New Paths...on a Common Journey

Dear Family, Friends and Partners in Ministry,

            We hope and pray that this letter finds you doing well.  We continue to transition from Monterrey to the US/Mexican border region where we are now living and serving.  The children are settling into their schooling and  lives here.  Jeanne and I settle into our new lives here as well, finding places through which we can minister and serve God and others with our gifts and graces.  As the future unfolds before us, we walk forward with great joy, anticipation and thanksgiving.

            We are writing this letter to again affirm our deep thanksgiving for your faithfulness through the days, months and years past.  We know that without your prayers, your financial gifts and your partnership this ministry could not have happened.  Without you, the many, many lives, families and communities would not have been touched, would not have experienced the Good News of God in Venezuela and Mexico.  So, we thank you again and again for all you have done.

            We also write to let you know that at the end of this year we will transition from being full-time Cross-Cultural Workers (missionaries) to being Mission Affiliates.  This means two things specifically: 1) We will maintain our connection to The Mission Society and will continue living and ministering among Latin Americans—both here in the US and abroad; and 2) because of this new classification and God’s provision, we will no longer receive our salary and support through The Mission Society after December of this year.  We will maintain our account with The Mission Society where will be able to receive tax-deductable gifts should you wish to help with a particular project we tell you about or a short term mission trip (we have invitations for 2012 to Mexico, Venezuela and Honduras to teach and train church leaders!); however, we will no longer depend on the generous giving you have bestowed upon us to provide for our day-to-day living over the last seven years.

            Our “tent-maker” ministry will continue…even though we do not know exactly what shape it will all take.  While I teach at a local college on this side, we will continue to work with the schools in Monterrey—El Seminario Metodista Juan Wesley and El Instituto Laurens.  We are also connecting with people and groups here in the Rio Grande Valley…and look forward to developing points of ministry here.  And, as always, no matter what we do, no matter where we are, we strive—as you do—to simply live out the Good News of God through acts of love and mercy towards those around us.   As we go forward in this new phase of life and ministry, we hope you will continue to pray for us and know that we will remain in touch for the years to come.

            We cannot say enough how grateful we are for all you have done with us, for us and through us in the last seven years.  We cannot know how many lives have been forever changed because YOU were faithful in giving as God moved you to give.  Thank you, thank you, thank you!  And, may the Lord bless you—as much and many times over—as you have blessed the lives of so many others.  

God is good…all the time!

Jon and Jeanne Herrin…Jesse, Andrew and Megan (the J.A.M.)

Books, Books and Books!!!

Back when we put out the request for books for El Instituto Laurens, the church-related school where both of us were teaching, we had no idea how things would turn out.  All we knew was that there were no reading books for the students in the elementary grades (in fact, still are none for middle-schoolers and high-schoolers!).  And, we knew from our own teaching experience that reading is so very important for both gaining knowledge and for school success.

Why did we ask you for books??  In Mexico (as in most Latin American countries), books are on average twice the price as books in the US...and children's books can be three to four times the price.  Basically, books are a luxury item that most Mexicans simply can't touch.  We figured that you all might be like many of us Americans with more than enough books to spare...or at least able to pick them up at yard-sales or on clearance sales. 

So, we sent out the word...and you responded.  Families--like the Koughs, the Chambliss, the Watkins, the Dillards--and churches in Georgia, South Carolina and Texas--like Coosa, Marietta First, St. Philips, Gainesville First, Antioch, Woodlawn, Bethel--all these and more responded by sending boxes of love deftly disguised as boxes of books.  The result??  Over 2,000 books for the Kindergarten through 6th grade students at El Instituto Laurens in Monterrey.  See for yourself:

Little ones with their first books!

Even the teacher is enthralled!

 

Reading to the students...something that never happened before....

Mrs. Andrea Grimaldo, who coordinates this whole reading program.

Look!!  Books!!!

Ms. Rosalva, one of Jon's former students, reading to the children.

So, you can see that these books are already winning the hearts and minds of these young people.  Thankfully, you have sent ALL kinds of reading for these children--classics, new readers, Christian literature and Bibles.  We hope that as these young people grow in knowledge and academic skills that they will also find the faith woven into the fabric of the school curriculum.

None of this would not have happened without your giving--THANK YOU ALL for your gifts.  You are impacting more lives than you can imagine.  Also, none of this would have come about without the support and interest of the school administration, especially that of the school English coordinator, Mrs. Andrea Grimaldo.  She and the administration have asked us to pass on their greatest thanksgiving for all you have done to impact the school and the lives of these students.

If you would like to continue to send books, we will be happy to take them down.  Mrs. Grimaldo is talking now about actually having a library for students to come to for reading materials.  And, she hopes to see reading corners incorporated into all the classrooms--middle school and high school.  If you want to send books for any or all of this, just mail them our way!  (E-mail us or respond in the comments for more information.)

Again, thank you all...and may God bless you all as you bless the lives of others! 

The Herrins...
Living on the Edge
October 2011

Missions… or the Mission?

Recently, a good friend and I were chatting about church, missionaries and missional things, and she asked me, “Could you write something about missions for me? It seems that there’s a new “generation” of leadership at our church, and they just don’t get it.” So, I write this in part to fulfill my friend’s wish…and in part to remind myself what it is we’re doing and why we’re doing it.

One of the great effects of our Western mind-set or way of thinking has been the “compartmentalization” of so many aspects of life including the life of faith, the Christian life, the life of the Church. We have effectively made “missions” one of the committees of the church, one of the things that’s included in our budget, or one of the annual emphases of the church calendar. I was about to write, “If one undertakes a careful study of Scripture…,” when I realized that all one really needs to do is to make a rather cursory review of Scripture to see the truth of the matter.

If we were ask regular church goers and Christians (they’re not the same, you know!) to list the most important Scripture passages, I can almost guarantee you that John 3:16 would top the list (and so it should since it captures the essence of God’s Good News—the Gospel—God’s amazing love for us), and another passage that would be on that top-10 list would probably be Matt.28:19, 20.

Matthew 28:19,20 (well, better if we throw in vs. 18 as well!) relates some of those last, most important words of Jesus: And Jesus came and said to them, ‘All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything that I have commanded you. And remember, I am with you always, to the end of the age’ (NRSV).

Now, we need to recognize and recall that Jesus didn’t call the ‘missions sub-committee’ to the side to give them these words. He didn’t announce that this was ‘missions emphasis Sunday’. Rather, Jesus left these as His parting words with all the disciples gathered there. These words seem to set the direction for the newly formed Church. Therefore, we recognize that we don’t do missions as part of the Church; rather, God’s Church is called to join in God’s mission to the world! ‘Missions’ isn’t something we do or participate in from time to time—the Mission of God is our very reason for being.

We are called, as God’s Church, to “Go…and make disciples of all nations….” So, we can’t just focus on living the Good News at home. Luke also records some of Jesus’ final words in Acts 1:8: But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth’ (NRSV). The Scriptures here make it clear that we’re to be involved in God’s mission—here, there and everywhere.

So, missions is why we exist. Missions defines the church. In fact, Scripturally we can say that a church not involved in God’s mission is not being the Church! Does that mean that everyone in the church has to be a missionary?? Not in the traditional sense of packing it all up and running off to some dark corner of the earth, no. But in a very real sense, yes! One pastor I heard recently reminded me that everyone who is on a mission is a missionary. And, if we have bought into the Christian faith, if we have decided to follow Jesus, if we have accepted Christ as our Lord and Savior, then we all have a mission…and that mission is to share and live out the Good News, the Gospel, of Jesus Christ.

Some will remain in Jerusalem and some are going to go from Jerusalem on to Judea, Samaria and the ends of the earth. For the Church to be the Church, we must have those who are the feet that travel wherever God is leading; we must have those who are the hands that provide for those who are going; and, we must have the knees of those who are lifting up the mission of God in prayer. In one instance, I may be feet going…in another, I may be hands extended to support one who is going where I cannot…and in yet another, I may be the one on my knees praying for the one who has stepped out in faith.

‘Missions’ is really a misnomer for the Mission of God. God calls us to go, to share the Gospel, and we go because God calls us to it and because our own lives have been impacted and changed by that Gospel—that grace and love that God has imparted to us. A speaker I heard recently affirmed, “The Gospel of Jesus Christ changes lives, changes lifestyles, changes communities, and changes cultures.” Who wouldn’t want to be a part of something so incredible, so impactful? Let us—the Church—renew our commitment to our gracious God, to Jesus who saves us, and to being a part of God’s Mission to the world through the power of God’s Spirit. Amen.

I Never Met Jesus…

Sounds like an odd confession coming from this disciple, pastor, missionary guy, but stay with me….

The lady is an amazing woman who has affected my life in profound ways. I have watched her and learned from her. She has molded me and shaped me in many ways. I listened to her as she told stories, as she conversed with others, as she spoke in gentle whispers and in those rare occasions when deep anger rose to the surface. I followed her at times through great crowds of people…and sat near her around tables, on beaches and in cars. Her songs lulled me sleep…her voice called me to life in the mornings. However, the curious thing is that I never ‘met’ this woman—Mom was just always there.

Having grown up in the Church and in a Christian home, Jesus was just always there. From the Bible stories that my parents read to me at night…to the prayers around the table at meal-times…to the Bibles that seemed to form a part of my parents’ accoutrements—Jesus was just always there, simply part of the very fabric of life.

You should know, however, that the relationship has been in constant flux…both with Jesus and with my Mom. I have grown to know and love my Mom more deeply through the years. In my earliest years (especially those that I have no recollection of!), Mom was there caring for me, meeting all my needs…and I did take her for granted. But, as I grew older, as I matured and began to see the reality of life, I saw that Mom worked very hard cleaning, washing, cooking, taxiing, lobbying…all on my behalf. Now that I am a parent—Wow!—my estimation of my mother has grown even more. I now know not only the joys of parenthood but also the profound pains of parenting…and that gives me even more insight and appreciation for my Mom.

In the very same way, my knowledge of, my appreciation for, my love for Jesus has grown as I have come to know Him in a deeper and deeper way. While there is no time that I never knew Him, I clearly remember when our relationship took decided leaps—in 1972 when I began to understand what His act on the cross meant for me…and I followed in baptism at Central Baptist Church in Georgetown, Guyana; in 1976 when I began to see the scope of God’s immeasurability while sitting on a hill overlooking Mosquito Bay in Grenada, West Indies; in 1983 when the Fatherhood of God stepped in to fill the void left by the death of my father when we lived in Decatur, Georgia; in 1985 when I determined that I, too, wanted to be a real disciple of His as college student at Shorter College in Rome, Georgia; in 1989 when I experienced the very real presence of the Spirit of Jesus in my life in the midst, believe it or not, of a very dry, boring “evangelistic” service in Louisville, Kentucky; in 1992 when I sensed a call to join Jesus in ministering in the Church after joining Mt. Pleasant UMC while teaching in Cleveland, Georgia; in 2004 when my wife and I both heard the “call” to step out in faith to live and serve in missions after having served with the amazing people of Coosa UMC in Blairsville, Georgia. As with any living relationship, mine with Jesus has grown closer and deeper through the years.

Someone not raised in the Church or in a Christian family may arrive at any or all of these points in one fell swoop…and have that “conversion experience.” I imagine and have heard from many that it is an amazing, completely life-changing, joyfully shocking experience. Those, perhaps, cannot imagine coming to Jesus any other way…in the same way I cannot imagine what it would be like not to have always known Him. The Good News is that Jesus doesn’t really care how or when we come to know Him—it only matters that we know Him, whether we meet Him as a Stranger on the way…or whether we grow up and into a life-long relationship with Him. All I can say is…thank you, Mom and Dad, for making sure that I always knew Him, for making Him a bright thread in the fabric of our lives.

Madea: A New Discovery for a Late Arrival…

One of the “cool” things about living outside the US for so long is that I now return and so much is new to me. In the daily wanderings of life, I happen upon things that have long become “old news” for the culture-at-large…but are delightfully new and exciting for this boy.

Okay, so she’s a little crude…and the humor sometimes a little “off color” (so to speak!)…but the message and impact astound. In fact, I’ve only had two of these experiences so far, but each time I was brought to tears—quite literally—as I watched the stories unfold. Sometimes they were tears of laughter…at other times tears of emotions that welled up from within. I have to say, Madea is…”the bomb!”

Tyler Perry has created an amazing character. Rather, he has created an amazing slate of characters in his Medea movies. Of course, Medea is that delightful “Big Mama”-esque figure (the character brought to life in Martin Lawrence’s hit movies)…but she is deeper and more than Big Mama. She is hard, harsh, in your face…and in that key moment, she says just the thing that her family and friends around her need to hear. She is strong…and she has purpose…and she is no-nonsense. And, she keeps me laughing until I cry.

However, the Madea movies are far more than Madea. They are stories about relationships, cultural situations, ethics, family structures, social ills…and faith. We are confronted with love…and abuse, caring parents and children…and neglect. We see men and women who chose the ethical path…and the scoundrels who cast morals and ethics to the wind. And, we find faith…deep, sincere, painfully honest faith. We don’t find a sugar-coated “Jesus loves me” faith…we find that faith that “lifts me out the pit and sets my feet upon a rock” faith. We don’t find a white-washed Jesus of the Protestant work ethic who resides in a nice home, in a nice neighborhood…we find a Jesus who walks the hard streets of Atlanta, that trods through the power-hungry board-rooms and power-abused court-rooms…and then sits in the kitchen of the poor and outcast.

Far too often, when we see “faith” films they are cheesy…painfully and boringly predictable. In Madea we find real people, in real situations, interacting in the messiness of life…yet, holding on to faith that really and truly guides their actions and forms their personality and being. Oh, it’s still film…so it’s not real-real…but Perry manages to portray people—really bring them to life—in a way that I’ve not seen before in American media.

Now, of course, I’m going to be a bit partial to the films also because they are set in my American home-state of Georgia. After attending high school in Dekalb County…running the streets of greater-Atlanta—going to the Fox…enjoying bagels in Little Five Points…spending afternoons at Piedmont Park…and all the others things in that great city—I love seeing all those places in my memories in the background and infused in the conversations of the Madea films. They’re a joy.

And the real proof of these films?? As the film comes to a close, after seeing the family-ties, the impact of history—recent and not-so-recent, the sense of belonging, the profound interplay of life and faith…after all of that, I find myself wishing I were Black….

Thank you, Tyler Perry, for these amazing films…and may you continue to impact lives beyond your imagination as you share these stories of family, hope, forgiveness and faith.

E-Update August 2011…

 

Life on the Edge...

E-Update—August 2011

Jon & Jeanne Herrin

Jesse, Megan and Andrew

US/Mexico Border - McAllen, Texas

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IT'S BEEN A WHILE!!!

Some of you are hearing from us after a very long time...some for the first time! Well, it goes like this...Jon was cleaning up the 'address book' for our e-mail addresses...and, suddenly, all the addresses were gone. Stuff like that ever happen to you?? We're guessing it was that invisible creature that lives in our machine that did it. Anyway, we've pulled all our old address books from CD-backups, pen-drives and old files...and just put them all together in the address book. That means, some of you are receiving double dippin's...some of you who asked to be removed are back on again (just reply with "remove" in the subject line!)...and some of you are getting this who may have never seen one of our e-updates before in your life!! In any case, here's hoping that all of you receive this note with grace at the very least...and thanksgiving at the most! Feel free to forward it...and others can be added by replying with "add me!" in the subject line.

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LIFE TRANSITIONS...

We are settling into our new lives here in McAllen, Texas, (a metro area of 700,000+, 90% Latino, on the border of Mexico) as well as can be expected. After some initial culture-shock and other forms of befuddlement, we are getting our feet on the ground and our lives in order...and in gear.

Of course, this new chapter of life and ministry comes after three years of service in Venezuela and then three more years in the city of Monterrey, Mexico, where we served and ministered through the John Wesley Methodist Seminary and the Laurens Institute. In both settings, we had the amazing and life-shaping opportunity to be a part of the formation of young men and women. And, we must add that YOU, too, had a great part in this ministry through your gifts and prayers. Thank you so much for partnering with us in this ministry that seeks to shape and transform lives through God's Good News.

On this side of the border, the ministry and service continues! We continue to find our way as God reveals the way. As we will relate below, ministry continues through church planting, Intervarsity Christian Fellowship, on-going ministries in Monterrey and far-reaching ministries in Venezuela, Honduras and beyond!

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JON and JEANNE...

Jon has already found an outlet through education by which he will be able to continue his ministry of teaching--of equipping and encouraging young men and women from all walks of life. Jon has accepted a teaching position at the local community college where he will be working with academically disadvantaged young people, helping them develop the skills, abilities and confidence to enter college-level studies. This is right up Jon's alley as he generously uses his gifts of teaching and encouragement in this setting.

Jeanne is opting to stay at home for this first academic semester back in the US. Jon and the kiddos need someone 'at their back' to keep all the wheels rolling smoothly as they go out in the world each day. However, Jeanne is not one to be tied down! She is already making friends and doing things with those new friends--the older lady who lives next door, a old friend from long ago found and re-united, spouses of other teachers at the college. In the two months we have been here, she has already opened our home to receive four families from Monterrey. Three of those families spent a few days with us and enjoyed her wonderful hospitality. Yes, while she cares for everyone in the home, she continues to reach out and into the lives of others.

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THOSE HERRIN KIDS!!!

Jesse now lives in Austin, Texas, where she studies to become a teacher. She is attending college full-time--in her second year now!--and is working 35 hours a week as well! This girl doesn't slow down. She presses on ahead with all her energy. We are so proud of her in her studies and work. Please pray that she is able to maintain that energy and excellence in her studies...and that she is able to find the right community of faith where she will find friends who will support her through the tough college years.

Megan begins studies at the community college this coming week!! Yes, as a home-schooler in her senior year, she is able to attend the college through the dual-enrollment program. So, Megan is excited to move steadily towards her dream of studying nursing. When she graduates from high-school next year, she will already have close to a year of college under her belt--Go, Meg!

In addition to her studies, Megan has become involved with Intervarsity Christian Fellowship--a ministry that reaches out particularly to college students, providing a place to grow in the faith and teaching students how to live and share their faith. Meg looks forward to continued involvement in this wonderful organization.

Andrew has begun high school!! For the first time since 1st grade, Andrew is back in American school...and loving it! He is taking courses like pre-AP Math, Spanish II for Native Speakers (of course!), English, Technology and other classes. With one week behind him, he is confident that this is going to be a really good semester. And, he was able to play basketball in the summer league through the local Boys Clubs. Energy unbounded! Go, Andrew, go!

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MORE ON MINISTRY AND SERVICE...

Besides Jon's teaching, Jeanne's home and community service, the children's schooling, we find ourselves drawn to a new church plant here in the Rio Grande Valley. We have not yet been with them long enough to know if this is indeed the place for us, but we continue to fellowship with this wonderful, passionate group of folks who are striving the live the faith...and help others do the same. We'll let you know how this story unfolds in the days to come...but do pray for us as we strive to find the right place for us.

We also continue in ministry in Monterrey providing human and material resources for the seminary and the institute. We have already delivered over 2,000 books to the institute for their reading corner project...wow!, and are they happy! We go back in September to meet with the administration to see how we can continue to help these wonderful teachers and children to grow in their love for reading. At the seminary, Jon has been invited to teach a week-long course...and the Bethlehem Church in Dothan, AL, just provided a gift of bilingual New Testaments to be shared with seminary students and student teachers! So, the ministry in Monterrey will continue.

Finally, we have received invitations to go and teach in both Venezuela and Honduras in the coming year!! Now that we have come out of Monterrey, it seems that God is opening doors of opportunity--albeit 'short-term!'--into new places. In effect, God is increasing our borders...even when we thought we were shrinking our scope of ministry! God is good...all the time!

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ON THE HORIZON:

Aug. 29th -- Jon begins teaching classes for the community college for under-prepared students.

Sept. 3-4 -- Jon, Jeanne, Megan and Andrew get to go north to spend two days with Jesse!!!!

Sept.23-25th -- Herrin Family will be in Santiago de Nuevo Leon, Mexico, for a church retreat.

Oct. 7-9 -- Herrin Family will be in San Pedro de la Garza, Mexico, for a drama presentation (tentative)

Nov. 24 -- Honduran missionary families serving in Monterrey gather at the Herrin House for an American Thanksgiving celebration--five families, some 30+ people!! (Pray for us!!! ha,ha!!!)

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PRAYERS AND PRAISES...

--We give thanks and praise for God's provision of our needs.

--We are so grateful for all your prayers and your gifts....

--Pray for all of us as we continue to adjust and get accustomed to life on the border, "life on the edge!"

--Pray for our children as they study...and as they live lives of example before their peers.

--Pray for our family as we strive to minister as a family, as we form life-changing relationships in the community.

...and we pray for all of you in North America and all you are going through in this time of uncertainty in the midst of roller-coaster financial happenings.

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As always, we are so grateful for your love, your prayers, your mission-heart, your faith, your support, your encouragement...your being faithful to the call of God in your lives.  Please stay in touch...and we shall do the same!

With much love and great thanksgiving...

Jon, Jeanne, Jesse, Megan and Andrew

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Walking with a Stick…

As a young boy growing up in Guyana and Grenada, there was something I always had in hand when I left our yard:  a stick.  A stick was just a part of the everyday life there.  As many folks get up, dress—and without even thinking—put a wallet in the pocket or a cell phone in the purse,…well, a stick in the hand was like that for us kids in the Caribbean.

Why did we carry a stick?  As we walked the roads through neighborhoods or the paths through “the bush,” there was always the chance of being attacked by dogs.  A stick was good protection.  And, if we were passing a mango tree, the stick became a lance to knock mangoes out of the tree.  If we happened upon an old tire (car or bicycle), a stick turned that tire into a toy that we would run along beside for hours and hours.  And, of course, it was good for prodding, poking, moving around whatever unknown things we found lying around.  The stick was a security blanket, a tool and a companion.

 

This week, I remembered the stick as I came to the end of my morning walk on Wednesday.  There is a large, light-brown dog that is chained to a tree in the front of one of the houses I pass.  He usually startles me, lunging at me and growling as his chain—thankfully!—comes up short.  I try to pay him no mind as I walk on by.  However, this past Wednesday was different.  As I came around the corner onto our street, I happened to glance over and see the brown beast lying in the yard…of a neighbor.  Hmmm.  I decided that as I was walking quickly and quietly, and as he was playing with a friendly neighbor dog, he would probably pay me no mind.  I strolled rapidly past…made it about 20 yards, and then I heard that raspy, scratchy, clickity-clackity of dog toe-nails on asphalt…and the growing growl of an angry dog.  I turned to see the beast zeroing in on my calves and feet….

He didn’t bite me, but he sure got me worried there.  Thankfully, I retained a presence of mind and didn’t run or act scared.  However, I will gladly admit that my exercise-elevated heart-rate just about doubled!  Still…I made it the last 50 yards to my house with all my flesh and blood intact.  And then I remembered the stick from childhood.  As I stretched after my walk, I realized that I needed my stick again….

I don’t think anyone would have said in my childhood—nor to me in my present situation—that carrying a stick is “sissy.”  In fact, only a fool would walk the streets and paths of my childhood without a stick…and I guess my fellow Texans of the present might—at worst—consider my stick a bit deficient when I see hand-gun warnings on the doors of restaurants.  So, if carrying a stick in the face of real challenge and danger is smart, why not carry a “spiritual stick” as we maneuver the challenges and dangers of daily life?  And what would that "spiritual stick” look like??

As I walked this morning, a verse that I learned long ago (also in my childhood!) came to me: “Thy Word have I hid in my heart that I might not sin against Thee.”  Okay, so I learned it in the KJV…but I still understand that we must somehow internalize the truths, the teachings, the promises of God we find in Scripture.  Some may insist on memorizing word for word…others will be content to have the core, the gist of it, firmly planted in their minds.  I would challenge the Psalmist who wrote those words to expand the purpose a bit more (and I think God will be okay with this)—not only that we might not “sin against” God, but that we might live with confidence, that we might have healthy relationships, that we might live joyfully in the faith we profess, that we might grow in our relationship with God.  Yes, I want that “stick” in my hand (heart!?) as I go out the door each day, as I wade through the streets and paths of life.

So, now I walk in greater confidence each day.  In the mornings before the sun comes over the horizon, I have my walking stick in hand…in case that dog gets off his chain again.  It’s made from a branch of the tree that stood in front of our house in Sta. Catarina in Mexico…3.5 feet long and a very hard wood.

In my heart, I carry my other stick, my “spirit stick,” that goes with me to protect and comfort me—God’s Word, truths and teachings remind me that I do not face anything alone, that I am a precious being with purpose and direction, that there is more to life than getting and taking. 

It’s won’t knock a mango out of a tree, but these words are “sweeter than honey, and drippings of the honeycomb” (Ps.19:10b NRSV).  Yes, my “spirit stick” protects, comforts…even guides and ‘feeds’ me as I navigate the streets and paths of life.

JH