As I write this I am riding through the streets of Lesotho. It is 6:45 AM and the streets are crowded with taxis and people, thousands of them. As we crawl down the street the walkers pass us by, all heading to a small entrance in a fence leading to another day in the factory. It is a powerful picture of daily living in Lesotho. As an ambassador for Oceans Ministries I’ve had the privilege of leading this group of students from Holland Christian. Over the last two weeks we have been immersed in the culture and lives of the Basotho people, and built relationships through shared experiences and hands on projects.
Last night I listened to students share what they were
taking away from their time spent in Lesotho and at Beautiful Gate. Here is a short list of the ways their hearts
have been opened to the heart of the Father:
Prayer – How powerful prayer is. How many ministries were birthed through prayer. How the people of Lesotho rely on it.
Trust – Having courage to step out and surrender our fears and insecurities to our Abba Father who has shown Himself trustworthy.
Freedom – To worship. How we are led and to be who our Father created us to be. Importance of resting in dependence on Him.
Joy – True joy, not happiness. Joy experienced through relationships with the people they dwelt with.
Though every trip and team is different one thing remains the same – The Father pours out the River of His Holy Spirit in life transforming ways that will leave us forever changed for His Kingdom! Here are a few pictures high lighting our trip:
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The word “grit” has been echoing in my mind
for the past week. I thought of it watching
Lizzy run her last leg of the 1600-meter relay with determination. It came to
the forefront as I prayed over three young people after they shared their love
for Jesus. Inside there was a deep
longing for them to have courage, boldness and discipline to run the race well
as they face their spiritual battles.
However, as much as I resonated with Lizzy’s
wrestling thoughts on her relationship with Jesus, it was the conclusion of her
paper that sent me away rejoicing. I was
reminded again of the heart of the Father, and a prayer I learned while reading
Climbing Prayer Mountain (Tim Spykstra),
“Father, show me the love you have for your Son is the same love you have for
May the following reflections of Lizzy’s on
Frederick Buechner’s writings be a reminder of the Father’s love, which is
kneaded through the process of sanctification.
A relationship with God was not
intended to be simple, but satisfying. It’s a paradox. In part God requires nothing of
us, as “God’s love’s all gift, for God has need of naught” (Buechner 48).
Yet God also requires everything. He requires us to sacrifice every ounce
of that nothing we have to offer, in order to be used for something. God
continually asks us to offer up our trivial gifts to Him until we “can
give to Jesus nothing that I have, for I have nothing left to give” (Buechner
110). Jesus didn’t need to make his mission simple to draw people to the
call. Just being with Jesus was enough for countless believers to brave
the high stake that Jesus laid out for sainthood. Jesus is still enough
for followers like us today.
That day that I sat down in a puddle halfway
through my 300’s and cried was the closest I’ve ever come to quitting
track. Maybe I would have if my coach hadn’t tapped me on the shoulder,
pulled me up out of my puddle, looked me right in the eyes, and said,
“Lizzy, you can be done if you want, but your grit is what I love so much
I stared in disbelief at this comment
because I felt the exact opposite of gritty in that moment, but that’s who he
believed I was, and so when he looked at me crying in a puddle, grit is what he
saw. So, on that thirty-five degree day with slapping sleet and pooling
puddles, I marched to the starting line and did the rest of my 300’s. I
didn’t hit a single split, but I finished. That’s the thing about grit,
it’s not about the production, it’s about the process.
God is a lot like my coach. He
looks at us in our puddle of sin, offers his hand, and says, “Saint.”
When we feel as far from the way God sees us as possible, grace is the
reminder of our identity.
Let us be a people who celebrates
grace, but let us also be a people who lives with grit. May we rise above
the mistaken belief that a life of faith will be easy and remember that the
hope of salvation brings with it the hard work of sanctification.
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Two years ago I stopped teaching at Holland
Christian High School (HC) to join Oceans Ministries. Since leaving I’ve
maintained a relationship with the staff and students through occasional
subbing, chapels, coaching track and leading teams of students to Beautiful
Gate, Lesotho. Last week as I walked the
halls at HC an English teacher stopped me to share a paper written by a senior
on the track team named Elizabeth Bruxvoort.
After being asked to read writings by
Frederick Buechner, she titled her paper
” The Grind after Grace”. While reading her paper, it became apparent
she was telling part of my story, probably all of our stories as we strive to
follow in the steps of Jesus. For the next two weeks, my hopes are you will be
blessed and encouraged by excerpts from her paper, as she compares her grit in
track and field to our walk with Jesus.
I remember the first time I cried because of a workout. It was thirty-three degrees and sleeting so
hard you needed windshield wipers for your eyes. I stood at the start line for the 300,
drowning in my rain soaked clothes and my bad attitude. Just an hour before, our meet had been
cancelled due to bad weather and we’d all cheered.
“Not a chance he has us run in this,” a senior runner said,
“It’d just be unhealthy.”
Confident we walked out of the locker room with short
sleeves and high hopes of a warm, easy run inside. We’d enjoyed about two
minutes of our wishful thinking before we were sent back in where we left our
shorts and optimism behind. We waved goodbye to the school and walked
reluctantly towards our outdoor workout.
Halfway through the workout everything was frozen but my
legs, which burned. Our coach’s hand
went down again signaling the start of yet another 300. I took off, pouring out
everything I had, including my negative attitude. I heard my split again as I crossed the
finish line. Slow. Again. I couldn’t’
breathe. I collapsed in a puddle, daring
it to try to get me more wet and miserable than I already was.
Today was supposed to be easy, chanted the chorus in my head
as my throat tightened and I fought back tears.
It was supposed to be easy.
It was supposed to be easy. I
In some ways this year, I’ve felt cheated at HC. I’m not sure when exactly, but somewhere
along the line I was led to believe it would be easy – a relationship with
Jesus, that is. I’m positive no one
explicitly said that from the chapel stage or in one of my Bible classes. … No
one ever lied to me or intentionally led me astray. Instead, I believe my not-so-uncommon misconception
was created by a culture that tries to make a relationship with Jesus sound
appealing by making it sound simple.
They do this by focusing on a very true, very beautiful reality of a
relationship with Jesus, which is grace. But it’s time to stop pretending that
grace is the goal. God’s gift of grace is designed to be our condition not our
We are all in desperate dependence on grace. We will never
outgrow our need for grace since “nothing human’s not a broth of false and
true” (Buechner 31) St. Godric understood his reliance on God’s grace, but he
also understood that this reliance was not the sum of their relationship. Grace does not make us a saint.
The gift of grace is open to anyone, but not everyone goes
down in history as a saint. Grace is the
reality that equips us for the race, but it doesn’t necessarily give us the
courage to continue after chasing our call.
Sinners are saved by grace, but saints are shaped by grit.
As a middle distance runner, I’d like to think I know a
thing or two about grit. The first thing
I know is this: grit does not look glamorous.
Grit is needed more often in seasons of failure than seasons of
flourishing. Grit is what gets me out of
bed before the sun rises on summer vacation to get in an eight-mile run before
it hits eighty. Grit is what drives me to the finish line, even after the race
has gotten messy. Grit will do the same
for all of us who dare to believe that we have what it takes to become the
saints God has called us to be.
A relationship with God was not intended to be simple, but
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Written by Mike Verkaik As I write this I am riding through the streets of Lesotho. It is 6:45 AM and the streets are crowded with taxis and people, thousands of them. As we crawl down the street the walkers pass us by, all heading to a small entrance in a fence leading to another […]