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Sudden Light Upon Our Darkened Hearts

As apart of our vision trip to Guatemala we visited various small villages that the local pastor was trying to do a gospel work. On the last of these trips/tours we parked our vans at what can only be described by this Alabama country boy at the beginning of a trail. The people who lived down this dense forest trail walked in and out at considerable distances. We handed out hygiene kits (including toothbrushes, tooth paste, soap, wash rag, comb, deodorant, etc.), gave a demonstration on how to use them, and used colored beads and bracelets in order to share the gospel.
My job was to haul in camera gear and try to document our journey so that the folks back home can get a glimpse of the work we are trying to begin there. After a walk down a wooded trail following children and elderly women (who had to wait for us) we arrived at the wealthiest home in the area (which included some cinder block). The owner of the home expressed her interest of wanting her home to be used for the work of the Lord. We were flanked by children, animals (pigs, dogs, yipping puppies, chickens, and things that you saw scurrying only out of the corner of your eye), elderly ladies, and breastfeeding women. I guess all the men were away at work, for there were none, not a single one.
There amongst the confusion of white English speaking wealthy Americans and impoverished Spanish speaking Guatemalans exchanging a convoluted conversation of love I saw a young girl out of the lens of my camera. I looked up and realized that I had seen this girl before, I knew this girl. I could not imagine how. We were in a poor community that was only accessible by foot. It was only on the bus on the ride home that I remembered her name. As I lay between the seats, half asleep and exhausted, I remembered, “Haley!†She had been at the medical clinic that we held the previous winter (which was their dry season). It was over thirty minutes by van, I have no idea how long it took them to walk there.

She did not recognize me, but as I clicked the shutter my heart melted. It is possible to grow hardened to poverty. It is possible to see an entire city that needs help, and cry out “how can I help all these people?†You can feel yourself becoming emotionally numb.
But when you see a face, and the face has a name, and you know the “story,†then the emotions begin to change. You begin to not think about an entire country, an entire city, or even an entire village – instead you begin to think, “I will help Haley.†And “It’s not right for Haley to live like this, when I can do something about it.â€
I believe that the reason that Jesus said, “Go therefore and make disciples of all nations . . .†(Matthew 28:19) was that as our Creator He knows how our hearts work. When we connect a face, name, and actual person to our hearts then we will much more motivated to share the gospel with them. When we actually hug a child, make them smile, and share life together (even for a short time) as you are going, your heart becomes bonded together with another. God uses these face-to-face and heart-to heart encounters to change us (and those we seek to minister to.) Sometimes there are even areas of our lives that we don’t realize that we have closed off to God. Also, Jesus uses our “going” to encourage our faith.
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Hidden Doors in the Mind
2 Kings 4:8-37Â
I.         A Giving Heart (vv. 8-17)  Â
8 One day Elisha went to Shunem. And a well-to-do woman was there, who urged him to stay for a meal. So whenever he came by, he stopped there to eat. 9 She said to her husband, “I know that this man who often comes our way is a holy man of God. 10 Let’s make a small room on the roof and put in it a bed and a table, a chair and a lamp for him. Then he can stay there whenever he comes to us.” 11 One day when Elisha came, he went up to his room and lay down there. 12 He said to his servant Gehazi, “Call the Shunammite.” So he called her, and she stood before him. 13 Elisha said to him, “Tell her, ‘You have gone to all this trouble for us. Now what can be done for you? Can we speak on your behalf to the king or the commander of the army?’ ” She replied, “I have a home among my own people.” 14 “What can be done for her?” Elisha asked. Â Gehazi said, “Well, she has no son and her husband is old.” 15 Then Elisha said, “Call her.” So he called her, and she stood in the doorway. 16 “About this time next year,” Elisha said, “you will hold a son in your arms.” “No, my lord,” she objected. “Don’t mislead your servant, O man of God!” 17 But the woman became pregnant, and the next year about that same time she gave birth to a son, just as Elisha had told her.
In this passage we see a well-to-do woman who does not have a need herself but sees a need and desires to fill it. The woman while she is wealthy, doesn’t seem to desire to raise her portfolio, but instead seeks to help people with what she has. She is actively looking for ways to help people out of how she has been blessed. She sees that Elisha needs something to eat, so she offers him food.
The problem was that Elisha, as he traveled performing his ministry as a prophet, had to go through the hassle of finding a place to stay every time he came to this town. It was often enough, that it would cause this woman to desire to construct and addition to her home. After construction is finished, and Elisha has enjoyed the room, he desires to give back to the woman. The woman appreciated the prophet’s ministry and service to God, and he appreciates her gift – out of what has been given to them, they desire to give back. “he [Elisha] went up to his room and lay down thereâ€
James 2:14-17 “What good is it, my brothers, if a man claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save him? 15Suppose a brother or sister is without clothes and daily food. 16If one of you says to him, “Go, I wish you well; keep warm and well fed,” but does nothing about his physical needs, what good is it? 17In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead.â€
Elisha as a prophet could ask for anything, talk to anyone – “can we speak on behalf to the king, the commander of the army?â€Â When she looks at her life, she feels so blessed, “I have a home, among my own people.†But there was one thing, even with all the money, that she could not have. Even with her giving heart to help people, there was a place in her heart where she did not want to allow her emotions and mind to go. I believe that this woman had always wanted a child – even after many years “for her husband was oldâ€
At some point she has resolved and dealt with the emotions that she will never have a child. This doesn’t seem to have affected her faith, she is still giving, she is still desiring to be apart of God’s service. But there is a place in her heart that is closed. The sign on the outside of this door reads “mommy.†In her mind she has walked past it, but it has been years since she has gone in, fluffed the blanket, sat it the rocker, and thought “one day maybe.â€Â That room in her mind was too hurtful to go in anymore. So she locked it. Had the room where Elisha stayed originally been planned as a nursery?
“About this time next year,” Elisha said, “you will hold a son in your arms.” What’s her response? She doesn’t run to tell her husband, she doesn’t thank God. No, her gut response is “No, my lord†I have already dealt with not having a child, I can manage the pain – no my lord. “Don’t mislead your servant, O man of God!” You are supposed to be a holy man, who doesn’t lie – “O man of God.â€Â Don’t go there. I have been your servant, don’t raise my hopes.  Don’t ask me to unlock the door and open it.
Is there an area of your life that in your mind you walk past, but have stopped going into that room. You have even locked it because to enter it just causes too much pain. To hope for it, is just too draining. What’s the sign that’s on the door? “friendship†is there anyone who would genuinely be my friend? “husband/wife†Is there anyone out there left for me? “a different life†will my whole life be like this? Is it really possible for me to change?
II.       A Gut Wrenching Loss (vv. 18-28)
18 The child grew, and one day he went out to his father, who was with the reapers. 19 “My head! My head!” he said to his father. His father told a servant, “Carry him to his mother.” 20 After the servant had lifted him up and carried him to his mother, the boy sat on her lap until noon, and then he died. 21 She went up and laid him on the bed of the man of God, then shut the door and went out. 22 She called her husband and said, “Please send me one of the servants and a donkey so I can go to the man of God quickly and return.”  23 “Why go to him today?” he asked. “It’s not the New Moon or the Sabbath.” “It’s all right,” she said. 24 She saddled the donkey and said to her servant, “Lead on; don’t slow down for me unless I tell you.” 25 So she set out and came to the man of God at Mount Carmel. When he saw her in the distance, the man of God said to his servant Gehazi, “Look! There’s the Shunammite! 26 Run to meet her and ask her, ‘Are you all right? Is your husband all right? Is your child all right?’ ” “Everything is all right,” she said. 27 When she reached the man of God at the mountain, she took hold of his feet. Gehazi came over to push her away, but the man of God said, “Leave her alone! She is in bitter distress, but the LORD has hidden it from me and has not told me why.” 28 “Did I ask you for a son, my lord?” she said. “Didn’t I tell you, ‘Don’t raise my hopes’?”
It was harvest time, the crops were ready for reapers to come along and gather it together. This was the time of the year when the father was focused on making sure that the crops were well managed – this is what made them well-to-do. The reapers would have piled the crop into piles, and then carried them to the threshing floor, where animals would walk across them, crushing the grain and then the debris would have been throw up into the air, and the heavy grain would fall to the earth and the wind would blow away the extra.
So in this fever pitch of activity the father’s son comes to him and tells him, his head hurts. But it seems to be more than just a headache, he can’t even stand up. The boy is yelling, “My head! My head!†So he turns to a servant, “Carry him to his mother.†In other words, “I don’t have time to deal with this right now. This father will quickly regret this callousness, but . .
Today’s story is a story of second chances. The woman gets a second chance at motherhood, and in a few moments, this father is going to get a second chance. There is a realigning of priorities that he needs to make. See if you tell where.
“After the servant had lifted him up and carried him to his mother, the boy sat on her lap until noon, and then he died.† Mommy has opened that part of her heart, and now the child has died – she felt him draw his last breath. And held his head as it fell forward. How long did she hold him, before she took any action?
What do we do when God asks us to open that part of lives and trust him, then it seems only that he takes it back again? How do we move through that?
This scenario is a familiar one if we have read through the Bible. A childless couple endure the shame and pain of not having a son, but through a work of God they are able to conceive. Abraham and Sarah, Elkanah and Hannah, Manoah and his wife, Zechariah and Elizabeth – as in nearly all these cases, although the boy was cherished, his life was endangered.
God snuffed out the boy’s life and she goes to find the prophet, why at this stage of his life, why at this moment during the day? God seems to have done this because of where she finds him. Elisha is at Mt. Carmel. The God who sent fire from heaven and burned up the alter there was a powerful God, and was the only God. Power and sovereignty are His, and His alone.
At Mt. Carmel God had moved. Remember 1 Kings 19:38-39 “Then the fire of the LORD fell and burned up the sacrifice, the wood, the stones and the soil, and also licked up the water in the trench. 39 When all the people saw this, they fell prostrate and cried, “The LORD -he is God! The LORD -he is God!â€
The nation was still heavily into idol worship, Elijah’s show down at Mt. Carmel really had not changed the nations’ heart, they still were involved in the worship of other gods. The fire that came from heaven has become a distant and faded memory. I believe that Elisha was there looking over the ruins of the famous showdown.
Was Elisha kicking the burnt embers around, thinking that there was something the Lord was keeping from him? He knew that Elijah had done this, but there had been no Mt. Carmel in his ministry. At this time the woman comes to him, and tells him what happened and he says “the LORD has hidden it from me and has not told me why.â€
“When she reached the man of God at the mountain, she took hold of his feet†Even though the woman’s years with this boy had been few, there would be nothing that would keep her from getting to the prophet, who she knew had the power to raise the dead just like Elijah. She took hold of his feet at hugged as tight as she could for “She is in bitter distress.â€
She said to her husband, “It’s all right,†and she had said to Elisha’s servant, “Everything is all right,” but everything was not alright. Faith is not the ability to ignore the dead son laying the bed back home. Everything was not all right. She went to the one who made her the promise of a son, “Did I ask you for a son, my lord?” she said. “Didn’t I tell you, ‘Don’t raise my hopes’?”  Why have you given me this gift that has opened that door in my heart, only to rip it out again?
There is a struggle within the woman. She knows she is supposed to show faith “it’s all right,†while at the same time “she is in bitter distress.”  How do you balance faith in God with the fear of the loss and pain of losing a loved one?
III.      A God-given Restoration (vv. 29-37)  Â
29 Elisha said to Gehazi, “Tuck your cloak into your belt, take my staff in your hand and run. If you meet anyone, do not greet him, and if anyone greets you, do not answer. Lay my staff on the boy’s face.” 30 But the child’s mother said, “As surely as the LORD lives and as you live, I will not leave you.” So he got up and followed her. 31 Gehazi went on ahead and laid the staff on the boy’s face, but there was no sound or response. So Gehazi went back to meet Elisha and told him, “The boy has not awakened.” 32 When Elisha reached the house, there was the boy lying dead on his couch. 33 He went in, shut the door on the two of them and prayed to the LORD. 34 Then he got on the bed and lay upon the boy, mouth to mouth, eyes to eyes, hands to hands. As he stretched himself out upon him, the boy’s body grew warm. 35 Elisha turned away and walked back and forth in the room and then got on the bed and stretched out upon him once more. The boy sneezed seven times and opened his eyes. 36 Elisha summoned Gehazi and said, “Call the Shunammite.” And he did. When she came, he said, “Take your son.” 37 She came in, fell at his feet and bowed to the ground. Then she took her son and went out.â€
For this miracle to happen, Elisha (by himself) would have to make physical contact. His staff from afar would not do it.  His staff in the hands of another would not do it. God wanted to personally show Elisha something. God would be with him, just has he had been with Elijah, and just has he had been with all the other men of God described in Scripture – He would be with him, “with a double portion.â€
Elisha even followed Elijah’s example of laying “upon the boy, mouth to mouth, eyes to eyes, hands to hands†When we don’t know what to do, or how to handle life’s blows we can look to the saints of old found within the pages of this book for answers.
Elijah goes to the boy, he seeks privacy, he prays, he knows that close proximity to the situation is necessary. He perseveres in what he is doing, he prays, and then prays again. Then he pronounces “take your son.â€Â Elisha moves from kicking burnt embers on Mt. Carmel and doubting to seeing God work through him to raise the dead. The woman moves from bitter distress to “receiving her son.â€
God uses the woman’s gift of food and shelter to His prophet. First she gives her a son. Second, was that this woman’s son would be raised back to life (or born again). Third, She was warned of a coming drought (2 Kings 8:1ff.) So Drew, if I am faithful, when I lose someone or open myself up for pain – God will bring my loved one back from the dead? Is that what you are saying? No, that’s not the point of the passage.
When the fire fell on Mt. Carmel it burned up the whole thing – when we throw ourselves upon God, he will heal us completely. He will be with us completely. You have to give him that room, no matter how painful, even if you feel like you have dealt with it. It’s still not in God’s hands. We must give Him our whole selves in order to experience healing.
When the boy sneezes, he sneezes seven times. Seven in the Bible is a number meaning or indication completion or perfection. The boy was healed, perfectly and completely. When the healing of the boy comes it is only at a personal touch.  Jesus came as the means of salvation, God became flesh and came to touch us, hug us, heal us. He did not do it from afar – he came amongst us.

When we open the closed doors of our minds, God will give you complete healing, it will be a perfect healing a complete healing, and we will feel His touch. When the woman left the room what do you think she did? When you are healed what do you do? Do you seek out someone to bless or do you cower in fear that God may take what He has given you? How you answer that question defines your faith in Christ. If you jump to Him, he will catch you. He will heal you, and he will give you a life of abundance and joy.
As you seek to minister to others, He will change your heart. For me, it was through the lens of a camera, but I had to look up and engage.
Commercial Flights
A group of scientists developed an application to show all commercial flights in a given 24 hour period. The article discussing it said that there “was little application for the research, but it was cool to look at.” But if you think of all of those flights, and the fact that there are many missionaries leaving the United States on those flights, look where they are going, and where they are not going.
Country Roads Lead to Change
There was a tradition in the Boswell home on Sundays. After church, at 1pm, we would gather at my grandparent’s home for lunch. And it was around this family meal and table that I first noticed it. It just happened in a conversation about the mundane events of everyone’s week. My grandfather, Fletcher Boswell loved to tell stories and he especially loved to tell stories where he would laugh at the end. He had a distinctive laugh that I have grown to miss greatly, and would grin a wide smile to reveal his seventy-year-old yellowed teeth. His hands were one a farmer, calloused, busted, and rough from hard work.
This skin on the backs of his hands would literally bust open and he would have to bandage them. I never remember a time from the time that I first noticed until his death that he did not have at least one fingernail that was blackened or falling off from a misplaced hammer’s blow.
My grandfather told those listening as they ate their sliced beef, handmade sourdough rolls, and garden raised vegetables, that he had seen a “black boy†walking on the road (which happened to be named Boswell Road) and had stopped to give him a ride. He told the story almost as though he had been bored and wanted some entertainment.
It was only later that I discerned that there was a flaw in his heart that he knew needed to change and this stop for him would turn into a regular practice for this young man. Perhaps knowing his years were drawing near, and perhaps he desired to bring light to those places in his heart were many older southern men avoid – but whatever his reason, this stop would change his life forever.
He mentioned the boy’s name as being James Kiles. I happened to know this boy because I was in school with him and he rode my bus. By the time of this Sunday afternoon conversation I had already spent several years riding down dusty country roads and seeing James at school.
When James was very young, dogs in his yard had gotten into a fight and the very young boy had tried to separate them. One of the dogs turned and bit of the boy’s ear off, leaving him scarred for life. Being an extremely poor black family in the Heart of Dixie, there was little hope or probably even thought of reconstructive surgery. You could tell that there were other things, other simply mundane things (air conditioning, deodorant, clothing, etc. ), that would have to come first.
By the time I met him in third grade, he had been in third grade for several years already. He towered above the rest of the boys in the class, and was extremely strong and fast (compared to the rest of us). He also had a fascination with Michael Jackson, so he would regularly wear a plastic version of the famous zippered jacket, one glove, and moon walked often. He would sing at the top of his lungs “Billy Jean was not my lover . . .†and “I bad, I’m bad, you know it . . .†as we all endured the torturous southern heat and dusty rides to and from school. He was a person that I wanted to be my friend, not because I had some genuine concern for him, but because I needed his muscle to keep from being beaten up myself. Life can be tough in the magnolia jungle.
James had a sister who was about the same age, perhaps a year or two younger. They both were extremely slender and towered over all the other children in their grade. They both were not very intelligent, or perhaps that’s how children from who knows how many generations back of people who have not been able to obtain a substantial grasp on an education just are.  That’s true for all shades of humanity.  Their home was nothing more than a wooden box about the size of a train car, with a asphalt shingled roof, which was in great need of being replaced decades before, and cardboard curtains. There was no trace of grass anywhere in their yard, so as the bus approached to drop them off they departed into a wall of dust and heat. They disappeared into poverty.
I pushed my beans around on my plate and remained quiet. Dying to ask questions and to tell him I knew this boy, but instead I just listened to his story. He told of how he had driven past him in the 1967 blue and white Ford pickup truck, stopped and then went back to pick him up. Grandfather told of how James had ratty torn clothes, smelled of BO, but was reminded of his own youth of being in poverty and growing up with next to nothing. This was a connection they shared; even if James never realized it.  I know granddaddy would have asked, “where do you live,†and James would have replied. Having lived on Boswell Road most of  his life, Fletcher Boswell would have known the road, the house, and perhaps even known of the family.
As he described the ride I could envision the pickup truck with its’ handmade white wooden dog boxes on the back. Various rusted chains and farm tools rattling and rolling around in the back of the truck and under ones feet in the cab. Perhaps it was this abandoned hobby that had spurned my grandfather to tell him to get in the front as opposed to the back. Who knows why he stopped – but as he told the story his face light up, as though he was a man who had a weight lifted from his chest, or had discovered some secret he never knew before.
It was at this point that the storytelling went to Granddaddy’s youth, and one of those “up the hill both ways to school barefooted†stories, and as I was trying to decide between caramel or red velvet cake for desert, I began to remember the pickup truck. It was a place where sweaty and tired men would circle around its’ bed, inwardly leaning, and talking of the workday and world events. If you were lucky you would be along the tailgate for these discussions, and you could prop your foot on the bumper.
As a boy I would drift in and out of the circle but would soon grow bored of farm talk and politics and would be off to adventures. But on several occasions as I drifted into the conversation, I remembered jokes – jokes that were told in hushed volumes.  Jokes that involved black people, but not in a respectful way. Jokes that tarnished these southern gentlemen.
So at this point I need to say, that I loved my grandfather greatly, and wish to honor him as a great man. But all men are flawed. It was this flaw of being a white man in the south, who grew up poor and went through a segregated school system, then was off to fight a war of global proportion. I believe that as an older man he realized there was a part of his heart that needed some work – but not the kind of problem that comes from old age. He stopped to pick up a black boy, to give him a ride. But it was the conversations along the way that changed his heart – or perhaps he simply wanted to change and this was the means for it to happen. But he stopped and picked up James many more times over the years, and there were many conversations in the cab of the truck. He eventually stopped telling us of his conversations because they happened so frequently, or perhaps because they did not end with a laugh.
As a teen I stood around the back of many a pickup (and other places as well) and listened to many more conversations but there were never any other off color or prejudiced jokes from him. The heart of a great man was stronger in his old age, than it was in his youth. The strength in his hand and back may have faded, but the strength of his character did not.
This is one of those lessons I learned from him as a boy and young man. We all are flawed and have areas of our lives that need to be worked on. And if we are willing to stop, open the door of our hearts, and let opportunity and change in, we can be a better person. I first noticed it around the Boswell family table, a man’s heart was changed, and it sounded like the closing of a rusty truck door.
How to Deal With Disappointing Other People
There were two occasions this past week where I disappointed two groups of people. One was completely out of my control, and the other was because of a decision that Kimberly and I made that was best for our family. In leadership, ministry, and life in general there will be times when you make a decision that will disappoint others. They may not have personally benefitted from what you chose not to do, they may feel the other option is a more favorable choice, or they simply just don’t agree with you and the decision that you made. As much as you may try to avoid disappointing others it seems to be unavoidable.
So here are some things to keep in mind as you go through the fallout of your decision making process.
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1) Keep the lines of communication open. Nothing causes anger and mistrust more than when a person stops or avoids talking with other people. “Checking out” when things are getting sticky is not the way to go, and the issue is still going to be there whenever you decide to “check back in.” As best as you are able, keep the conversation going (as long as it is not one of anger or arguing). As uncomfortable as the situation may be, you have to stay engaged and see it all the way through.
2) Give people information . Try your best to explain the process of how you reached the decision and why. They may not agree with or like the decision that you have made but at least they know why you did what you did. People naturally tend to read things into the empty places where they lack information. Give them the pieces of the puzzle to enable them to see how you put the pieces of the decision together.
3) Try to repair the Relationship. If you know that your decision has angered other people, disappointed them, or in some way damaged your relationship with them, make the effort to restore it. Pray and seek wisdom from the Holy Spirit as to the timing and how you should do this. We are not talking about changing the decision or in some way weakening it, only that you want the relationship and friendships to be restored.
Matthew 5:23-24 “So if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother has something against you, 24 leave your gift there before the altar and go. First be reconciled to your brother, and then come and offer your gift.”
4) Learn From Your Mistakes. Every decision is made as you undergo a process. Like chess pieces on a board, one move leads to another, where eventually your options are narrowed and you must make a final decision. But at each move along the way, there are areas of learning. If you undergo a similar situation in the future, what could you learn from this experience? Where could you along the way have made the decision making process easier? less confrontational?
Albert Einstein once said, “Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results”
5)  Clearly Understand Your Priorities. In every person’s mind there should be a clear line of how you prioritize your life. Then when decisions need to be made, you can run your decisions through this matrix. My priorities are as followed:
a. God, b. Wife, c. Children/Family d. Ministry, e. Church/Family f. Friends & other relationships.
So if a decision needs to be made that would affect my friends in a positive way, but my family in a negative way then I would choose against it. For example, because of my ministry I have limited time left in a given week. So, I would not have a “guys night out” right now in my life because I feel I need to be at home with my family (which comes higher in my priority list). If you keep this order clear in your life, then you will end up disappointing people, but it won’t be those who matter most to you (and who you have a personal responsibility to God for their care).
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