See

This is a re-post of something I worked on last Christmas. I need reminders often, particularly in such a hectic season.

See

See the donkey, bearing Mary,
See the dark and barren stall,
See the Christ Child, squirming, crying,
See the God who made us all.

See the shepherds, breathless, frightened,
See the sky alive with song,
See the travelers with their presents,
See King Herod’s rage grow strong.

See the Teacher, squatting, speaking,
See the crowd that mutters, eats,
See the broken-hearted mother
Hug her child whom Jesus treats.

See the leaders, growing darker,
See the hatred in their hearts,
See the Maker, quiet, moving
Toward the storm that broils, starts.

See the friend betray his Master,
See the frenzy of the crowd,
See the Sovereign Jesus, standing
Waiting there with head bowed.

See the fear in Pilot’s actions,
See the mocking soldiers laugh,
See them beat Him, bruise Him, break Him,
As He ripped the veil in half.

See the angels, vast, unnumbered,
Poised to smite the crowd below,
See the Father, silent, bidding
Evil men to crush their foe.

See the soldiers laughing, gambling,
For the tunic, smooth and whole,
See the broken body, bleeding,
By His wounds to save their soul.

See the realms of darkness shouting
As they view the death they crave,
See the silent women weeping,
Bringing spices to His grave.

See the first soft light of morning,
See the radiant Son arise,
See the claws of death are broken,
See the King has won His prize.

See Him, and in seeing, trust Him,
Let His coming be for you
Not just Christmas cards and gifts, but
Awesome pardon, life made new.

Come

This hymn is good for my heart today.

Come Ye Sinners

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and power.

Come, ye thirsty, come, and welcome,
God’s free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh.

Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all.

View Him prostrate in the garden;
On the ground your Maker lies.
On the bloody tree behold Him;
Sinner, will this not suffice?

Lo! th’incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merit of His blood:
Venture on Him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude.

Let not conscience make you linger,
Not of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel your need of Him.

I will arise and go to Jesus,
He will embrace me in His arms;
In the arms of my dear Savior,
O there are ten thousand charms.

Words: Hart. Music: Walker.

CT2010 Reflections from Executive Chairman

Doug Birdsall, the executive chairman of the Lausanne Movement, sent a "thanksgiving" e-mail reflecting on God's work through Cape Town 2010.

It is far too soon to fully assess the significance of CT2010. Indeed only the Lord truly knows how CT2010 will impact his church and the world in the years to come. As I reflect on the Congress, read blogs, emails and articles from participants, I am in awe of God’s blessings on this gathering. Please join me in praising the Lord...

Read the full letter, including his assessment of some of the most significant impact of the Congress.

Cape Town Reflections: Language, Part 2

The office manager for Cape Town 2010 was a Finnish man named Kari. Kari is a sober-countenanced man with a great work ethic and humble, earnest heart.

At first glance, he may appear a bit on the dour side, but working in the office with him, we soon saw past that. (When the robust conference worship music reverberated through our cubicle office walls, he would say, "Look," with toe tapping to the beat, "I think I am picking up the African rhythm!")

Ben and I worked closely with Kari and grew to love the quiet man. Every day he was in the office before we arrived, with a button-down shirt and suit coat. And every night he was still working after we left (except for the last night, when we walked back to the hotel together at 1am).



Kari acutely felt the pressures of coordinating the office. He was in charge of ordering office supplies (with a very limited budget), coordinating the print jobs for the Congress, overseeing the copy room, and shaping the process for archiving Congress materials (a task which weighed heavily on him).

His English was very good--in fact, I hardly thought about the fact that it wasn't his first language. But one encounter sticks in my mind.

Toward the beginning of the Congress, when each department was in a flurry setting up office space, and the demands on our sparse supplies were mushrooming, some fellow came in with a fairly extensive request. Kari tried to explain that we were trying to share resources among offices as best we could and he couldn't accommodate all he was asking for. The fellow left again, not perfectly satisfied.

Kari looked at me. "Was I too harsh to him?" he asked. I assured him I didn't think he was out of line.

Kari sighed, "It is not easy, you know. You have to think of the right words to say and then think if there are any wrong ways that could be interpreted and what order do the words go in, and with all that you can't always get the emotion in that you mean. You don't know if it is coming across right."

It was a bit of an epiphany to me. Of course, it makes perfect sense that non-native speakers of a language have to work harder to communicate in it. But it made me want to urge everyone who came into our little office to listen with an ear of special grace.

And it made me consider, how often have I been rebuffed or offended by someone's rough tone or curt response, not considering how many other factors are at play in his life? Heaven forbid that I am so obsessed with my own image and identity that I evaluate every nuance and inflection of someone's demeanor as though it related exclusively to me.



I'd like to write more about Kari. Riding up the elevator with Ben on our last morning (having said our final good-byes to him), I told Ben that I suspected he might be one of the greatest spiritual giants we've met. In such a quiet, unassuming form.

Others' Reflections

Here is a series of blog posts from the "official Cape Town 2010 bloggers" about their primary takeaways from the Congress.

Helpful to hear.

Cape Town Reflections: Language, Part 1

Virtually every time we left or returned to our hotel, entered or exited the convention center, or came and went from the hallway of our offices, we passed South African doorkeepers, guards, or porters. And virtually every time we passed them, Ben would greet them with their native tongue (sometimes Afrikaans, but usually Khosa).

“Molo!” (if there was only one… or “Molwheni” if there were multiple), “Kunjhani?”

The first time he greeted the evening doorkeeper at our hotel in Khosa, the man grew so animated I truly thought he might hug him. Every one of those men would beam like a proud parent as Ben tried to learn new words or try out more phrases with them.

I generally hung back, holding Ben’s arm like the smiling, dumb wife (i.e. mute, though the other meaning fit fairly well too).

To be honest, language is for me a place of convenience and ease. In the majority of the world (certainly everywhere I’ve been so far), I have been accommodated in my native tongue. I don’t have to exert myself to communicate, and I assume that I will be able to function as needed in virtually any context.

But other languages are everywhere, not just overseas, and the quick rapport that Ben gained by being a learner of others amazed me. It even led to some significant conversations with a couple men.

More than I realized, I believe learning someone’s language may express honor, interest, a willingness to come into another person’s view of the world. It’s not easy for me, and I probably will never be natural like Ben is, but I hope to grow in it as a way to express love.

Reflections on Cape Town 2010

Ben and I arrived home from Cape Town on Tuesday afternoon. It was a wind-blown entrance (later in the afternoon all but one of the MSP airport runways were closed due to the wind). We were thankful to be home.

The past few days have been a bit foggy. We've been back at work and trying to fit into a normal sleep pattern again. I know my body will acclimate soon.

More than that, I want my heart to sift through all the senses and sounds and lessons of Cape Town 2010 to fully absorb what the Lord may do in my own heart through the time. I may log some of those reflections here in the days ahead.

Thanks to you who prayed during our trip; so many requests were heard and answered. I hope to share some of those stories as well.