Book Review: My Heart in His Hands by Sharon L. James

A few years ago I read the biography of Adoniram Judson (To the Golden Shore by Courtney Anderson) and was really encouraged by it. Since then, I had wanted to read more about his first wife, Ann.

My Heart in His Hands is the story of Ann Judson, among the first group of missionaries to head out from America. Within two weeks of marrying Adoniram, they boarded a boat to India, with the assumption of never returning. They didn’t know where they were going or who they might work with when they got there.

Ann had a great life in early America. She could have lived a very happy, ordinary life here, but God grabbed her heart. I’ve considered international missions, but when I think about it, it’s with things like email and planes. The costs were much higher 200 years ago.

Ann’s life in Burma, where they ended up, was hard. They had to learn the language the hard way, point and naming objects with their tutors. English-speaking people came and went in their lives; most of the time they were alone among foreigners. Tropical diseases and unhelpful medical treatment made it physically difficult as well.

But eventually, they saw the fruit of their labor, and Burmans were coming to Christ. But things weren’t all getting easier—when war came between Britain and Burma, the Burmese government took Adoniram and the other foreign men hostage, chaining them in the filthiest of conditions.

Ann’s actions during this two-year period were the most encouraging to me. She fought day after day, trying to convince every official she could to get better conditions for her husband if not release. She did so pregnant, too, later carrying her young daughter with her as she continued to fight diligently.

And it was her dedication first to her God and then to her husband that lead to her early death. As I read that her final word of pain was in Burmese, I bawled. I haven’t cried that hard at a book in a long time.

I strongly recommend this biography.

Book Review: Radical by David Platt

Radical: Taking Back Your Faith from the American Dream is about just that: rescuing American Christians from the deadly kudzu of the “American Dream.”

He’s not saying that America=evil or that everything within our culture is bad, but that there are harmful ideas that we have bought and followed without discernment, becoming normal in the American church.

I don’t really know where to start on this review.  In some ways, I only need to say: go out and buy it (it would be worth buying at twice its $10-12 price tag, and when you’re done with it, lend/give it to someone else).

When I first got my hands on this, I did what I do to every book: look to see how many actual pages it had (secret: I do the math to figure out how many pages I need to read in each book per day to finish it by the date that I want).  At the very end, I noticed it has 5 things he wants the reader to commit to, and leaves room for you to write out how you’re going to carry them out.  I read them before I read the rest of the book, and I thought, “Ehh, those are good, but I’ve heard all that before.”  But when I read the book and then got to that section?

You bet I was praying, asking God’s forgiveness for neglecting these simple things and praying through how I was going to re-implement them in my life.

This book was the perspective change that I needed.  This book is the perspective change that the American church needs.

If you want to know more about what Radical is about, check out the video on the bottom of the homepage of the book’s website.  You can even sign up to read the first chapter for free.  But really, you need to read chapters 6 (“How Much is Enough?: American Wealth in a World of Poverty”) and 7 (“There is No Plan B: Why Going is Urgent, Not Optional”).

Chapter 6 hits on the very topic God has been working on in me: that I’m abundantly wealthy (yes, in a worldly sense) and I squander that wealth on myself (more on this in an upcoming blog post).

In chapter 7, David Platt walks simply through 7 Biblical truths that makes participation in missions mandatory for all Christians (going, praying, sending, and/or supporting).  Nothing new for me, but this was the simplest and most logical presentation I’ve seen.  Kind of a “duh” thing.

While I’ve been blessed to have heard a lot of this before from the ministries I have participated in and my church that I love, I needed to hear it again.  The American Dream is so easy to get caught up in.  It’s easier to join in the pursuit of a better living, fun gadgets, and being well-dressed than it is to live sacrificially and simply so that I can bless others with the blessings He’s blessed me.  After all, I don’t want to be weird, do I?

But indeed, the Christian faith as laid out in the Bible is radical.  When we try to soften it’s commands and examples, we’re wrong.

I don’t know what else to say to convince you to read this book.

World Travel

departureI spend a lot of time pondering.  There’s a lot of subjects I ponder (do we all see colors the same, will we sleep in heaven, will we one day have electronic chips in our heads to communicate instead of cell phones), but one that I come back to again and again is the marvel that is modern transportation.

I enjoy reading missionary biographies, and to read about their commitment to the cause is incredible.  When they set sail for India or China without having  a clue of the conditions they would face, they were leaving for good with no thought of coming back “home.”  It took a lot of time and money to travel (not to mention that it was miserable) so it was a one-time thing usually.

And here I am two days away from jetting halfway across the world for the third time to spend one week in Turkey.  ONE WEEK.

I can’t get over how easy this is.  Not that it’s entirely pleasant or that everything about it is easy, but the stress and worries related to world travel now are nothing compared to what they were 150 years ago.

I know I’m incredibly blessed.

While we’re on the topic, if you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go? I always say that I want to go back to Turkey (check), go to Rome (hopefully this summer), and go to Australia (no plans in the works, other than reading the Tomorrow series).  How about you?

Photo by chaosinjune

If Your Kid Goes Missing, You’ll Know Where to Look

I love my kids at church, I really do. They are such a huge blessing to me. It makes me melt when a girl I’ve had in previous years comes up and tells me that they wish they were still in my Awana group or when one of my former Sunday school students wave at me from across the crowed sanctuary. Several kids have started to write me letters too, which totally speaks my love language. Sometimes I just want to take them all home with me.

Yesterday was mission emphasis Sunday, so I was able to teach my kindergarten Sunday School class about one of my favorite countries. Oh, definitely bringing together a couple of my great loves! We talked a little bit about how they speak Turkish, and one kid, whose parents are highly involved in the Spanish ministry at our church, told me “I know what ‘red’ is in Spanish.” It was all I could do to keep from laughing, because I’m pretty sure that he’s been raised bilingual. That, and most of the kids in our class know a little Spanish anyway (thank you, Dora…though to give the parents/schools some credit, many are studying Spanish as a part of their schooling).

But hey, no one called Turkey “Chicken” this year like my group did last year.

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I’m thankful that my church is both kid-friendly and mission-driven. I don’t think I could have picked a better church home to fall in love with.