Allow me to expand on the Christmas Tree (if you can't see it my prayers are with you) of words I posted...was it yesterday?
Wednesday Night I spoke about Spiritual Gifts. Mainly, 1 Corinthians 12:4-11. The more and more I prayed into it, and the more and more I allowed God to mold me and the message through His Spirit, the more and more I began to get out of what I was preparing.
"Now there are different kinds of Spiritual Gifts, but it is the same Holy Spirit who is the source of them all. There are different kinds of service in the church, but it is the same Lord we are serving. There are different ways God works in our lives, but it is the same God who does the work through all of us." 1 Corinthians 12:4-6 (NLT)
This sounds vaguely familiar if you sat in on last Wednesday's discussion. When you re-read the parts in purple, and then compare it to verse 13, the argument for unity in diversity really comes to the forefront. We see that though we may be "Jews or Greeks," and though there may be "different kinds of Spiritual Gifts/service/ways for God to work in our lives," it is God that unites us all in His Spirit.
Call me crazy, but I find the Apostle Paul to be outright crazy-smart. The rest of Wednesday Night was built around this theme and verse 7, "To each is given the manifestation of the Spirit for the common good (church)." (NOAB) The main charge of what I wanted to communicate was God manifests Himself in our lives in diverse ways through the power of the Holy Spirit, yet we are brought together by that Spirit and the manifestation in order to protect/preserve/expand the church -- or Kingdom, depending on your view.
It was good, at least, it was good for me.
Aside from this, I am struggling with my position. I feel like what I'm doing isn't really building into a part of a long-term vision. In fact, I've got about 2 months to the day left working with these kids. Add in the obvious that they're not exactly my culture and that I'm not actually a part of their church community and you find me at the state I'm in now. I'm not feeling as if what I'm doing is worth it. I am getting valuable training and experience that can be hard to get elsewhere -- even in Belton, of all places -- but it's really hard for me to get up every morning and have the burning desire to connect with the kids. I'm afraid that a month after I'm gone, most of what I'll have worked on over the summer will amount to a fun summer with a whiteboy who talked too much in their hearts and memories. The spanish church is supportive and excited about my presence and involvement with the youth, but I don't really know how much good I'm going to do.
In my opinion, if I were to honestly do some legitimate, lasting good for their family, I would need to take over teaching every Wednesday Night and Sunday Morning. Anahi, the pastor's daughter who has been serving as temporary "youth minister" for these kids, would take a passenger's seat to the summer's activities and I would devote most of my time with her to training her to cast a vision, develop a strategy to bring that vision to life, and then put it in action. However, that's not what's going on. Instead, I teach on Wednesday's and she on Sunday's, and our relationship is one of mutual status and respect. Works out fine, except it's kind of lazy, considering what I could be doing.
Don't get me wrong, I like that I have a good relationship with Anahi and that I'm getting to do as much as I am doing. The problem is that I'm starting to not feel content with the direction things are going and the effort I'm putting into it versus the projected returns I'm anticipating. I'm beginning to wonder if maybe I should consider some sort of meeting with Anahi and explain to her the change of plan and put into practice something more like what I described above; or if I should just keep my mouth shut, teach a mediocre lesson, talk the talk, and get my paycheck at the end of the month; or pray that God helps me figure it out, because I don't really feel like it's working.
That aside, Sunday Morning was interesting, to say in the least. The youth completed a Spiritual Gift inventory from Aubrey Malphurs' book Maximizing Your Effectiveness. The results were incedibly thought provoking. I had somewhere in the neighborhood of 14 inventories turned in. There were 11 different gifts on the inventory, but the Top 5 were supposed to be the "Gift Cluster." There was a possible 5-25 points for every gift, depending on the answers given for various questions. So, if every youth had 25 points for one particular gift, the composite score of that gift for the group would be 350 (please note that this is not official according to Malphurs' book. I'm using my own method of adding all the scores for each different gift together. I made it up.), and the lowest it could score would be 0, if none had it (this is according their reported Gift Clusters).
The gift of Faith had a composite group score of 202. The lowest gift was Teacher, at 15. This caused me to wonder if gifts can be shaped by culture. Maturity is obvious, but I wonder if I gave the inventory to 14...forgive me "white" youth if the highest composite group score would be for another gift. Interesting thought for me.
The only thing else I have to add at this point is that I began my summer study on Greek last Thursday. My dad found out he had skin cancer (melanoma) Friday the 1st, and he had surgery to remove it on Thursday the 7th at Medical City Dallas. While we were waiting for his surgery time, he ran me through the basics of the Greek alphabet, the nature of dipthongs, breathing marks, and basic punctuation. I also made flash cards of the alphabet and practiced reading and pronouncing vocabulary words from the dictionary, starting with "Alpha." Pretty cool stuff. Daniel, if you're reading this, you're going to be so jealous.
Thanks for reading.
Monday, June 11, 2007
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