Faith, Real Faith!

Hebrews 11: 1  What is Faith?  It is the confident assurance that what we hope for is going to happen.  Faith gives us hope.  

There is a saying that in my opinion is so true but then again everyone has an opinion and many of them I do not care to hear.  Christians are like tea bags. You never know what you got until you put them in hot water.

I am sorry when I hear the testimony; I turned my life over to Jesus Christ when I was seven years old, and from that day forward my life has been perfect.  In my opinion and again remember everyone is entitled to an opinion if your faith has never been tested how do you know how deep your faith is?  It’s all perfect. It’s easy.  

Now to me, Job is the example of a remarkably faithful man; it was all perfect until Satan started to test him. The loss of all his family, the loss of all his worldly possessions. Losing one child is difficult but losing your entire family, I do not know how you handle that.  I think of the Sandy Hook School shooting, first and second-grade children killed. How do a mother and father handle that without faith? And a lot of faith.

Three weeks ago, I was in the Ciego de Avila District in Cuba.  Last September they were devastated by Hurricane Irma, and much of that destruction was still visible.  Just a month ago the same area was inundated with flood waters from another storm.

I visited fifteen churches in the district and one of the first ones, the parsonage did not have a roof on it because of Irma. As we walked through the house signs of mold was everywhere and the air wreaked with the smell of decay.  From there we walked to the backyard to a shack the size of tiny yard shed where a family of five people were living.  The ceiling was so low I could hardly stand up straight.  The heat from the Cuban sun made the place stifling hot. 

There sat the Pastor’s family and shared a table filled with pineapple, bananas, and mangos.  They were laughing and happy, and they mentioned they were so blessed that I was there with them.  The pastor talked about his church, how it was growing, and they would be putting on a new roof soon.  We conversed for about twenty minutes, and I prayed with and for them and then we departed.  Now that is faith! Faith was giving them hope.

This district is sugar cane country, destitute churches, impoverished farm workers and challenging conditions under normal circumstances.  Then top this with hurricane damage and flood damage, with no money to do anything about their situation. Driving on mud roads with water standing everywhere you look.  Humble shacks with dirt floors, cloth draped front doors, every so often the home had given away to the elements. There was nothing more than a pile of rotten wood where once a family with dreams had lived.  This is a tough situation.  Yes, my eyes tear up writing about their conditions they live in every day. 

We arrive at another humble church full of patiently waiting brothers and sisters in Christ.   As I am speaking, I see the faces of these people many very somber yet leaning forward listening to every word I speak. I try to encourage and be inspirational at every location.  I see the big brown eyes of children watching this strange big white-haired man telling them Bible stories.  

I always carry Beaning Babies “stuffed animals” everywhere I go, and, in this location, I could not leave without opening my belief case to unload them all.  There is always the initial hesitation to accept something from me, but with a little encouragement, they yield to the temptation.  They hug and smell the small treasure they have just received.  As I tell them, “God loves you, and so do I.” The smile on their face and the twinkle in their eyes is payment to me. 

I am not one to say goodbye. I would rather say, “until we meet again.”  Either way, I am leaving, and I cannot help but think; how do they do it? 

Faith gives them hope, hope for a better life, hope for a better tomorrow and hope the price being paid now will provide the next generation of Cubans a better life. 

Why can we not have that kind of Faith?
Dan Christopherson
Direct Line: 941-468-7209

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Words

A few years ago, I was in Atlanta and had the opportunity to tour the Martin Luther King Memorial and National Center for Civil Rights Museum.  They had recordings of speeches that Dr. King had given.   To hear the elegances of his words and the profound messages spoke; he was a brilliant orator and pastor.  The words would flow with the rhythm of a fine-tuned symphony, and you waited with great anticipation for the next sentence.  Few men or women have that ability to speak so elegantly and profound, but when you hear one, they do stand out.  I have been fortunate over the years to listen to some outstanding speakers, and now with YouTube, the opportunities to listen to those speakers are endless.

Most of us are not in the above category as being a great orator, in fact, most of us coward at the thought of public speaking.  The American language can be tricky; words spelled the same can mean something entirely different.

 Such as…….

Do you write with your left hand or right? 
Has everyone left the room?

Where does the dust on my desk come from?
Why do they need to dust the crops?

How about this one?

She is a very fast runner.
Cuban’s fast much more than Americans?

We would be better off if we came with an automatic translating switch on your mouth.  When you said something in question it would stop your brain automatically and ask, “Are you sure you want to say that?” It would give you time to think before the words came out of your mouth, so when they did, they had been translated and were exactly what you wanted to say.  Hmmm, some people would not change their words, but it would give you a second chance.   This should be a required option when you get married!

When I am in Cuba I have my personal translator with me always; I am sorry even after years of going to Cuba that I still do not speak Spanish. I trust her one hundred percent, and I am sure there are times she has corrected words I have spoken. I have been in meetings with government officials where one wrong word would change the entire conversation. I watch the intensity on my translator’s face, and I know how carefully she is listening and interrupting what is being discussed. I know not to use American slang.  She has told me slang does not translate so take that out of your vocabulary.  That’s good because it makes me think to use the correct verbiage. 

1 Kings 8: 56 Not one word has failed of all the wonderful promises He gave through His servant Moses. 

Help; means assist, unless you can’t help doing something, when it means, “prevent.”

I kind of like the automatic translating switch on your mouth!

Dan Christopherson
Southwest District Mission Program, Inc.