Train Up A Child

by Dick Buckingham

Administrator

There has been something heavy on my heart over the past several months and I have been ruminating about it often.  It is: “Why would Christian parents who have a choice send their children to the public government schools?”  Another way of putting it more pointedly...why would the godly send their children to be discipled in an ungodly system?

I know that by that very statement, some of you are already putting up a defense. You may be thinking that I am biased as a result of my position as the administrator of a Christian School.  Why wouldn’t I speak negatively against the competition?   Doesn’t the Chevy dealer try to convince you that a Ford just doesn’t measure up?  (Everyone knows it doesn’t, but we will save that for another time!)  This is not about me trying to preserve my job or increase my influence.   Believe it or not, I was just like many who thought public education was just fine.  After all, I attended and graduated from a public school.  What affect did it have on me?  The implication in that question is that public education didn’t affect me and I turned out just fine.  How often I have heard parents say that very same thing as a justification that putting their children in public schools will not be a detriment to them.

The truth is, the very fact we make such a statement as that, shows that we were profoundly affected by the public education we received.  The effect is that we cannot understand or discern the difference between a system that teaches a worldview where man is the main course and God is a side dish at best, and a Biblical worldview that sees God at the center of everything.  We can’t see it because our own worldview has been tainted by the public education we received.

God graciously saved me when I was in junior high, so much of my formative schooling years was at a time when I was immature in the faith and biblical understanding.  I was diligent about learning the truth as revealed in God’s Word, but understanding there was a different way of looking at things was the furthest from my experience, because I continued to be in the realm of public education on a daily basis.   While I endeavored to integrate my faith into my school life, it was relegated to being part of the “extra-curricular” Christian club on campus meeting before or after school, and a released time Bible study held daily at the Mormon facility across the street from the school.* Unfortunately, the way I was taught to think and honestly the way I thought, was not much different from any of the other students on campus.  We listened to our teachers, took what they told us as true, and applied it to our lives without ever considering what the Bible had to say about it.  I was taught a secular humanist worldview which places man at the center, and around whom all things revolve.

Following high school (not as a result of high school, but God’s grace) I knew I wanted to be involved at some level of ministry.  I had done some music with my church youth and had enjoyed being before people and encouraging them with words of truth.  My thought and assumption was that I would train for the pastorate.  In pursuing this goal, I wound up attending a small seminary in Philadelphia.  For the first time, I was being taught all things from a Christian worldview.  As we talked about history and life from this perspective, it was like I had been viewing the world through a window filthy with the grime of the world, and it had now been flung open so that I could see easily and breathe freely the fresh air of God’s perspective of our world.  My worldview was radically changed in a relatively short amount of time.  My initial thought was, “every Christian should go to seminary to get their eyes opened as mine had been opened.”  I still had not realized that the problem was that I had been taught a worldview as a child that was contrary to the truth.

My education in worldview perspective, though, was not over yet.  After a few years serving as a youth pastor, I was given the opportunity to teach in a Christian school.  I thought it a great opportunity to continue my ministerial work with youth.  Little did I know that it would radically transform my life and thinking.  Now I was teaching some of the very same things I had learned in high school but it was with a curriculum from a Christian publisher with a Christian worldview.  Since my eyes had been opened in seminary to a correct view of the world, I could now see the potential of teaching children correctly about God and His world from the beginning.  I became excited about the potential of training children in the truths of God and helping them to integrate them into their understanding in history, science, math and English.  I began to see Christian teaching them to obey all that I have commanded you.” (Matthew 28:19, emphasis mine)

Education as the way to teach and train children from Christian families with the correct worldview from the beginning, grounding them in the truths of God so that they would be strong and not waver in their faith.  It was truly discipleship as Jesus had commanded in the Great Commission, “Go and make disciples, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, and

Some 30 years later, I am still serving in the ministry that I believe God called me to, seeking to teach a Biblical worldview perspective to students from Christian families.  It has not been an easy road.  The greatest opposition that it has faced has been from the very ones you least expect it from, Christians.  I am convinced that it is at least in part because they have been trained in a secular worldview when they attended public school and they simply cannot see the difference.

Can you be honest enough with yourself to answer the following questions?  Could it be that your public school education affected the way you think about the world?  Could you be thinking it is harmless for your children because your own worldview has not been thoroughly transformed to a Biblical worldview?

Over the next couple of weeks I will continue to address this subject in several blog posts.  I will consider some of the following concerns that I hear from parents:

• Shouldn’t our kids be salt and light in their public schools?  Are we just going to abandon this important “mission field?”
• Why not public schools?  What is the harm?
• The Christian school doesn’t have band, choir, drama, (you fill in the blank). Isn’t my child   going to be at a disadvantage when they compete with students from public school who did?
• Does God’s Word really compel us to put our kids in Christian Schools?

*Probably needs some explanation.  In our community, there is a strong Mormon presence.  As a result the political powers that be in the local government and school boards allowed a provision for Mormon students to choose to leave their high school campus one period a day for “released-time seminary” as it was called.  The Mormon church conveniently supplied a building usually right across the street from the high school for these students to go.  Not to be outdone, the Christians in the community insisted upon nothing less than the same opportunity for their students to study God’s Word with those who elected this option.  Sometimes the Mormons would even allow the Christian group to use their facility.

To learn more about Faith Christian School, please visit our website at www.faith-christian.org 

To Vaccinate or Not Vaccinate....Is That The Question?

by Jennie Smith
Secondary Principal

Is there a hotter topic right now among parents?  I know that I have seen both sides of this issue in my news feed... A dad angry because his child with cancer had been exposed at a facility here in the Valley...Explanations of why her child cannot be vaccinated...even a video montage of shows from the 1960's showing that measles is not that bad.  It's everywhere and passions are up on both sides of this issue because of the recent outbreak that dominates our news.

The question of this blog really isn't should we vaccinate our children...the question is:  can we respect the decisions other parents make for their own children?  Can we choose to have healthy discussion with one another without calling names?  Parenting is so hard and making choices for our children is even more challenging in an information saturated society that makes it difficult to tell what is true and what is false.   There can be healthy debate, but I see so many of us being unkind, and sometimes downright mean, to a parent who has made a different choice than we would.

My dearest, lifelong friend has a daughter with autism.  It was heart wrenching to watch this beautiful child grow into this disease.  When her second daughter was born, she chose not to vaccinate.  When I was pregnant with my third, she asked me to reconsider my position on vaccination.  We had a lovely conversation one afternoon.  She told me her journey, her research, her heart on the issue.  I asked questions.  Then I did my own study and explored options with my pediatrician and chose to vaccinate on a more extended schedule.  She didn't rail against me for my decision.  I certainly won't blame her for hers.  Actually, because there is no way for me to even imagine what she deals with on a daily basis raising a special needs child, I would in no way - not ever - challenge her decisions in this area.  No way!  But we can have healthy, loving discussion between us.  But then we make the decision to support and love each other no matter what.

And it's not just vaccinations for which we judge other parents...
To nurse or bottle feed
To spank or not to spank
To put your child in Christian school, public school, or home school
To celebrate Halloween or skip it

This list can become lengthy.  The conversations can become ugly.

I read a great article last week on the topic of judgement, and I think we can apply its principles to this discussion.  First it clarifies that judging should only come in issues of righteousness.  John 7:24 says "Do not judge according to appearances, but judge with righteous judgement" (NASB).  If we are judging in any other way, we judge in self-righteousness, not God's.

But even when we do judge, or challenge, a parent in an area of God's truth, we need to inspect ourselves first.  In another teaching on judgement, Jesus said "Why do you look at the speck that is in your brother’s eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ and behold, the log is in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother’s eye" (Matthew 7:3-5, NASB).  Let's be sure to approach one another with clean heart before God.

I love the way the article encourages us to talk to people:  "The point of this passage is not to forbid judging. On the contrary, it encourages judgment that is grace-filled and humble, a love-filled judgment that brings a fellow believer into right standing before God.  We walk beside the person because we too struggle with our own sin. We judge not by our own authority, but by the Authority that will one day judge us all" (Mitchell, paragraph 8).

May I challenge you to apply this idea to the hot topics we as parents tend to argue with each other about?  Walk beside each other as a fellow struggler in this great journey we call parenthood.  Be filled with grace and be humble.  Most of all, love another. And in all things bring honor and glory to our Heavenly Father, the greatest parent of us all!

Learn more about Faith Christian School at www.faith-christian.org


Owens, Mitchell.  "Teaching Our Children to Judge."  For the Family.  March 28, 2014.  Retrieved January 31, 2014 from http://forthefamily.org/teaching-children-judge/

New Year's Resolutions

New Year's Resolutions

Welcome to 2015! 

How many of you were ready for a new beginning? What resolutions have you made? 

Eat less and work out more?

Spend less and give more?

Spend more time with the Lord and less time on social media?

Spend more quality time with your kids and less time at work?

It isn’t like we really need a new year to make changes, but January 1^st seems to be the jumping off point that many of us need to kick start our motivation and send us on our way to following through on those resolutions. A fresh start. A new opportunity to do that thing that you’ve never done before. A chance to put hard things behind you and look ahead to the exciting things God has in store for you. Two verses come to mind when I think of a new year:

1 Corinthians 2:9 But, as it is written, “What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man imagined, what God has prepared for those who love him”—

Lamentations 3:22-24 “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in him.” 

Most of us walk into the new year with great expectation—that this year will be better than the last! That our resolutions will somehow make us happier and healthier. We especially like to think this if last year was a difficult one. We look ahead with great hope that physical ailments, financial struggles, death of loved ones, relationship troubles, work disappointments, and other difficult circumstances will leave the year 2015 untouched. And yet, most of us know that 2015 will probably bring troubles and worries along with it’s joys and triumphs. So what resolutions should we make?

Psalm 73:25-26 says, “Whom have I in heaven but you? And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides you. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.”

Is one of your resolutions to truly desire the Lord and to seek Him fully this year? If so, you can anticipate a GREAT year! Not because it will be perfect or because you will be perfect. Not because it will be easy or because we will be spared hard times. We can look forward to 2015 with joy and excitement because God is the strength of our heart and our portion forever—not just this year, but for all of the years to come. 

He will be with us through whatever ups and downs this year will bring. Praise the Lord that He follows through on every one of his promises, even when the “resolve” in our resolutions waiver.   

When I Think of Baby Jesus Lying in a Manger

by Dick Buckingham, Administrator

When I think of the baby Jesus in the manger, I hear crying.

This little Infant wrapped so tightly in the swaddling clothes and lying suspended on a bed of hay was as comfortable as His mother could make Him. And yet I’m sure I can hear crying.  He, though God the Son, was also completely human, and human infants cry.  The Bible doesn't specifically say that He cried, and our manger scenes always depict a pleasant faced Child, and even some of our carols claim “no crying He makes,” yet I am sure I hear crying.  Babies cry when they are hungry, tired, uncomfortable, or just when they want to be held and loved.  Jesus was a baby just like us, and had the same needs and desires, so I’m sure there must have been crying.  What led the shepherds to the manger where Jesus lay?  Yes, the angels told them they would find Him in a stable in Bethlehem, but there was certainly more than one stable.  Did they have to search each one of them until they found Him?  Or could it be as they entered the quiet, sleepy little town that they paused with hand cupped to ear, straining to hear the distinct sound of a newborn infant’s cry?

When I think of the baby Jesus in the manger, I hear crying.

But perhaps it is not His cry that I am hearing.  Maybe I am hearing the future echo of wailing and weeping, mothers mourning the loss of their own young sons.  For it was to this very town King Herod sent his men in search of this One, but in the process of searching, all male children under two years of age were killed.  Oh, the mournful wails these mothers must have made as they grieved over their children.  Could it be that the Infant in the manger, though not responsible for their losses, grieved with them as He was the One who was targeted by this senseless decree?  Perhaps it is His tears of loss over these little ones that I hear in the manger.

When I think of the baby Jesus in the manger, I hear crying.

Yes, I think it is the sound of mourning that I hear, the mourning of a mother in the funeral procession of her child.  But the town I see now is not Bethlehem, but the little village of Nain, and the woman, a widow; the dead child, her only son.  Yet the One from the manger is here too, grown now, and with great compassion He stops the procession, and for a moment, His face shows grief.  But then the tears of mourning on the mother’s face become tears of joy as the boy in the procession is raised to his feet by Jesus – alive!

But once again the sound of mourning fills my ears and I turn to see another parent pleading with Jesus to come, heal his sick child.  Jesus leaves with him immediately, but on the way a message is delivered to the father, “too late, the child is dead.”  Oh, had Jesus only been found sooner, if only they had rushed more quickly to her side.  But now only grief, and sorrow, and tears.  Yet Jesus walks on to the place where she lay and as before He raises her to her feet.  She too has been brought back from the dead!  Though Jesus warns the father not to tell anyone, he cannot contain the joy from bursting forth.

Once again the sound of crying is heard.  This time, in another place a woman in tears comes to Jesus.  It is difficult to tell what grieves her so.  Perhaps it is something within her that causes her to bow at His feet, and with her own tears she begins to wash His feet, and dry them with her hair.  Though Jesus is criticized for this woman’s actions, it is clear something wonderful has taken place.  She had entered the house a sinful worldly woman.  But now she leaves with tears of joy.  What just happened here?

There is no time to linger, as once again the sound of crying rings out.  Two sisters mourning at the loss of a brother.  And Jesus arrives much too late to save this man, a friend, not a stranger.  I am sure I see a tear on His face as well as he approached the tomb.  Others are present mourning the untimely loss of this member of the community.  In the midst of the wailing I hear Him cry out, “Lazarus! Come forth!”  And as before with the children, the dead man is raised to life and steps out of the tomb, no longer bound by the clutches of death.

Yet the crying continues and I am compelled to seek it once again.  This time it leads me to the hill outside of Jerusalem.  It is hard to approach for the crowds are there, shouting and jeering.  A mad howling mob.  I push my way to the front and am astonished by what I see.  There before me and all the rest of the crowd, three crude crosses with three men hanging on them in crucifixion.  What a commotion as the mob screams out their contempt for the one in the middle.  A small group of women stands mourning to one side.  Soldiers are casting lots for clothing at the foot of the central cross.  For a moment I study the face of the One to whom all this attention is directed.  He looks familiar, yet I’m not sure who it is.  He is so beaten and bloodied it is hard to make out.  Just then He cries out, “Father, forgive them.”  I look closer.  Wait!!  Could it be?  Yes!  It is Him!   It is the One who was in the manger.  Jesus, who raised the dead children to life, whose feet the woman had washed and who brought Lazarus out of the tomb.  It is He who hangs there – dying?  I don’t understand.  Could not the One who brought life to so many save His own?

Dazed and confused I begin to run for the sight is too much to bear.  There are thoughts I don’t understand running through my head.

I am startled once again as I come upon a single woman, kneeling before a tomb.  She is weeping.

  Could it be her child that lays here, perhaps her brother or husband?  It doesn't matter.  Jesus, the one who was able to turn tears like these into cries of joyous praise is dead.  He is no more.  Sorrow overwhelms me as I slip to my knees on the ground a distance from her.   I bow my head and begin to cry tears of my own.

But wait!  What is that sound?  I look up to see the massive stone that had been rolled against the tombs opening begin to move, slowly at first, but then more quickly.  I don’t know what is happening.  There is no one on the outside pushing the stone, it could only be someone…on…the inside.  Finally the stone is moved completely and my eyes are riveted at the entrance when what appears to be a man steps forward.  He leans down and raises the woman up.  He touches her face so tenderly.   When she sees Him, she cries out with joy and astonishment.  I look carefully at the man.  Could it be?  Yes!  Yes!  It is He!  It is Jesus!  He is not dead!  He is alive!  He who raised others to life has been able to defeat death Himself!

In my amazement and surprise, I failed to realize that the crying I have been hearing had not ceased.  Who could be weeping at a time like this?  I looked up to see that it was Jesus!  And He was looking at me!  “You are dead in your sins, my child,” He said to me.  “Come forth, come forth from your bondage to sin.  Let me set you free.”

Now I understand why the woman who had washed His feet with her tears was crying.  She had not lost a loved one whom Jesus had raised up again.  She had been dead in her sins and Jesus had set her free.  Now I understand the utter joy of the parents and the sisters as they welcomed back their loved ones.  I am alive!

When I think of the baby Jesus in the manger, I hear crying.

They are my own tears of joy, for Jesus has given me life.

Do you hear the crying too?  Is Jesus weeping for you, calling you to come forth from your death in sin?  O come, O come, come to this One in the manger and let Him raise you to new life.

Did You Hear a Who?

by Jennie Smith
Secondary Principal

"If you can't see it, hear it or feel it....it doesn't exist!," said Sour Kangaroo to Horton, and anyone else who would listen.

As I sat in the movie theater watching Horton Hears A Who with my three boys, I was struck by the amount of discussion material packed into this movie!  In case you haven't read the book or seen the movie, here is a quick summary (spoiler alert).

Horton, an energetic elephant, hears a noise from a speck of dust that is travelling through the air.  That speck holds the entire world of the Whos.  Horton has to get that speck of dust to a safe place - otherwise, all of the Whos will perish.  However, Sour Kangaroo does not believe there is any world on that speck of dust and since she is the official boss of the forest, she attempts to convince everyone that Horton is wrong.  She hires an evil vulture, Vlad, to get rid of the speck.  When Vlad is unsuccessful, Kangaroo organizes a mob who ties up Horton and threatens to put the speck in a boiling vat of oil.  All Horton has to do is to deny the existence of the world on the speck and all will be alright.  In the end, the speck is saved and, in a shocking turn of events, Horton forgives Sour Kangaroo and befriends her.

There were so many things to talk about with my kids after we saw this movie!

Knowing God Exists
We started by talking about Kangeroo's thought that "If you can't see it, hear it, or feel it...it doesn't exist."  I asked my boys if they thought that was true.  We discussed how many people think the same of God - that because you can't see Him or hear Him, He must not exist.  We talked about how we know God exists - and how we see Him, hear Him, and feel Him.  We see Him in His provision for our family.  We hear Him when a Scripture speaks directly to our pain or convicts us.  We feel Him when we have unexplainable peace in the middle of the dark times.  It was wonderful to hear my young boys realize that they do hear God, they do see His hand, and they do feel Him.

Renounce Your Faith
Later we moved into a discussion about the end of the movie when all Horton has to do is say the world of the Whos does not exist and all will be alright.  There will come a time, and it may be in the time of our children's lives, where we are asked to renounce God or lose our lives.  Those times are quickly on the horizon.  But my children and I talked about times they are asked to reject God in their actions.  It is hard when you are asked by friends to do something you shouldn't.  It's very difficult to say "That's not right.  I can't participate in that because God would not be pleased."

I love this passage from 2 Timothy 3:12-15:  "In fact, everyone who wants to live a godly life in Christ Jesus will be persecuted...But as for you, continue in what you have learned and have become convinced of, because you know those from whom you learned it, and how from infancy you have known the holy Scriptures, which are able to make you wise for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus."

We need to encourage our kids to be strong in their faith, just like Horton was strong in his conviction and was willing to face a vat of oil for the truth.

Forgive!
The last lesson from the movie is an important one.  Sour Kangaroo was so mean to Horton!  She was cruel in her words and her actions and she almost killed Horton's Whoville friends.  But Horton forgave her; he invited her in as his friend.  What a witness that was to my kids!  We talked about the way that Christ forgives us and how we are to carry out that same forgiveness to our friends and to our siblings.  A great verse for the family to memorize is Ephesians 4:32 "Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you."

I didn't expect to go to the movies that day and walk away with deep theological conversation ideas for my kids.  But it was a beautiful time of encouragement and one we speak of often.  What a beautiful illustration of some of life's toughest lessons.  Have you seen great movies that lead to amazing conversations with your kids?  Leave some ideas in the comments below or interact with us on our Facebook page!

I'm Scared!

by Jennie Smith
Secondary Principal

I can't watch the news anymore.  We live in such a fallen, sinful world, and the news on the news is never good.  Murders.  Robberies.  And don't even get me started on Ebola!  There is so much to be scared of, and I can be the biggest scared-y cat of them all.  Just the other night, there was a police helicopter going around and around in the middle of the night, and someone was on the megaphone saying unintelligible things.  I laid there for hours feeling fear (and listening to the police scanner app I have on my phone) while the rest of my family slept in peace.


Sometimes, I think I must be the only one who experiences this crazy level of fear.  Thankfully, I've realized that even great heroes of the faith have experienced fear.  Adam and Eve hid from God out of fear after they had sinned.  Abraham lied about Sarah being his wife on two occasions, motivated by fear.  Moses didn't want to fulfill his calling and tried to talk God out of it...because he was scared.  Saul disobeyed God because he feared the people of the land, and Peter had such great fear that he denied Jesus three times.

So, what do we do to combat fear?  

Call it what it is....Disobedience to the Almighty God
The Bible has a lot to say on the issue of fear.  I saw on Facebook this popular meme...

I've been trying to do some research about the accuracy of this, and most are concluding that there aren't exactly 365 verses, although it is a nice thought.  The most important thing is that God said "Do not fear..." many times, even though ONE time ought to be enough for us!  Here is my favorite (emphasis added):

Isaiah 41:10  "FEAR NOT, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."

If God has told us not to fear, and yet we spend time in fear of the various crisis that can befall us, we are in direct disobedience to Him.  And He gives us a reason not to fear....He is our God; He will help us.

Trust, Trust, Trust
Our Father is so worthy of our trust.  Has he been faithful to you through past trials?  Has he sustained you in your times of struggle?  Has he provided for you in times of want?  Has he comforted you in times of grief?  He will never change and will speak to our pain when it arrives again.  When we understand that God is in complete control, and has all resources at his command to help us, we can exist at a new level of peace.  

Elyse Fitzpatrick, author of the book Overcoming Fear, Worry, and Anxiety (2001), says "God's sovereignty is the only safe harbor when we're assailed by the winds of fear, doubt, and worry" (pg. 128).  At the time when the fear of the Ebola crisis had me on edge, I googled "sermons on God's sovereignty" and found an excellent sermon by John Piper.  I was so encouraged to be reminded that God is not surprised by any problem that we are faced with and there is not one thing that God can't handle!

Realize that our fear does nothing to help the situation.
Did my laying there in bed, awake, listening to the dispatchers talk to the police through the night make me any less in danger?  Does imagining my boys coming down with Ebola make my children at any less risk of getting the disease?  Jesus said "Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?" (Matthew 6:27).  Elyse Fitzpatrick (2001) says that worry "can't change anything.  It won't make you live one more day than God has ordained.  It won't influence whatever you may face in the future.  Worry is powerless" (pg. 111).  The threats of bad things happening will always exist, but stewing about them does not decrease the chances of them happening to us, it only makes us feel miserable and wastes valuable time.

Our only hope lies in the fact that our God is sovereign - He knows all the things that lay before us and He is in complete control of them.  Bad things are going to happen.  Police helicopters will fly over head.  People we love are going to suffer.  We may be asked to walk a difficult and terrible road.  But He is good, and loving, and will meet us in these trials and give us exactly what we need to endure them.  Let us be like the Psalmist who said  "I sought the Lord, and he answered me and delivered me from all my fears" (Psalm 34:4).




Fitzpatrick, E. (2001).  Overcoming Fear, Worry, and Anxiety.  Eugene, Oregon:  Harvest House Publishers.

God's Provision

It never ceases to amaze me how God provides in times of greatest need. As I look back on my life, I can clearly see the evidences of God’s hand guiding, directing, and intervening in situations both big and small.  And yet, I admit there are times where I’ve cried out to God knowing that He could help me, but didn’t want to presume that help would be part of His good and perfect will for my life. Maybe you have cried out to God fervently, all the while fearing that your need was too insignificant or your worthiness too non-existent for God to intervene on your behalf. Yet, despite your doubt, how many could speak to the times that his goodness and faithfulness were revealed just the same? How grateful I am that I can see example upon example of this in my life.

I hope we can all recognize these times of provision in our lives. It’s the time when you only had x amount of dollars in your account and somehow it multiplied and stretched way farther than it should have.  It’s the unexpected check that shows up in the mail to cover just the amount you needed for something. It’s a tumor, disease, or condition that was diagnosed one minute and then gone the next. Or maybe it’s that blessing in disguise—a sprained finger that reveals a bigger issue that would have never been discovered otherwise. Do you have stories?

Last year, my husband and I were going through a time that was really financially tight. We didn’t know how we were even going to put gas in the car to get to work. All we could do was pray that God would intervene and that He would be glorified through our circumstances somehow. Then it happened. That Saturday afternoon, I opened the garage when I heard an awful noise—the kind you know can only be BAD. This was not the answer to prayer I was hoping for.  The garage door proceeded to fall off the tracks and wedge itself diagonally into the frame of the garage. It wouldn’t budge. Not only that, but my car was trapped inside. This was a “now what” moment. My instinct was to panic. To throw my hands in the air and say, “I give up.” And yet, God was saying, “Don’t worry, I’ve got this.” Twenty minutes later, our doorbell rang. It was a garage door repair man! He just happened to be driving by, saw our mangled garage door, and wanted to know if we wanted him to fix it . . . for free. What an amazing example of God’s provision. I have often looked back on that day and smiled. God had it all under control.

In chapel last week, Mr. B. spoke about George Mueller and God’s provision demonstrated time and time again in his orphanages—times when they didn’t know where the next meal would come from or how the next need was going to be met. And yet, they never asked anyone for anything and never wanted for anything. Sometimes His provision is nothing short of miraculous, and sometimes it is the sound of God’s soft voice reminding us, “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.”

This is not to say that God’s faithfulness and goodness is diminished in any way when it seems like He has not answered the prayer or fulfilled the need. At a conference I attended not long ago, one of the speakers made the following statement, “Don’t confuse the results of something bad with how good God actually is. His goodness doesn’t change.” Unfortunately, what we want and what we need is not always known to us. Luckily though, God knows because He cares for us. I love the words in these promises from Matthew:

"Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?” (Matthew 6:26)“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.” (Matthew 10:29–31).

When I read those verses, I am reminded of one of my favorite childhood hymns (and one that continues to encourage me in times of trial).

His Eye is On the Sparrow

Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven and home,
When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

I sing because I’m happy,
I sing because I’m free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.

“Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,
And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;
Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,
When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me

When you think that nothing else could go wrong and then it does, remember in those times that God is right there to prove His faithfulness and maybe to teach you something that you could not have learned any other way.

I pray that someday God allows me to encourage others with my stories of His provision. Do you have stories to share? If you have one, feel free to share it here so we can be reminded that God is at work every day in our lives.

His eye is on the sparrow, so I KNOW he watches me.