and waiting for signs that death has overtaken life. As is common when discussing Hospice situations which usually result in death, memories of my mother began to flood my mind. This was perhaps the first time I shared with my little family the agony of watching someone die. My heart was ripped apart; the days were so hard. One step in front of the other was about all I could handle. This minute. And then this moment. Step, step, step. Toward the end of every day a dread would pierce me as I realized that night was coming, and I so longed for sleep. For finality. For all to be finished, and yet, these longings were tinged with guilt as well as a desire to stay awake. To not miss a moment. Every minute was precious and finite. While new life for my mother — one without pain and suffering — was right around the corner, there was something so deep within me that just wanted her to hold on. Every word became monumental. Every hand squeeze a treasure to behold. Every blink a reminder that moments would soon end. And I longed for more. More time. More words. More breaths. 

 

As we shared stories about the watching and the waiting in my mother’s last days of life, I was again reminded that we don’t like to think about the times when life brushes up against death. My daughter asked if we could please stop talking about it. But the two things are so intricately wound up together that I’m not sure we can fully appreciate life if we can’t wrap our minds around death. The irony of the waiting and watching is that both of these families we are praying for are really on the edge of new life. And, while one spouse holds their beloved’s hand lacking sleep and seeking comfort, no muscle is spared, pressing and pushing into life, so too the other holds their beloved’s hand doing the same – lacking sleep, seeking comfort, no muscles spared, pressing and pushing into life. Both waiting and watching. Both birthing life in very different ways. Both ripe with potential and promise.

 

Recently I went back to the garden and re-tilled. Again, preparing the ground for what I hoped would nurture life. We added rich black soil and raked it flat. This time as I held the bumpy, dried and withered seed I contemplated how in the dying of that very seed there was the great potential to produce life. As I placed the last of my withered seeds in the ground, I continued praying for life. I pondered the death that must take place for me to truly follow Christ. It is the denial of self and a necessary condition upon my faith. A mandate. A requirement. Through it, death will usher in life. Beside me my son methodically plants peas and corn, peas and corn. The garden, birthing life in a very different way, is ripe with potential and promise. And, we’re back to watering and weeding, waiting and watching, again.

Nucleus Homeschool Co-op Expectations -

March 2023: Published on Nucleus Co-op's Website - https://nucleushomeschool.info

please seat yourself -

December 2020: Dahlke Christmas Newsletter

Excerpt from Advent Series written based on volunteers' stories -

Written and video-edited for December 2020 Christmas Eve Service

Obituary for Norma Kay Wendt -

Posted on March 25, 2020 at https://www.rexwinkelfh.com/obituary/norma-wendt

 

 

Norma Wendt, 74, of Akron, Iowa, as a long-time believer and follower of Jesus Christ, met him face to face on Tuesday, March 24, 2020 at her home surrounded by family.

 

Due to the mandated health precautions, a Celebration of Life Service will be held at a later date.  Arrangements are with the Rexwinkel Funeral Home in Akron. Expressions of sympathy can be extended to the family through www.rexwinkelfh.com. 

Norma Kay Siebens Wendt was born in Akron, Iowa on December 18, 1945 to John and Caryl (McCorkell) Siebens joining her brother Daryl, who was eight years old, and two cousins Phillip and Virginia Whitaker.

 

When Norma was in kindergarten, a young five year old named Ronald Wendt noticed her sitting in the usher’s chair at church with Shirley-Temple curls. At age sixteen, that same fellow accidently arrived at a friend’s home to find Norma babysitting. He took the opportunity to ask her out and she agreed. Soon thereafter, Ron’s father said, “I hope you aren’t planning to make this a steady thing.” Apparently his father’s words had little effect. Five years later - a week after Norma graduated from SDSU with her bachelor’s degree in Home Economics - they were married. They moved to Enid, Oklahoma where they lived for a year while Ron finished up his service in the Air Force. 

 

Norma and Ron then moved to Sioux City where Norma taught Home Economics for several years before having their first daughter, Jennifer. Four years later, Julia joined the family. Three and a half years after that, their son Jason was born. In 1980, the family moved to a farm owned by her mother Caryl near Akron, Iowa where Ron and Norma lived for 40 years. During that time Norma was the Activity Director at the Akron City Convalescent Care Center for more than twenty years. They also continued to be faithful members of Plymouth Presbyterian Church where they met at a young age. Norma was an avid quilter, a chocolate lover, a rose gardener and a bird watcher. You could often find her enjoying the banter of a friendly game of cards. She has been described as one of the kindest people you will ever meet. She taught her children about patience, honesty and compassion and was tenacious about making sure they each could cook, set the table correctly, and use proper grammar.

 

She leaves behind her beloved of more than 57 years, Ronald Wendt. Her daughter Jennifer WendtGeisler and husband Scott Geisler and children Grayson, Ronan, and Calder; her daughter Julia Dahlke and husband Travis and children Titus and Nora; and her son Jason Wendt and wife Jessica Wendt and children Brynn, Cooper and Knox. She also leaves behind several sisters and brothers-in-law, nieces, nephews and other relatives.

 

She is preceded in death by her parents, John and Caryl Siebens, her brother Daryl Siebens, and a nephew Christopher Siebens.

 

marriage: the worse, the poorer, the sickness -

Posted on August 14, 2012 to personal blog: https://shewendtdahlke.wordpress.com/2012/08/14/marriage-the-worse-the-poorer-the-sickness/

 

A week ago the day of my parents 45th Anniversary arrived. This past weekend my siblings and I went home to celebrate this milestone with other family and good friends. It was a fantastic weekend of playing and talking and loving…a gift my parents have passed on to us.

 

Sunday morning most of us went to First Plymouth Presbyterian Church — the church my parent’s met in, were married in, took us to and continue to attend. Currently, Neil Peck who is a barber by trade pastors this little congregation. And, I think he does an incredible job.

 

One of his “side notes” during his sermon was about my parents. And as is often the case, it was the part that really struck me. He briefly spoke about the difficulties of marriage… the worse, the poorer and the sickness parts. It really changed the way I viewed the celebration. While we were celebrating the better, the richer and the health which all happen to be true in my parent’s marriage, we were also celebrating the worse, the poorer and the sickness – again, all true.  As I began to think about those difficult times, my heart began to praise the Lord for them because I think they are potentially the parts of my parent’s marriage that are the most beautiful. When I think about the way that both of my parents love all the parts of each other – good and bad – the way my mother stood by my father’s side when his welding business was falling apart due to his primary customer moving away from the area, the way my father loved my mother through her cancer even shaving her head for her when she couldn’t do it herself… these are the things that cause me to pause. These are the things that encourage me to love my husband better…the things that choke me up and remind me just how much I love my parents, appreciate their example and make me thankful that I am the daughter of Ron and Norma.

To be honest, the worse, the poorer and the sickness are the parts of marriage that really scare me. But, if their response to these sorts of things has cemented their marriage helping to purify their love and make it something very beautiful, then I need not fear the hardships and trials, but instead praise the Lord for them.  Perhaps a feat more easily typed than lived.

 

Happy 45h Anniversary, Dad and Mom. Your love moves me, encourages me and has played a large part in who I am today. Thanks for it! It is undoubtedly the best gift I have ever received.

Excerpts from Advent Series -

Originally written November 2008 for Faith Christian Reformed Church (New Brighton, MN) revised and used as Advent Readings at Westbrook Community Church (Chaska, MN), Oakwood Community Church (Waconia, MN), and Oak Heights Covenant Church (Hutchinson, MN)

Spirit-empowered living inspires generous giving -

Sermon Manuscript from June 2016 preached at Winthrop Evangelical Covenant Church

 

 It was a beautiful wedding! And a beautiful day for a wedding. You could almost taste the promise of a great future -- like the sweet, sugary frosting that surrounded the celebratory cake. The joining of these two lives was especially festive as they were Christians living in a world surrounded by Hindus. Even their families worshipped many gods, so in each other they found not only love, but also a future. They packed their bags and headed for America -- the place of promise for young Christians. Far from family, Prisha clung to her husband as a provider and supporter. And, with one gorgeous baby girl and another on the way, she began to wake to the reality that this was no ordinary marriage. While she had hoped he would provide a happily-ever-after future, he instead provided an angry environment with harsh words and frequent blows. After their second sweet baby girl entered the world, she knew it was time to secretly disappear in hopes of saving both herself and these two sweet little girls she so dearly loved.

Alone. In a world where everybody has somebody, Prisha had nobody. Isolated. In a culture with limitless possibilities, she had few choices. Empty. In a place that seemed to have such abundance, she had nothing. Alone. Isolated. and Empty...but not forsaken. She had the Holy Spirit and day after day she prayed. For food. For fellowship. For family. And, piece-by-piece the Holy Spirit provided for her in a way her husband never could have.

Years after this devastating season of life, this lovely woman began attending a neighborhood Bible Study that I am a part of. Time and time again Prisha's told me what an answer to prayer this little group has been. And as each day passes, we have grown to love one another more and more through the power of the Holy Spirit and the fellowship of like-minded ladies. From alone to in community, we've each sensed the moving of the Spirit uniting us in a powerful way.

This group is remarkably simple. A handful of moms who found themselves in  the same neighborhood at the same time. But, because of the Holy Spirit this group is simply remarkable. A gathering of believers who generously open their lives to one another.

As we peek into the pages of Acts, I'm convinced we will find a similar stirring of the Spirit and a simply remarkable movement of believers who generously open their lives to one another.

It's critical that we understand the timing of this narrative -- this story. Jesus had promised that the Holy Spirit would come and empower his disciples, that they wouldn't be alone in His command to build the church. Not long after Jesus' ascension, Luke records Pentecost - the coming of the Spirit. During this somewhat difficult to imagine event -- a story that includes tongues of fire, many different languages spoken, and accusations of drunkenness -- the Spirit comes with power on this ragged lot of followers transforming them into a powerful group of leaders -- the Apostles.

Among the Apostles, we find Peter -- the one whose tongue often moved before his mind did, the one who denied knowing Jesus at a time that really mattered, the one who Jesus proclaimed the church would be built upon changing his name from Simon to Peter -- or rock. Peter has been changed. Peter now stands up in the assembly and speaks with clarity and wisdom walking those gathered in Jerusalem through Old Testament prophecy and the life of Christ. At the close of his sermon, 3000 people repent and choose to follow Christ. 3000. Look around you. We can estimate that this sanctuary holds a few more than 100 persons. Now consider our little family of believers growing to include the communities of Fairfax, Gibbon and Winthrop in a matter of moments.

And, it is here we find ourselves. This small sect of 120 believers multiplied to more than 3000 people.

As we look at Acts chapter 2, Luke records an idyllic community. These followers suddenly found themselves in one of the most powerful, transforming follow-up programs ever known. They were devoted! The Greek word here means to be obstinately persisting in. They continued in faithful adherence to the community.  What do you obstinately persist in? What do you devote yourself to daily? Cooking meals? Doing laundry? Keeping your boss happy? Writing papers? Working in your garden? Or...Facebook?

And, what were they devoted to? They were obstinately persisting as learners sitting under the Apostle's teaching. The Apostles who were clearly being led by the Spirit -- who were performing signs and wonders (incidentally, this is the same language Luke uses to describe Jesus in days prior, thus, in the minds of the Jews, they are seeing a clear connection between this man Jesus and the Apostles which gave them credibility). The Apostles who were not learned men or men of societal rank but were simply men who had been with Jesus and were now empowered by the Spirit.

Not only were the new converts devoted to this teaching, but also they were persisting in fellowship. Perhaps you are familiar with the Greek word KOINWNIA. Today's church has grabbed hold of this word just as it appears the early church did. While this is the ONLY time Luke uses this word in all of the Gospel and Acts, Paul uses this word 19 times throughout his writing. These 20 uses suggest the word had come to have a special meaning among the early church. They understood the word to mean a unique sharing that happened between one another and God. One scholar defines the word as "A common sharing of not only food from a common platter and wine, but also of conversation." It wasn't enough to gather for a cup of coffee and small talk, but instead they were deeply engaged in each other's lives. The people were committed to each other.

So, they were devoted to teaching, and fellowship, the breaking of bread... It's not entirely known if Luke is referring to the Lord's Supper or sharing meals or the Love Feasts that were common in the Early Church and likely included both the sharing of a meal as well as a remembering of the Last Supper. In any case, the young believers were eating together. At the same table.

My grandmother Phillis was a hard-working woman. Her hands were tough from years of doing the dishes, pulling weeds, and caring for kiddos. While her hands were tough, her heart was supple. She loved everyone she met, and everyone she met loved her. Her table was a wooden veneer table that housed several leaves. These leaves were easily accessible and often utilized. Any time someone needed a meal, there was space at Grandma's table. No ordinary cook, she could make delectable stews out of chicken scraps and scrumptious pies out of a bit of lard and sprinkle of flour. There was forever enough food and always sufficient space.

Grandma's table reminds me a bit of the way the early church shared meals. Their feasts were open to everyone. Just as a family gathered together...those who were easy to love and those who were not. Those who were similar and those who were not. Those who were well-off and those who were not.  These gatherings were an end to classism.... God's Kingdom has always been about solidarity and mutuality, and it was finally being lived out that way. While men and women gathering at the same table was not completely unique during this time period, it was distinctive. Now the community gathered as a body -- no longer allowing divisions to divide, but instead embracing the lives they had come from as a benefit to the body.

So, the new converts were devoted to the Apostles' teaching, to fellowship, to the breaking of bread, and what else? Prayer. The very activity that the disciples were consumed with prior to welcoming the Holy Spirit at Pentecost continued to be an activity of the early church. These days following Pentecost - this mountaintop experience for the young church was absolutely dripping with the Holy Spirit. The Spirit empowered, enlivened, embraced this community and as we will see dramatically transformed them enabling them to live as no one yet had been able to live. And, here we see that Spirit-led living inspired generous giving.

Let's leave Acts for a minute and step way back into Leviticus. Leviticus is the third book of the bible and contains many laws and instructions. In chapter 25, God lays out this crazy way of living called the Sabbath Year. When the Israelites entered into the Promised Land, they were to work the fields, prune the vineyards and bring in the harvest for 6 years. Then, on the 7th year, they were to let the land rest, trusting that God would provide for their needs throughout the 7th year -- not only did God command the people to Sabbath, but also he commanded them to let the land Sabbath. What's even crazier than this, is the Year of Jubilee. The Year of Jubilee is the 50th year. So, 7 years of 7 marks the 49th year a Sabbath Year. And, the Lord sort of one-ups the Sabbath Year inviting the people into the Year of Jubilee which will be a time that they let the land lie fallow for yet another year and trust God's provision. Leviticus 25:12 says,

"For it is a jubilee and is to be holy for you; eat only what is taken directly from the fields."

 If you continue reading, you see that God invites the people to not only let the land Sabbath an additional year, but also all land would be returned to its original owner during this special time. So, if your neighbor defaulted on his farm loans, you could buy his land... but in the year of Jubilee, you are to return it to him. Levitius 25:23 states

              "The land must not be sold permanently, because the land is mine and you are but aliens and my tenants."

Chapter 25 includes a lot of other situations as well dealing with slaves, and the Levites' land, and other property, but the point was God owned everything. And, He had chosen to bless the Israelites with everything they had. Never again were the Israelites to be slaves. Never again were they to be beholden to anyone but God.

So, here, way back in Leviticus, we are seeing glimpses of the Kingdom God wants to establish among His people. It's a Kingdom of generosity and love. It's a Kingdom where all share equally in the good gifts of God. And, unfortunately, it's a Kingdom that never found footing in the Old Testament. Scripture and historians alike have noted that while the sabbatical years were reinstated following the exile, the Year of Jubilee was never mentioned again and remained an eschatalogical hope -- a dream of sorts to be realized at the time of Christ's return.

Yet, even at this time, God is inviting His people to more than just hope, but to live a different way. A way that honors each other. A way that places another's needs above their own. A way that embraces this rich generosity.

Ok, now, let's jump back to into the first century A.D. There was a great movement of thought among the Greek thinkers. If you look again at our text in Acts, Luke says in verse 44 "All the believers were together and had everything in common." This phrase "everything in common" is one that the first century people would be familiar with. The phrase was used by both Aristotle, Pythagoras, and Epicurus, too.

One commentator noted: "The problem with the Greek pattern of friendship according to which all things were shared between kindred spirits is that human will left to itself rarely accommodates such an ideal."

This ideal -- having all things in common -- was something to shoot for. It was a goal, or aim of these different communities. It was a great idea, but historians record that if it was lived out at all, it was short-lived and remained an ideal rather than a reality.

But now, Enter Holy Spirit. Enter empowerment, enlivening, engagement. Enter a power like no other who transforms hearts and minds and lives. Enter Jesus' promise of a helper and listen to what happens to this community. "All the believers were together and had everything in common. Selling their possessions and goods, they gave to anyone as had need." This was a new way of living. They gave. They gave to ANYONE. They gave to anyone who had need. The Greek word here translated "gave" can also be translated "distributed." It's verb tense indicates to us that this was a regular practice. An ongoing one, not an isolated event.

There were various associations that people of this time could be members of. These associations had mandatory dues that drew the lines of who was in and who wasn't. On top of these dues were various fees: entrance fees, monthly fees for wine, regular fees for festivals, fees (or fines) for inappropriate behavior. Not unlike belonging to a country club or to the Optimist Club or to the Lions. These dues and fees were to be paid. It was mandatory. If you didn't pay you weren't a part.

However, not so among this young transformed group of believers. The sharing of possessions is not a requirement. It's not communism. It's not socialism. It's a freely giving up of personal property for the betterment of another. When they became a part of the community, nobody came around to collect dues, fees or personal property. Unlike the Qumran communities where everyone's property was thrown together, believers continued to own and use their property. But, when they saw a need, they lovingly, happily, generously gave of their own to meet the needs of another. This practice reveals the profound regard for both the spiritual and physical well-being of this community of friends. Members of this new community -- this new way of living -- were so committed to the cause of Christ, that they willingly sacrificed their own needs to honor the needs of others. They gave of the life they knew, for their friends. And, who does this sound like? Their leader....OUR leader. Jesus Christ who willingly gave His life for His friends. This resurrection life -- this dieing to oneself-life -- this bizarre life, the one that God had had in mind for centuries, was now livable -- it was now a realistic possibility due to the empowering of the Holy Spirit. Indeed, this very Spirit was transforming this community more and more into the likeness of Christ. Yes, friends, Spirit-led living inspires generous giving.

And, people noticed. Luke tells us that this community was enjoying the favor of all people. But, let's think about it....how could they not? Have you ever been around a generous person? Someone who willingly sacrifices for you? These are people who are a great joy to be around! They are more concerned about you than themselves...and yet today, this is a rare trait.

I'll confess. Generosity is not one of my strong suits. I am a counter. You know the type.... I count every piece of candy or chocolate or cake. If you take more than your fair share, I know it. I calculate fairness with a measuring stick, and while I don't expect fairness, I like things to be pretty equal. In my marriage, while there's grace, if things become too off balance, my demeanor lets my husband know. After studying this passage at length, I am more and more certain that generosity must flavor the lives of believers...and if it isn't, we probably need to spend more time with the Holy Spirit, allowing Him to Inspire Generous Giving in us.

Not so long ago, both a family member and, separately, a friend gave me (Nora, really) a bunch of clothes. I was touched by their generosity and even commented to my friend that I have a hard time being generous, but that their generosity is not only a blessing because of the clothes, but also because it is inspiring me to be more generous. Later as I was mowing (one of my favorite places to think), I was pondering how much easier it is for me to be generous when someone has been generous with me... my brain paused.... conviction tumbled down over me as I realized the incredible generosity I have received from our Lord - and yet so easily forget it.

The clothes we wear, our food, our car, our home, these are gifts from God. My time, my resources, my energy...my chocolate these are not mine to hoard, but mine to share.

If we define generosity as giving in a way that regards others' needs above our own, we take seriously God's desire for us to be a community that is about solidarity and mutality, and we begin to watch for opportunities to practice radical generosity, I wonder what how our neighborhoods could be impacted. Shoveling out our neighbor's driveway. Taking the elderly neighbor to the doctor. Generously giving to the Church -- even during the months we aren't sure how we will make all of our ends meet. Sacrificially giving up our Saturday for our friend who is moving and needs a hand. Lovingly offering the money we are saving for vacation to help our struggling neighbor pay for their unexpected surgery. And on and on.

People would notice. But, we can't do it alone. We are not strong enough to live selflessly simply by our own will. We too cannot live out this sort of life without the Holy Spirit. Just like the lives of those who followed Aristotle, Pythagoras and Epicurus...just like the Israelites dotting the pages of the Old Testament... just like those today who attempt to selflessly give without the aid of the Holy Spirit, failure awaits those who are not resting upon the strength and power of our Lord.

That's easy for me to say.... it's a much harder task to accomplish. We would be wise to take note of the way the early church lived.... living as a community -- spending time learning about the Lord, dwelling in the pages of Scripture, honestly and wholeheartedly fellowshipping with Christians, participating in both worship and prayer. Cultivating a life and relationships that make space for the Spirit to lead.

Looking back to Acts, let's look at what happened to these young believers. Luke tells us in verse 46. "Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people."

...."AND, the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved."

Such fresh and powerful community caught the attention of those watching.... the people who were looking in on these transformed lives noticed. This young church won the admiration of the world around them.

...And the LORD added to their number those who were being saved.

Spirit-led living indeed inspires generous giving.

...and the Lord added to their number those who were being saved.

This past week as I was trying to wrap my head around what generosity looks like several thousand years later, a series of emails flew through my inbox. The little neighborhood group I'm a part of had been praying for Prisha's family. It was her hope that her siblings would be granted VISAs to be able to visit this summer. Early Monday morning she received word that indeed, the Visas were granted and soon her family would finally be able to visit her here in the States. While this was wonderful news, it also meant Prisha needed a few things to accommodate their stay. First, a bed. Second, a vehicle large enough for her to drive the six of them around. She invited us to pray with her.

About an hour later the first email response came. This friend expressed her excitement and promised to get back to her soon on how she could help Prisha host her family. Shortly thereafter, the second email arrived letting Prisha know that there was both a full sized bed available and the flexibility of borrowing a minivan when need arose. The third email arrived offering a queen bed for the summer. And, the fourth email came offering to let Prisha borrow their SUV for most of August. And, I realized that my best example of generous living was right before my eyes found in a group of remarkably simple neighborhood ladies who happen to share a common geographical address as well as an uncommon God.

Truly, Spirit-empowered living inspires generous giving.