Yearning for Adoption

Around Mother's Day this year, I was flipping through photos on Instagram and one made me stop just before I was about to swipe the screen to continue scrolling. Friends of mine that I have only had loose contact with at best for the last couple of years posted a photo of a boy they are in the process of adopting from Haiti. The boy's name is Andy, and in the photo he is smiling from ear to ear. Also captured in the photo is a mother's day card he had sent to his mother Jen. In my heart, I could only imagine the spectrum of emotion that card would bring. With no doubt, tremendous joy would accompany it. To know receive a token of love from a new child would be such an amazing gift. At the same time, thousands of miles currently separate the family. Andy is their son, but he isn't home yet. I was heartbroken for them.

Around the same time as I first saw this instagram picture, I was working on sharing some reflections on Romans 8:22-27 with my students. Here's the text:

22 We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. 23 Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the first fruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption as son, the redemption of our bodies. 24 For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is een is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has? 25But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently. 26 In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints in accordance with God's will.

In a sense, we're all awaiting adoption. We're groaning for it--the land longs for it--all of creation is yearning for it. We desperately long for a world put to rights by God--a world where mercy and justice reign--a world that our vocabulary doesn't quite contain. We lack the words we need to really describe that longing. Yet, when I see a picture of Andy smiling and giving mother's day love, I get somewhat of a grip on it. But even so our prayers for newness sometimes don't seem like enough.

As I prepared for the trip to Malawi with the World Vision/NCM team, I really had no idea what to expect. I was asked to lead a small devotion for the team during the week, and this Scripture immediately came to mind. I knew that ahead of us on the journey would be images and sights that would be difficult to process, so to this Scripture I turned.

I shared with the group Andy's story about groaning for adoption. We reflected about some of the things we saw in the first few days of our visit; forests that had been decimated by arsonists, children running though rock and dirt barefoot, and one in nine or one in ten of the persons we encountered as living with either HIV or Aids. One the other hand, images flooded our minds of water springing up from new wells, noises of livestock and chicken in the villages, and sights of beautiful greens as corn, onions, and beans were growing. The land is groaning for redemption; the land is being made new.

I directed the group to intercessory prayer. The reason I love the Romans 8:22-27 passage so much is because of the hope we have in a Spirit that is able to speak the language of prayer that our words cannot utter no matter how hard we try. I urged everyone just to lift up a name or an experience from the day in the area development projects without giving many more words to it. After each request was presented, we followed the simple liturgy, 'Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy'. In this practice of prayer, we let the Spirit fill in the words we didn't know how to speak.

As we were heading home, I had a serendipitous encounter that I now view as a grace from God. Our flight from Lilongwe to Addis had been delayed, and we worried we were going to miss the flight back to Washington, DC. Upon arrival, we learned that they had held the flight and were waiting for us to board. We rushed through from one gate to the next, breathing a deep sigh because we would make the journey home as planned. I found my seat, plopped down and looked to my right. In that moment I saw one of the most joyous things I have ever seen. There sat a new mother and a new father who were bringing home their adopted child for the first time. In there faces was excitement, nerves, exhaustion, and incredible relief. Through the flight, we shared a bit of conversation. Eric and Carol (from Minneapolis) had been on this journey to adopt for three years. Their son (whose name started with a 'B' and ended with a 'lou'...I wish I could remember it exactly) is 20 months old and came from an orphanage in southern Ethiopia. He was so good on the flight. Finally their longing to have a child of their own had come to fruition.

Often as I sat trying to pass the hours until we were back in the states, I'd look over and just give a half smile. Coming home for Eric and Carol presents a whole new list of challenges but a joy that is greater. When we were getting ready to land I had to tell them: 'I don't know you all, but I just want you to know that I am so happy for you'.

I have joy because as difficult as it is to believe sometimes, God is in the process of adopting us into sonship (and daughtership). One day the adoption will be made complete. Our bodies will be transformed. In the meantime, we who are awaiting our adoption have the opportunity to do things on this earth that are a foretaste of the great adoption that is to come. We care for the marginalized. We take in the orphan. We investigate ways to preserve what God has created. 

And in the meantime our prayers are carried by the Spirit who gives better words to them than might ever be able to conjure. 

Thanks be to God.

Note: The Capozzi Family is still awaiting the adoption of their son Andy to come through. Please join with their family in prayer as they long for him to come home.

I'm going to Malawi

I pastor students, and I take the responsibility to show God's compelling love seriously. God's love compels us to stand against injustice, to bring peace in a violent world, and to see every single human being as created in the imago Dei.

As a means of helping students understand human dignity we participated in a 30 Hour Famine. I partook in a famine in High School, saw it is as a positive experience, so I thought we'd give it a try too. The purpose of the 30 Hour Famine is to go without food for 30 hours in order to gain some sort of an idea of what kids are experiencing all across the world. We also raise money through our efforts. These dollars are sent directly to families to provide means of sustenance and sustainability.

Our group set a pretty basic goal: we wanted to make sure 6 kids were fed and clothed for a year. As news about the famine effort spread throughout our church, everyone got behind our students. By the time all was said and done, we raised enough money for 33 kids to receive good news in the form of bread for a year. For that all we can say is thanks be to God.

In June I received a call from NCM with the invitation to join a team to go to Malawi in conjunction with World Vision to survey what is happening with the funds we raised from the famine. We would have the opportunity to meet families and children who are being given new life and hope. I spoke to my wife Nicole about it, called my boss to see what he thought, and in both instances the response was the same: "You're going, right?"It was a tone to say, if you don't go, you'd be ludicrous. Needless to say, I said I'm there.

Next Thursday, I will be off. I fly into Seattle to meet up with the team for a day of training at the World Vision headquarters. Then we will begin a 27 hour journey to Malawi. We will be there for 5 days. Check out the map below:

I must say I'm humbled by this opportunity to see what God is up to in a world where I am the alien and the stranger. Romans 8 has also been on my mind because I don't really know how to pray for what is ahead. But I do know "the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express" (Rom 8:26). I pray that I may gain some semblance of solidarity with these people, in order to groan as they groan.

I'd love it if you'd be willing to pray along with me. Here are a few ways you:

Pray for the team, especially the students going along. The team consists of a couple of World Vision employees, 4 youth pastors, and 3 students. Pray the students are inspired to a life of passionate following Jesus and working for his redemption.

Pray for my family. Perhaps the most difficult part of this is that I will miss my family so much. Nicole and Britton will be busy the whole time, but leaving them for any period of time is never fun.

Pray for this part of the world. People are hungry and there is much suffering. We're there to see how people are finding avenues not only to get food but to have a consistent supply of food through farming and other work. Yet, the need is still great. We're there to assess how we can develop new ways to end hunger locally and abroad.

You can also keep up with the journey. Here is where you can follow Team Malawi: 

blogging: http://30hourfamine.org/blog/ 

facebook: http://www.facebook.com/wv30hf 

twitter: @30HF 

instagram: 30HF 

God's newness is breaking into this present world despite ourselves and our sinfulness. What a privilege is it to be a hand in the Kingdom of God.

Open Up

The weekend before last, I had the privilege of taking the seniors of our student ministry for a get away trip to Chicago. We did what you do in Chicago.

Like going to Wrigley Field:

And eating at Lou Malnati's:

And observing the skyline from the top of the Hancock:

During our time in Chicago, we talked alot about the next step of their journeys, prayed together, and just relaxed without a rigid schedule. Our time in the city was awesome. But my bet is that all three of the guys would tell you it wasn't the best part of the trip. The best time of the trip would be worshipping with a small hispanic congregation in North Chicago, IL.

I have a friend from Seminary named Edward. Edward and I met in a graduate course that we took at Olivet. We both speak of it as one of the best courses we have ever taken. For any of you interested in taking a course on Pauline studies, do yourself a favor, find Troy Martin, and take the course with him. You will not regret it. Two years later, I was sitting in an NTS classroom and in walked Edward to the room.

Edward pastors a hispanic congregation in North Chicago, IL. When I began to plan this time away with our seniors, I wanted the experience to be more dynamic than simply going and consuming activity. In what I viewed as my last teaching opportunity with them, I wanted them to experience cross-cultural worship and a hospitality they have never seen before. What we ended up finding was a hospitality I had never seen before.

I had arranged with Edward that we would stay with a Belizean family from his congregation. Now I grew up only 9 miles away from the church, and it would have been very easy just to stay at my parent's house, go to church with them, and go back. We had even spent some time at my parent's house early that afternoon to rest some, and one of my students asked, "Hey why don't we just stay here." Again, I wanted them to have to have a different experience than watching movies and laying around.

On that Friday evening, we arrived at their house to drop off our things before we made our way to the church for service. Immediately, Mrs. Estrada asked us to come in a get something to eat. She had prepared for us lamb chops and oh my, they were fantastic. She said over and over to us, "You're very welcome here."

As soon as we walked into the church, we were made family. Folks came to us and welcomed us with a sincerity that I have seen as rare. One of the really neat things about their worship gatherings is that they take time to share a small meal together after the service. Even though there was a bit of a language barrier, we sat and talked with different people from the congregation for about an hour or so after the service. They made us tostadas (which were the truth). Though our language, our skin color, and our culture was different, we felt an incredible sense of belonging.

This was just the beginning. We went back and shared more time with the Estradas after church. The family dynamic was some quite foreign to us. The house consisted of Gregorio and Ada, the heads of the household, their sons, their son's wife, and a friend. Their sons, Greg and Albert, and both in their twenties. They both work, are in school, and contribute to the good of the household.

Perhaps the most profound thing about our time with them is that the next day would be their son Greg's birthday. The night before his mother mentioned that they were going to have a surprise party for him and she would like us to be a part of it. We said sure. The next day, early in the morning we there was a lot of commotion. We all slept in the basement, and at about 7:30 their son Albert woke us up to share in the surprise. They already had several friends over, and within a couple of minutes we were at Greg's bedroom door with his dad knocking on it. He knocked a few times, and out came Greg. We all then sang "Happy Birthday!"

Then there was the food. Belizean Tomalleys. They were big. And there were lots. Then came the Belizean horchata. We sat, ate, and shared conversation all morning.

I'd call it a picture of God's kingdom.

As we prepared to leave, Gregorio asked if he could pray for us as a we went on our way. We gathered in a circle and he prayed in spanish while his son Albert translated for us. It was one of the most open, graceful prayers of blessing I have ever heard.

I've never experienced strangers at a family birthday party. Culture has dictated that these times are sacred family times, and that there are limits to who can come. I left home at the age of 18, and haven't lived there for more than 2 weeks at a time since. I have always felt that if I were to live at home again, I'd be some sort of failure. In my mind, it is you grow up, you leave, and you make your own way.

Yet, love and family were valued over self-sustainability or individual endeavor. They live in the beauty of a family model that is not restricted to the nuclear family. Their friend living with them is family. They still live together as a household even when a son is married. And love compels them to open their home to a youth pastor and three students getting ready to enter college and treat them as family. That's the kingdom, and that is true hospitality.

After we said our thank yous and our goodbyes, I asked the students to reflect on staying there a bit as we drove away. The student who asked me if we could just crash at my parent's house said, "I'm so glad we came here instead of staying there. It was awesome!" I'm glad they were catching on to the incredible grace they were shown.

My hope and my prayer for myself and my students is that their lives would be open to being hospitable. In a culture were we fortress what we value, we have to learn to be open and value giving what we have to those who are in need.