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Readings for December
*Because many of the writers serve in secure countries, their full names are not listed. December 1 We're to be
content to work together with one
another. Some work with children, some with literature. Others hold
crusades.
We all have our place as a part of God's process. One night I
was driving back from speaking in
a church in the "Thank you
for stopping, our jack
doesn't work," said the man. "No one would stop to help." While I used
my jack he asked where I was
coming from. "I just
finished speaking at a church,"
I replied. "Oh, you're
a man of God." "What do you
mean?" "You're a
man of God. I should have
known it." He told me
the young woman he was with had
been telling him about Jesus all
evening. He'd been mocking her. Just before I arrived she had prayed
that God
would send someone to help them. "Who should
come along but a man of
God," he concluded. While we
finished tightening the lugs on the
spare tire, I told him that everything she was telling him was true and
that he
should listen to her. I drove away wishing I could listen in on their
conversation. What a
thrill to know that we are fellow
laborers. God sends others along to help with the process of leading
others to
Christ. December 2 We need to
share our family heritage with our
children. Misha and Matthew love to hear things from when Mom and Dad
were
kids. We have a unique little book of drawings of escapades from
Floyd's
childhood that we love to share with guests in our home. Our children
also like
to hear stories from our early days in Youth With A Mission. Stories of
how God
"healed" a leaky air mattress, saved a criminal and multiplied our
mosquito repellent never grow old! From Where Will I Find the
Time? by Sally McClung. Copyright 1989 by
Sally McClung. Published by Harvest House Publishers, December 3 Ahmad planned to tear up the
second tract, but decided to give it a quick reading. His curiosity
deepened
and he decided to visit the young people who gave it to him. During
several visits Ahmad was impressed by
the love he saw. One night he had a strange experience. Jesus Christ
stood in
his room saying, "I am the Way, the Truth and the Life." Ahmad's whole body shook.
Though it was early morning, he went immediately to the Christians'
house where
he readily gave his life to Christ. When his
family was unable to dissuade him
from following Jesus they declared him dead. For the next seven years
he had no
contact with his family. Ahmad continued to pray for them and trusted
that
someday God would bring reconciliation. During those
years Ahmad studied with Youth
With A Mission and joined their mission. He planted a church for
Muslims. God
gave him a wife and son. Ahmad knew God was blessing him, but he longed
for his
family to know Christ. After seven
years his family came to visit
him. They were reconciled. Later Ahmad and his wife returned to his
place of
birth. His family gave him a welcoming party attended by over five
hundred
people. As a result he has enjoyed many opportunities to witness for
Christ. Ahmad's
father recently told him, "You
have chosen the right path." December 4 "Mom," he
called one night,
"remind me to tithe on my car wash money." He had heard what the
pastor said last week. This was a
test for me. I wanted to shout,
"Hallelujah!" I suppressed the urge. I lifted my head to the heavens
and cheered--silently. Our church
members were asked to choose the
name of a needy child and buy him a gift for Christmas. Fred chose
another
12-year-old. The next
night Fred asked out of the blue,
"How much is ten percent of $500?" "Fifty
dollars," I casually replied.
"Why?" "I never did
tithe on my savings
account. I was thinking of buying that boy a gift out of it." I almost
bogeyed around the room. Instead, I
hurriedly donned my poker-face and said, "Well, that’s a nice idea. I'm
sure he'd appreciate it." Over the
next few days, Fred argued against
his plan. I reminded him of the Lord's promises to bless our obedience
and our
tithes. Since it wasn't my idea, I didn't have to defend it. The
decision was
clearly his. The next day
Fred learned his bank balance was
$374, not $500. He rounded the tithe to an even $40. He bought the boy
a $40
gift certificate at a sporting goods store and signed the card, "from
one
12-year-old to another." I added a
t-shirt so the boy would have a
package to open. With the package under the tree, we left the rest to
God. A week later
our church's missions committee
chairman delivered Christmas packages for Fred and me. We opened them
on
Christmas Eve. Mine contained a gift certificate to my favorite store.
Both our
mouths fell open when he opened his gift. A $40 gift certificate--to a
sporting
goods store. Poker-face?
Impossible. December 5 At my home
church during a visit, I talked to
my good friend Norma. We were both divorced. My son had once stayed
with her
family for a few months. We spent many evenings with the Bible between
us,
introducing her boyfriend to Jesus. Now, she informed me that Jim was
moving in
with her the next Sunday. "Wait a
minute." I said half-jokingly.
"You're doing this backwards. First you get married, then he moves
in." "He has to
be out of his rental,"
she explained, "and we planned to get married in a few months anyway.
There's just no time for a wedding." "I'm not
doing anything Saturday,"
I said flippantly. "Saturday!
There's no way I could put
together a wedding by Saturday." "I'll keep
it open just in case," I
hollered over my shoulder as my son dragged me to the car. On Tuesday
she called to ask me to be her
maid of honor. Saturday. Wear
whatever! But we need to plan this.
Wedding pictures should be something to be proud of. I still hadn't
shaken my
eight years in the fashion business. I always match. Incredibly,
Saturday morning Norma was at the
mall, shopping for a dress. I prayed again as I slipped on the pink
sequined
dress I'd managed to locate among my packed away boxes. Norma
arrived breathlessly about Shirley, an American,
is a free-lance writer living in December 6 Then, one
day, I met a beautiful young black
man about 18-years-old. He was sweet and kind. He told me he had been a
street
kid for 14 years. This amazed me because I'd heard that one third of
them die
before they reach the age of 18! He told me he had become a Christian
through
the love of some missionaries. For the first time in 14 years he had
turned
from stealing, fighting and taking drugs. Now he was studying so he
could get
work. He spent his free time on the streets helping his old friends to
know
Jesus as well. As I looked
into his gentle and peaceful
eyes, I thought, That's why I'm here. I knew I would stay in December 7 Part of
their culture requires that the king
and queen sit behind a wall where they could see us, but we couldn't
see them.
A talking chief sat with us and did their speaking for them. The talking
chief said, "The king is
crying." He explained that the
chief was impressed that we had given up our Christmas vacation to
share Christ
with him and his people. After our
visit to The king
invited Youth With A Mission to send
experts from the University of the Nations to help develop his nation. December 8 When all had
assembled at this unusual hour
of According to
the instructions anyone owing
money to the base should stand with the other "debtors."
How humiliating, I thought. Dozens of
people hesitantly stood to their
feet. Each looked as embarrassed as my husband standing beside me. I
was
surprised to see highly respected staff people among those standing. After prayer together I
watched in amazement as scores of individuals moved from their places
and
handed others either money, checks or paper with a written promise of
money.
Some simply tucked the papers into the pockets of those standing. I watched
and listened with a sense of awe.
There were tears of relief and many warm embraces, even squeals of joy.
One-by-one
those standing sat down as God
sent someone to meet their needs. Some of those standing went to others
to give
money, even before their owns bills were covered. After about 20
minutes there
was no one left standing. Watching this demonstration
of God's people loving one another was one of the most tender mornings
of my
life. We later
learned that tens of thousands of
dollars exchanged hands that day. Enough for fees to be paid. Gas was
ordered
and other bills were paid. Beverly, an American,
is a Bible teacher and author who leads YWAM Writer's Seminars and
lives in December 9 And then
come children. Tiny, poopy, little
creatures that demand constant attention. Ah, but what love fills our
hearts at
first sight of Junior. Our selfish focus on personal rights is swept
away the
moment those big baby eyes look into ours. When a baby
is born into a family, the
parents virtually become its slaves. We clean them, feed them, warm
them,
protect them and sometimes we do it all night long. During the
years of their early childhood,
our major concern is for the physical safety of our children. That is
often the
focus of our prayer life, but then they reach their teens. The day my
oldest
son entered junior high school, I knew that my prayer life would have
to
change. Now I can truly identify with Paul's statement in Galations
4:19. God,
our Father, uses the experience of parenting to help us to identify
with Him. From Taking Our Cities for God
by John Dawson. Copyright 1989 by John
Dawson. Published by Creation House. Used by permission. [from pages
206-207] December
10 Christmastime,
to think of our families and
desire to be with them. On top of
such thoughts, we think of the
people who roam the streets hungry, lonely, tired, afraid, sad, angry
and hurt.
They don't know about the Christ of Christmas. A Brazilian
couple from our team found him
sick, hungry and dirty, living under a viaduct. Burns covered one foot.
When
Eduardo and Sandra examined it, they found signs of gangrene. With
loving care,
they washed it and prayed over it, in Jesus' name. For two weeks they
came
everyday, and it miraculously healed! Not only was
Jeannette, and her
husband, both from the December
11 Our 40-day
fast was almost over. One morning,
as we were praying as a group at our temporary house in Scampering
to the beach, we began picking up
the fish and putting them into large wheelbarrows. As I picked the fish
up, my
eye caught a short, dark, middle-aged Greek man intently watching from
the top
of the bank. He looked terrified; his small body shaking, his eyes
darting from
side to side as he viewed the scene before him. Later that
day, I found out that the owner of
our hotel, who had lived there for 25 years, had never seen such an
occurrence
before. Not only that, but the fish had jumped out only along the beach
in front
of our place, no where else. God had
provided an overabundance of food for
us. 8,301 fish were counted, and expectantly we looked to Him for the
necessary
finances to finish the repairs on the m/v Anastasis. December
12 When we
arrived on the We decided
to put God to the test. We
wouldn't ask for anything; we wouldn't look for our needs. We would
seek only
His work, His righteousness. Will He take
care of us? we wondered. In small
groups, we went in different
directions to witness. When we gathered at the end of day at a
prearranged
place, we were a strange-looking group. One guy carried a big
watermelon, another
held loaves of bread. Someone told us that a lady who lived down the
road had a
big empty house. "She says we can stay there," he said. All of our
needs were met because we shared
Jesus first. December
13 In the wilderness shall
waters break out, and streams
in the desert. Isaiah
35:6. Back at the
immigration office in town we
received verbal approval to leave, but at the airport it was
unacceptable.
After retrieving our luggage, we asked the airport manager to refund
our
airfare. We needed the money for a place to spend the night. He
suggested we
ask for it at the travel agency in the morning. Meanwhile,
immigration retained our
passports. To be without a passport in a foreign country is like being
invisible; you cannot even rent a hotel room. He would only give us a
torn
envelope with handwritten passport numbers, and stamped with his
official seal.
A hotel clerk accepted it, reluctantly. The next
morning was Saturday. Chuck and I
asked at local churches where we might stay. We found hospitality from
the
bishop at the third church. With no safe drinking water, Chuck was
dehydrated
by Sunday, so we couldn't attend church. The speaker, however, was an
American
who invited us to his hotel room for "distilled water on ice." On Monday,
immigration gave us permission to
leave, but now we had insufficient funds to fly. We took our only other
option,
a bus to the border which cost less than flying. There we stayed
overnight,
walked across the next morning, and took another bus to our
destination. God
provided food from a new friend along the way. For some
unknown reason, immigration refused
us reentry for three more months. At our new location we were unable to
work
for wages or to receive money from back home. Yet God supplied our
needs
through the generosity of Christians unknown to us. The extra
blessing of these months was our
cool surroundings. The area where we had been was experiencing its
hottest
months of the year. Peggy, an
American, serves on staff in December
14 For the eyes of the Lord
run to and fro throughout
the whole earth, to show himself strong in the behalf of them whose
heart is
perfect toward him. 2
Chronicles
16:9. I found
laundry hanging on a line behind a
small house. Within two minutes I was clothed in the garb of a country
woman--keeping my army boots and rifle as inconspicuous as possible. As
I
knocked on the door of the house directly across the road, I saw an
American soldier
perched on a rooftop. Had I been wearing my army apparel, I could have
been
killed. With utter
hatred in my heart against the
"dirty Yankee Imperialists," I went to the house of an old woman. I shouted at
her, "I want to die. There
is nothing to live for now that the Americans are here." "Child," she
said, "don't you
know you must thank God for saving your life?" I did thank
Him, and repented of my anger. Four years
later, in 1988, I accepted Jesus
as my Savior. In 1989 I joined YWAM. During my DTS God took me back,
spiritually, through the events of that day in 1983 and showed me His
purpose
for my life, and for saving me from deception and confusion. Today I am
one in spirit with my American
brothers and sisters in Christ. I thank God for equipping me with the
weapons
of spiritual warfare that are greater than the gun I once held. He is
for
preparing me to return to December
15 Show the wonder of your
great love, you who save by
your right hand those who take refuge in you from their foes. Psalm 17:7. They felt
foolish, but they kept obeying God.
Over the months, things actually got worse. Finally, on However, the
spark began in The flame
had been lit. The army turned
around and fought the secret police with the people, and the brutal
reign of
Ceausescu was over by Christmas of 1989. The newspapers of the country
reported, "The band of fear and terror has been broken." Fear and
terror--the same spirit powers God had directed a small group to pray
against
two years before. What
happened there is proof that such
focused praying against principalities and powers breaks their power. December
16 Have you ever
thought you were ministering to
someone and discovered you are the one receiving? A group of
YWAMers in "Are you
Santa Claus?" the boy
asked, "I've waited a long time for him." The
clown bent down and whispered in the
boy's ear. "No, I'm not, but see me after the show, I can tell you
something about him." He moved on
and prayed silently, "Lord,
we know this boy is looking for you, but he doesn't know that. May our
puppet
show help him to understand." The clown's
painted smile belied his deep
inner thoughts as the boy's question brought a searching in his own
heart. He
prayed again, this time for himself. "Lord,
forgive me. Like that little boy,
sometimes I look for your gifts, and not You. Come and dwell in me,
anew. “Come,
O come Emmanuel." The boy
didn't come after the show, so the
clown could not share Jesus with him. But the clown learned much that
night,
and left with a genuine smile on his face. December
17 I was born
into a middle class Brazilian
home. I learned about God's provision from my Christian parents.
Because they
paid for everything, I never had a chance to see personally God's
provision in
my own life. In 1985, I
went to the I would need
$2000 to attend a DTS. My pastor
advised me to send my application and pray. Inclement weather kept many
people
home that Sunday evening. Before the end of the service the pastor
called me to
the front and asked me to share my testimony. He closed with an
offering for
me. A month
later, I received an acceptance
letter from YWAM. Because I'm Brazilian they offered me a scholarship
for half
of the tuition. Immediately
I called my pastor to tell him
the news. I was dumbfounded to learn the offering that night had come
to
$2,300. This enabled me to pay the remaining $1,000 tuition and have
$1,300 to
cover living expenses, outreach and tithe. I've been
able to see God's provision for
100% on God of my needs. December
18 Traditionally,
my mother and I made Christmas
cookies and gave them to neighbors we visited during the holiday
season. Mow my
mother was in With all the
talk of going home for the
holidays, I began to wonder, Where is
home for me? I knew it was not my father's house where I grew up.
It wasn't
my college dorm where I'd lived for two years before getting married.
My last
connection with "home" was with my mother before she left for I was
praying about this and began to cry. I
felt God's presence around me. Then my husband came and put his arms
around me. I asked the
Lord, "Where is home?" "In My arms
and sometimes that means your
husband's arms, too." That brought
comfort and encouragement. Soon
I felt so much better that I got up and made Christmas cookies. I
realized that
wherever I am, I'm home. I no longer
feel the pain when I think of
"home," because the reality is that I only have to whisper His name,
"Jesus." December
19 Although I was
the leader of a team of 15
young people who would spend two weeks witnessing in I stammered,
embarrassed to have to explain
our inadequate facilities. "You're the boss. Don't you sleep wherever
you
want?" I will never
forget the patient, gentle look
on Loren's face as he replied, "No, Denny you're the leader of this
team.
While I am here, I am under your leadership. Where do you want me to
sleep?" I was
stunned, but there was no place of
"honor" which I could allocate to Loren as his quarters. "Follow
me," We single men had set up our quarters on the stage at the front of
the theater, and had attempted to wall it off. The area was rather
small and
each of us had defined our personal "space" by surrounding our
sleeping bags with chairs and suitcases. I was about
to offer my carefully defended
spot to Loren when I noticed him eyeing the grand piano. Surely he
didn't want
us to move it! There was nowhere for it to go. Instead, Loren bent down
and
examined the space available under the piano. With- out thinking, I
blurted
out, "You can sleep under the piano, if you like." Loren nodded,
smiled graciously and said, "That sounds just fine to me." Even though
that incident took place 23 years
ago, its impact was so great upon me that I still remember every
detail. I was
deeply impressed and humbled at the same time. Here was the founder of
a
successful ministry graciously submitting to my immature leadership. December
20 As royalty,
we are called upon to “do”
certain things. Being royal carries with it both opportunity and
obligation. We
are to make God’s laws known. These are His rules and regulations,
established
for our highest good. As members
of the priesthood, we are to “be”
a certain way. We are to show our love for the Lord through praise,
worship,
adoration, thanksgiving, and intercessory prayer. A godly
nation will have national days of
celebration and mourning. It will boast unity, peace, loyalty, a flow
of
communication, exchanges of ideas, freedom of expression, and freedom
of
movement. As citizens
of God’s Kingdom, we need to be
sure that we ourselves promote unity and act as peacemakers. We need to
demonstrate loyalty, not just to our local community or national
project, but
interdenominationally and internationally. We are responsible for
personal
witnessing, teaching, and distribution of Christian literature. We are
accountable to provide for the needy in practical ways. We are to aid
in making
possibilities for service open to others by our encouragement and
financial
support. Malachi December
21 Now, God is
teaching me to live according to
the reality of my life and accept the truth, even though it is
sometimes
difficult or painful. This is what
God wants for each person. When we
don't face up to reality, we shut
ourselves in with our own fantasies and ideas, which leads to
frustration and
destruction. It also keeps us from having the life that God intended
for us. God cannot
help us if we exist in a fantasy
world. He wants us to be strong and courageous. He asks that we trust
in Him
and His ways. He asks that we be teachable. And He requires that we
live in
truth. December
22 Once I had
lost all that weight, I could wear
clothes that I had always wanted to wear and couldn't. I could really
be me!
Each of us is like a different flower in the Lord's garden--all
beautiful, but
all different. No two are alike, just as no two snowflakes are alike.
Suddenly
I could be the flower I had always wanted to be, the one God had
created me to
be. December
23 Sometimes
forgiveness is a process. If we
have been deeply hurt, it takes time for the wound to heal. In this
case
forgiveness acts as a continual cleansing of the wound so that it can
heal
properly. As we think about a person who has hurt us or sinned against
us,
feelings of resentment and emotional pain well up. Then we must
reaffirm our
commitment to forgive them. It is not that the first act of forgiveness
is
invalid, but that an ongoing process may be necessary until we are
completely
healed. I was deeply
hurt once by a friend. I could
not get over the anger and disappointment I felt every time I thought
of him.
Another friend advised me that I should tell the Lord I forgave the
friend each
time these feelings surfaced and say, "Lord, I choose to do this with
your
love, and I will not give up until you put love in my heart for him. I
receive
that love by faith." I prayed
that prayer many times a day for
months, but nothing seemed to change. Then one day as I prayed,
something
finally happened--I began to see my friend through new eyes. I saw his
wounds
and hurts; I saw how he had been hurt by his father, and how he was
passing
those hurts on to me. The Lord released compassion into my heart for
him,
something I thought would never happen. The Lord did more than I could
ask or
think! December
24 We find no
record of doubts or jealousy on Do I
joyfully accept God's calling for
me? Am I willing to know fulfillment
where He has placed me? If so, I am
freed to support and encourage another in his God-given task. Paul wisely
cautioned us, "Do not
compare yourselves among yourselves." Am I caught up with comparing my
ministry to another's, or can I sincerely rejoice, as did December
25
But, rather, to let You grow
up to be the One
December
26 My grace is sufficient for
you, for my power is made
perfect in weakness. 2
Corinthians
12:9. The first
thing I noticed were his dark brown
eyes. They were so soft. His face was radiant, and although I knew
nothing
about him and was just introduced to him, I walked right over to him,
looked
into his eyes intently and said, "I love you. I'll tell you one of the
reasons I love you. I don't have to ask you one single thing. I see the
wheelchair. I see your legs hanging limp, and I see there's not a
particle of
resentment in your eyes toward God. I don't need to hear your story to
know
that you have come to terms with God in total rest." I heard the
story that proved the truth of
what I had said. The Holy Spirit had given me that instantaneous
witness
through the shining countenance of that young man. He told me
he had been bitter, he had had
questions. But he had come to understand as he had pored over the Word
of God,
and as he looked into the face of Jesus, that God was "...just in all
his
ways, and kind in all his doings," just as the Bible says in Psalm
145:17.
RSV. He shared
with enthusiasm some of the dynamic
purposes that God had started to reveal for his life since he accepted
God's
sovereignty and received God's miraculous grace. God had shown him that
he was
to write a book about his life, and this lovely Christian girlfriend
was
helping him do it. Physical
healing? No. Spiritual, mental and
emotional healing? Yes. A manifestation of miraculous grace and
powerful
purpose. December
27 The Apostle
Paul said we've all been given
the ministry of reconciliation. The dictionary definition of
"reconciliation"
is "to make friendly again." When we pioneered YWAM in The result
was almost fatal to the young
ministry. Rumors spread among the Body of Christ in We prayed
and encouraged others we knew
around the world to pray as well. Then I started contacting pastors and
other
Christian leaders. In small groups and one-on-one, I learned their
goals. I
answered their questions about me, about YWAM, our goals. We prayed
together. Meanwhile,
our evangelism efforts continued.
We served in a variety of situations and developed other ministries. Gradually the barriers came
down. Friendships developed. News of the reconciliation spread
throughout As a result
we had more invitations to
minister in the various churches than we had time to accept. We soon
averaged
20 services a month in churches, youth groups, and Christian camps. Evangelism is still the main
emphasis in Bridges take
time to build. There aren't any
short cuts. December
28 The truth is
that In Prophetic
revelation about the purpose and
destiny of the nation has been pouring into Just like
those Australian Christians, we
need to put today's battles in their historical context. A study of
history can
give us clues as to God's purpose for a city, and it can also reveal
the point
at which evil gained entrance. We are warned about giving a place of
entry to
the devil. December
29 After 13
years of occupation by the Soviet
Army and civil war, Yet in the
midst of the agony and suffering
of her people, God is revealing Himself to the Afghanis in many ways.
Christian
ministries are working in such varied ways as eye care and
rehabilitation
projects. Afghanis who accept Christ face extreme persecution, yet many
hold
strong to the faith. One young
man was hired to serve as night
watchman for a Christian ministry. Each morning he watched the workers,
singly
and in groups, as they prayed and sang to their God. The man was amazed
at
their consistency, their obvious devotion and the joy in their praises. Over several
months a yearning grew in his
heart to learn more about the God these young people served. He
questioned them
and studied their answers. He also questioned his own Islamic beliefs.
After
continuing to watch the lives of the Christians and researching both
religions
the young man made an open confession of faith in Jesus Christ. Despite
persecution he became a radiant
witness and influenced many others. December
30 Dad is a
visionary, able to see God's plan
and motivate others to get involved. It's one of the things I love
about him. He went on, "We'll
start at the I rode along
visualizing the event. One
runner would start out, run a while, then pass the torch off to another
runner.
On and on, to the edge of the continent. Along the way other young
people would
tell the local people about Jesus. Christian literature would be given
away. The heat of
the dusty We dragged on, to the YWAM
base in the mountains of "I'm only
16-years-old! I can't speak." "Sure you
can. Just tell them what God
wants to do; that they can be a part of it." I sure was
scared. But I couldn't let Dad
down. While I was speaking God lit the flame in my heart. During that
talk God
passed to me the torch of missions from Dad's generation to mine. December
31 Other sons
and daughters of YWAM leaders were
there with me: Our generation was putting into action those words of
Jesus. Dad lit the torch, passed it
to me and I set off running. I knew as I passed the torch on the flame
would be
carried to Tel Aviv, put aboard a plane and used to light other flames
around
the world. Now, over a
half million young people have
carried that flame. Why are we involved in the work of our parents. Why
have we
embraced the call of God to reach our world--our generation for Christ? We're not
riding on the coattails of our
parents, or simply copying them. God has touched each of our lives
individually. God has said to us, "I have my own vision for you. You're
a
new generation. You're blessed to stand on your parents' shoulders." I look now at some of the
next generation of YWAMers, my generation. We're reaching a new type of
mission
field; a twenty-first-century mission field. Misha McClung is working
in
journalism and the media; Chad Hawkins is studying political science;
Gretchen
Boyd plans to work in international relations; I'm running a film and
television production company. When our
parents began knocking on doors in
various countries they were pioneers in their mission field. That is
now the
norm, but it wasn't then. Our
parents have laid a strong foundation,
they've given us a solid background, a solid missions basis. They've
exposed us
to new spheres of influence. We
haven't broken the legacy, only our pulpit
has changed. |