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From Romantic to Realist: The Early Days of Gretch

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Posted by on January 31, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

A “Short” Rabit Trail

As I finish up my short ebook (to be released on the 31st. Don’t forget to download it!) I am reminded of a very pivotal lesson I learned during my time in Singapore, back in 2006. Since this story  fits into the timeline but not quite into the story of From Romantic to Realist: The Early Days of Gretch, I figured I would share it here. Hopefully it is as far-reaching for you as it has been for me.

Doing a tour in Singapore is hard for a wide-eyed missionary such as my 2006-self.  It was my second overseas experience and I was rearing to share the gospel with anyone who would listen. The first tour I had done was in Australia, which was awesome, but there wasn’t much opportunity to share the good news with people who hadn’t heard it. I had decided that Singapore was going to be my big break into Christian valor. I had this image in my head of what a “real missionary” does. My limited experience with Christian Culture had taught me that missionaries go to other countries, meet hundreds of people who have never heard of Jesus, share the gospel with them all, then lead the lost to salvation in droves. With their vast array of knowledge of course.
Singapore, in my mind, would be a wealth of opportunity. I would have four whole weeks of  meeting Buddhists, Ancestor worshipers, Free-thinkers, and sharing from stage about Jesus and what He had done in my life, convincing them all that they too should put their hope in the only One who saves. Boy was that naive…and arrogant.

Our weekdays were spent doing up to four concerts a day in high schools, colleges and universities around the country. We couldn’t talk about Jesus here though. We could only talk about our own life and allude to our “faith in something bigger”. These weekday performances were an effort to motivate our audiences to come to our weekend programs at a building in the heart of Singapore. It was there that we could officially share the gospel and talk to people about how much the God of the Bible loved them and wanted to be in relationship with them.

Toward the end of our four weeks, I had seen little action in the way of new people finding out about Jesus. I was fervently praying that the Lord would give me the opportunity to share with someone one-on-one and experience that moment with them when their life changes forever. And that’s when I met Willie.

Willie was about 10 years old and came from a family of Buddhists who were adamantly opposed to him hearing about Christianity. He had begged his parents to let him go to our concert after he saw us at his school, but they had refused their permission. Still, he risked retribution and came to our final weekend performance. While the rest of the team was busy setting up the stage and equipment, I had been bestowed the task of hanging out with Willie and finding small things for us to do together that would help prepare for that evening’s concert. I was elated to say the least. There was no question in my mind that the good Lord had placed Willie in my path because of my diligence in prayer, and that this was going to be my first “convert” to tell everyone about when I returned home. Thinking back on it now, I could not be more ashamed of my attitude. I was a whole six years younger than today. Let’s blame it on that so I can move on shall we.

The night was going so well with Willie. He is such a great kid. I couldn’t believe how many questions he had, and I couldn’t believe all the responses that were coming to me. You know how God told Moses he didn’t have to worry about what to say when he went to Pharaoh because God himself would give him words? Yeah, it was pretty clear that’s what was happening in my conversation with Willie. It was AWESOME!

After hours of talking throughout the day, it was time to start our concert and Willie was seated with the rest of the audience and I joined my team to begin our program. I could hardly focus because I knew what was coming during intermission. Intermission was when each team member had a small group of audience members to share a meal with, learn some Mandarin from, and eventually get into some serious conversation about whether they wanted to hear more about a relationship with the God we had been speaking of all night long.

I was ecstatic. I could see that Willie was sitting at the same table that had my trading card on it (yes, we had trading cards, and it was awesome) which meant, he was going to be in my group and we could finish our conversation from the rest of the day, and I could finally help him to the point of starting a new life with Christ, and this whole trip would be worth it!

What happened instead was a crucial moment in my own faith.

The moment it was announced that we, the band, would be joining the audience for the intermission, was the same moment the program volunteers realized that my table had too many people, so they randomly went up to Willie and asked him if he would mind going to my teammate Michelle’s table instead. That’s when everything started to unravel. I was so frustrated. Here I had prayed into this opportunity for weeks, poured my entire day into Willie…I was entitled to this! And now Michelle was probably going to enjoy the thrill of being part of someone’s life-changing moment.

Little did I know, while the Lord was preparing Willie’s heart to invite the King of the Universe to govern over the rest of his life, He was also setting my heart up for a moment of much needed correction.

Hours later, when intermission had finished, our program ended, and Michelle was gushing to our team about how Willie had been so excited to know Jesus and start a new life with him, my heart sunk to the pit of my stomach. But it wasn’t in jealousy or anger or bitterness, it was sudden awareness leading to humbleness.

It was the Holy Spirit inside me, with a merciful but firm voice saying, “Gretchen, contrary to popular belief, you don’t determine what part you have in someone else’s journey, or how I choose to use you in their life. Don’t be jealous because I’m good. Don’t be angry because I chose to use you to start conversation and I chose someone else to end it. Be humbled by the fact that I chose to use you at all”. It was this glorious moment where I became acutely aware that God’s story is so much bigger than my own. And my place in it is not to make a name for myself, but to point to the One who is infinitely good. What an honor it becomes to be used by Him in the smallest of ways. He doesn’t need me. He doesn’t need any of us to change hearts, or transform lives, or show how glorious He really is. He could do that through a million different mechanisms. But He lets us be part of His grand story, in order that we would see Him more, and be changed by Him more, and fall in love with Him more every day.

Glory to God that He would use my own immodesty to draw me closer to himself. He is so magnificent.

 
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Posted by on January 23, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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My First eBook.
Make sure to check my blog and facebook page at the end of this month for a free copy of my very first eBook, From Romantic to Realist: The Early Days of Gretch.

 
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Posted by on January 10, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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The Best of 2011: Most popular post of last year

By “Most Popular,” I mean that this is the post that had the most traffic last year. If you missed it on it’s original post-date, now you can enjoy it for the first time. If you read it in May, I hope it’s equally as entertaining and encouraging this time around.

The Glory of it All

This morning I was reading my journal from last year, and I was so encouraged by what I learned. A week before I arrived back at CTI for Fulltime training, this is what I was praying…
What can I do Lord? How can i be a light? Because I don’t want to just encourage the church. I love encouraging people, and I thank you for using me in that way, but would you trust me with bringing hope too? I want more. Teach me to do this better this year Lord. I want to share hope with a broken people; people pretending to be alive but actually dead…Oh God, help me to understand how they feel, and help me to know how to respond to them and how to be bold in sharing with them the best thing there is: Christ! … O Lord, empty me. Fill me with your Spirit. You are all I want. All I am is yours.

It’s amazing reading that now because I can see so many ways the Lord has fulfilled those desires (and so many MORE) in me this past year. My prayer for myself, and every team member I’ve ever served with, is always, “Lord, don’t let me leave this place unchanged”. I’m so glad that He hears those prayers and that He delights to say yes to them. My desire for Him so much greater now than the very first day at CTI  7 years ago…even than it was at the beginning of this tour! My desire to know Him more is unquenchable. The things I want for my life no longer revolve around myself, but around His glory. The Lord has given me a heart for the lost and the broken; a burning passion to tell them how wonderful Christ is and how much He loves them.

Aside from all of that, all those wonderful things, the Lord has given me this amazing gift of incredible relationships. I’ve been trying so hard the past week or so, not to think about all that I’m going to miss out on when I’m not with this team anymore and I don’t get to see all the things the Lord is doing in their lives; how He is molding them into His own image. He has given me such and honor and joy to know each and every one of them, as well as ALL the people on my past teams.

I never would have envisioned this life for myself. And I am so glad I didn’t go my own way, because THIS is so much better.

“Whoever finds their life will lose it, and whoever loses their life for my sake will find it”. Matthew 10:39

 
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Posted by on January 3, 2012 in Uncategorized