Your NFC

Your NFC is a weekly newsletter featuring events and ministries as well as articles from our pastors and members. Your NFC is distributed via e-mail each Friday or can be read here.

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Your NFC – April 21, 2017

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by Olivia Wilson

These past few months of working with Michelle in my role as intern for Children and Family Ministries at NFC have flown by! I taught a wonderful bunch of kindergarteners in Sunday school and watched them grow and develop their relationship with Jesus and with one another. I also got to be part of game nights for the older kids. Planning intergenerational game nights allowed me to also see other members of the church.

My internship has been filled with many different opportunities and projects. A main project was developing the safety plan I hope many of you have heard about or seen if you teach Sunday school. It was a large, time-consuming project that we hope will give you peace in knowing outlines and procedures to be followed if an emergency were to happen. All the plans are laid out, so all you have to do is grab the handbook to know what to you need to do for each specific circumstance.

I am so glad I got to work with Michelle in Children and Family Ministries. It has taught me a lot about myself and has let me grow as an individual and as part of a team. Thank you to all who came to a game night or let me teach your children in Sunday school. It has been a blessing to do all of the activities I have done this year. I will not be the intern here next school year because I will be assigned a new placement. Have a wonderful summer break with your kiddos. Maybe I will see some of you around town. Hope so!

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Your NFC – April 14, 2017

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by Zach Maurer

During the summer of 2016, I interned at the NWYM office with Rachelle Staley in the youth/young adult department. She told my coworker Jess Ice and me that we were going to Quaker Cove to run a training program on child abuse prevention in order to better equip the caretakers, Liz and Karl Seume.

On the drive, Rachelle described the condition of the camp before Liz and Karl arrived. Stories of random strangers walking along the campgrounds, the burial site of a Native American being discovered on the property. Then her stories changed into how God had provided—sending mostly new mattresses the morning before a camp started, ways the community came together to patch up and work on the camp. As we arrived, I was astonished by how normal the camp looked, and the area was gloriously beautiful.

We stayed only two days but long enough to hear stories of camp transformation, and I was even able to help out. Many things ran through my head, but I had one constant thought: …they have done all this in a year. And with four kids under the age of five! That’s amazing, but they need more help.

I finished my internship and looked for new work. My heart was burdened with a desire to serve, and after a disappointing rejection I decided to connect with the Seumes about Quaker Cove.

I came up here out of love, to work as hard as I could to help my fellow Quakers in their task. And I admit I would have left by the third month if God had not strengthened my desire to help the Seumes for no pay except the cabin roof above my head.

After a jam-packed college curriculum, it feels nice to be able to set work aside at the end of the day. In the mornings when I check in with the Seumes for my assignment, I get myself ready for the joy and laughter that comes from James, Amelie, and Benny. I’m told the kids have a calm side when I’m not around, but I don’t believe that for a second. Life here at the camp is simple and from it I find peace.

Living in this section of Washington, where I know no one and communication technology regularly fails, causes isolation. I miss all my friends, family, and community in Oregon. But God has provided with some friends and bible groups where I get my weekly dose of socialization.

I struggle too. Some jobs are tedious, cleaning the cabins for the umpteenth time, knowing I will do this same job in a couple weeks. Some jobs are frightening as I climb steep rooftops to kill moss, and some are just work—cutting boards for this or that project and digging or painting for another. But I’m here to work, and in some strange way, that is love.

I recently heard that love toward a significant other has a few stages that begin with a fiery passionate love. You just want to hold your partner forever because you are intoxicated by their presence. Then stage two arrives and the adorable qualities become mundane, and you wonder whether you are with the right person. I feel I am in stage two. I’m no longer a superhero rushing off to save this camp. My desire to make a difference has evolved into living out each day and doing my normal routine. I no longer feel called to this work. I continue to work but I know that this is not where my journey is meant to end. Still, I can see transformation! Whether I leave tomorrow or at the end of September, a part of my heart and soul will always reside here, for I have bonded with the Seumes and their care and compassion for this camp. The glory belongs to God, who has used my work here to spread love these past seven months.

Love is tricky. Everyone has the power to make a difference in someone else’s world. It doesn’t have to be working at a camp for free. It could be going off to teach English at a university in China; it could be working as a busser, cleaning dishes for barely minimum wage. When we remember we are always living out love, we begin to change the world. And what a world it will be.

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Your NFC – April 7, 2017

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by Gregg Koskela
lead pastor

Around 25 years ago, I first started hearing Steve Fawver and Shawn McConaughey talk about trips to San Luis, Mexico, to build houses for those in need. Back then, youth from Newberg Friends and North Valley Friends would join Getaway/Giveaway, an organization started by Clyde Parker, pastor at Eugene Friends Church. The joy of serving, eating tacos (or great food at “the chicken place”), and building community by working alongside people from our churches was compelling, and I wanted to have the opportunity to join.

About 12, maybe 15 years ago, NFC and North Valley Friends formed a new organization of our own, called Equipo. Jim Fisher and Leslie Murray and many others wanted to change the model a bit. Rather than just go build houses and then leave, the goal was to establish a relationship with one church in San Luis, so that over years, relationships could be built. I loved hearing that…and I wanted to have the opportunity to join.

Over the last five or six years, I’ve listened to Eric Muhr talk about further exciting changes Equipo was making. Nueva Esperanza, the church in San Luis, was taking more and more ownership: choosing the families who would have houses built, continuing relationships with those people, working with DIF (the Mexican equivalent of our DHS)…and I wanted to have the opportunity to join.

In past years, family situations or work responsibilities kept me from going. But two years ago, I decided that I was going on this Equipo trip no matter what. Our youngest daughter, Aubrey, and I joined 56 others from 2nd Street, West Chehalem, North Valley, and NFC. And all the things I’ve been excited about over the years as I’ve listened to the stories proved to be better than I imagined when I saw them for myself!

On the long van ride on the way down, I listened to Erinn Baker from North Valley. She’s a junior at George Fox, and she has been coming to San Luis since she was a freshman in high school. She’s now on the leadership team for Equipo and has gone to San Luis on advance teams, become close enough to consider Pastor Rafael and Vene her family, and spent enough time working with DIF that they are telling her she can come work and intern for them when she graduates. Her love and respect for people there was compelling.

We arrived Saturday night. Sunday night, Nueva Esperanza hosted a dinner and worship meeting. They invited all the people from the church and those for whom homes had been built in the past to come join us and meet us. I saw with my own eyes how amazing it is to stay relationally connected, as hugs and laughter and tears were exchanged
between some from our team and those they had built homes for 2, 4, 6, and 8 years ago.

For three days on our work site, I hammered nails and carried and cut plywood boards with Javier. Equipo built his home in 2013, and this was the third time that he was coming back to join us in helping build someone else’s home. He brought a lot of joy to our work crew, not to mention saving us by his skilled work.

And on the last day, I saw 20 or 30 people from Nueva Esperanza travel around with us to visit all the homes we had built. This church had spent the previous 18 months volunteering to build the first story of two of the homes we built, which meant they already knew these families. They were the hands and feet of Jesus long before we arrived, and will be long after we have returned home. My respect for that church could not be higher.

I am so grateful for the chance to see for myself what an amazing ministry partnership Equipo has become! This is something to celebrate.

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Your NFC – March 31, 2017

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by Elizabeth Todd (center)

Recently I talked to several Friends who wondered about making a 2-year + commitment in the Middle East. I want for them what I have had: a home church that loves them and stands ready to discern, prepare, pray, give, teach, encourage, and listen. Friends in a gathered community who say “yes” to extending local ministry on the other side of the sea – not as something exotic but as something genuinely personal, sustained over time.

The love and efforts of Friends in a gathered community make ministry possible – there and here. God gives us this love for the “world” and asks us to embody it in particular places, to particular people.

For three years I’ve been in Ramallah. And as I learn, love, live, and serve, I see my communities coming closer together. Perhaps reading this will help, but probably the best I can do is to share pictures of some of the Middle Eastern Muslims and Christians I love. They help tell about being a Friend of Jesus there and, I hope, invite us to be steadfast in the face of distraction, struggle, and disappointment.

Since October, visa requirements meant I needed to return to Oregon for six months.

Among other things, I learned to knit. As I think about people I know and love in Ramallah, I knit and pray—18 “shoulder cozies” (something between a scarf and a cowl) to give on my return. Isn’t it amazing that two knitting needles, yarn, steady effort, and knitting mentors can bring something new into being? Nate Macy wrote a prayer song about God’s work in knitting. It speaks to my condition, asking God for tender-hearted resilience.

Knitting is quiet, and I thought a lot about how we “landed” in Ramallah four years ago to explore, discern, and seek the road to long-term ministry and the blessings that have already come: laughter, learning, community building, faith, hope, and love. Along with the practical parts of my job, I’ve been learning what it means to be a Friend of Jesus in the Middle East, in a context of distress, trauma, grief, hopelessness, bitterness, rage, and anger.

I don’t want to minimize the challenge of what we have done and are attempting. And it is clear we need God’s help and the beloved community to find our way forward.

This work requires divine intervention to open doors and the muster of people who want to see God’s kingdom come on earth as it is in heaven. Here are some things I pray.

1. When I return April 11, I will face into a transition to long-term presence with decisions about visa, assignment, and team to emerge over time. I believe God calls us to the place where the world’s need and our deep gladness meet. I need to find that in a context that also allows me legal residence.
2. The change in the U.S. envoy to Israel may change the access we have and the level of violence in the area. I pray for our leaders to have wisdom and act with justice, mercy, and humility.
3. While there, I usually feel safe and welcomed as a guest. Yet I also drive through flashpoints of contention that are sometimes violent and/or roads close, so I’m not able to get where I want to be. It isn’t safety and security alone I need, but God’s help with peace, courage, and wisdom.
4. With the challenges of Northwest Friends these days and ones in my own church, it is easy to feel disoriented and wonder what will come. I need to release this to Friends at home and trust my community to find their way forward.

Overall, despite the trouble in the world, I want to keep my balance or at least, like a weeble-wobble, return upright with some buoyancy. And it encourages me to have Friends who, in a world of uncertainties, join me in setting a rock of Ebenezer: thus far has the Lord helped us. Then we go forward with all the gumption and grit God gives us.

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Your NFC – March 24, 2017

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by Janelle Nordyke
president, Margaret Fell Friends Women

You may ask what in the world is Margaret Fell Friends Women? Good question! It’s a women’s group made up mostly of women who attend Newberg Friends Church. You may also wonder why you haven’t heard much about this group? I’m glad you asked!

To begin with a little history, the Friends Women organization was started by a couple of sisters who attended Newberg Friends Church back in the early 1940s. Their names were Julia Pearson and Marie Haines. They had a concern for women missionaries who had left their home churches and families to share the Good News of Jesus Christ to the people of Bolivia and Peru. Back in those days, traveling to a foreign country meant taking a boat or a plane and spending either a couple of weeks on the boat or a few days going by plane. The missionaries often lived in places without adequate plumbing and running water, making it necessary to always boil their water and schedule cooking and washing clothes when electricity and running water were available. Snail mail and telegram were the only ways for missionaries to communicate with those in the States—and vice versa. Mail could take up to several weeks and telegrams were expensive, so telegrams were limited to emergency contact, unless it was celebrating the birth of a child!

Concern for the safety, well-being, and loneliness of the women missionaries was of great concern to these sisters. So they organized a group of women to specifically pray for these missionary women, raise funds for special projects, and send cards and letters of encouragement. These groups sprouted up all around the yearly meeting and were officially united as NWYM of Friends Women in 1945.

When these missionary women came back to the States to raise funds (called deputation or home assignment) many would share of their experiences with these Friends Women groups and thank them for their spiritual, financial, and emotional support. It was also a way for the missionaries to put faces to the women who had been praying for them while they were sharing Jesus Christ with the people of Bolivia and Peru, and around the world. Hearing missionary stories and seeing how God worked in the lives of people they served benefitted both missionaries and supporters.

Newberg Friends Church started with a Friends Women group that met once a month during the day. Margaret Fell Friends Women formed in 1963 as an offshoot of this group, meeting once a month in the evening. Carolyn Staples was the first president, bringing her infant son, Don, with her. The purpose of Margaret Fell Friends Women is still the same: to pray for women missionaries, raise funds for special projects, and send cards and letters of encouragement.

Margaret Fell Friends Women meets the 4th Monday from August through May from 7 to 8:30 p.m., usually at Spaulding Oaks Community Center. Most of our meetings begin with refreshments, followed by a short devotional and a few minutes spent taking care of current business. We then take an offering that helps cover membership in Friends Women, followed by a missions-related speaker (often one of the women missionaries we pray for). We end with a time of prayer for our women missionaries around the world, specifically women missionaries from NFC, NWYM, and from EFM (Evangelical Friends Mission).

The projects NWYM of Friends Women groups support vary each year but range from: providing funds to purchase bibles in China and Russia; providing retreat funds for Teaching Abroad teachers; providing hospitality funds for Friends Serving Abroad in Russia; providing funds for Discipling for Development (Rwanda); and even providing funds for projectors and toilets! Each year Margaret Fell Friends Women signs up to support a dollar amount toward these projects. Funds for our support of the projects comes from serving the coffee break and lunch on Saturday during Yearly Meeting Mid-Year Boards, usually the end of January. NFC members who participate in these Mid-Year Boards help provide our support for these projects, so thank you! And our missionaries (Friends Serving Abroad) thank you as well!

If you would like to be part of Friends Women, two groups that meet are:

• Margaret Fell Friends Women meets the 4th Monday from August through May at 7 p.m., usually at Spaulding Oaks Community Center. (See below for a schedule of the next three meetings.)
• Julia Pearson Friends Women meets the 3rd Wednesday from September through April at 1:30 p.m. at Friendsview Retirement Community, Hess Creek Classroom.

If you aren’t able to attend during these times and want to start a new group, please contact me. Or if you want to help support some of these Friends Women projects, also contact me. I’m in the directory!

Margaret Fell Friends Women Monthly Meeting Dates:

• March 27, 2017, 7-9 pm—speaker: Retha McCutchen, interim superintendent for NWYM; location: Spaulding Oaks Community Center, 1100 N Meridian St.
• April 24, 2017, 7-9 pm—speaker, Cindy Johnson; location: Spaulding Oaks Community Center, 1100 N Meridian St.
• May 22, 2017, NEW! 6-8 pm—speaker, Stuart Willcuts. Potluck at NFC social hall. Watch for more details.

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Your NFC – March 17, 2017

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by Heidi Tschan

Initially, being asked to write for Your NFC was surprising and a little weird. Those around the church who know me, whether through children’s ministries or NFC Bells, have probably noticed a distinct lack of my presence around the building since the fall. I’ve been going through some big life changes that have taken me farther from Newberg, and I think maybe that’s actually why this is good timing. I hope that as our church moves forward through the discernment process, maybe I can offer some encouragement to those who find themselves struggling.

Life changes are hard! It doesn’t matter whether they’re for better or worse, they can be stressful. I would say my life changes have been mostly for the good. But…that doesn’t mean it hasn’t been a challenge. As I’ve shared at times during devotionals with the handbell choir, I’ve struggled with mental health since high school. Usually it just drains my energy, but sometimes it can feel like I’m constantly arguing with myself. I found it wonderfully appropriate that I was asked to write this while I was reading through the book of Job, where I recognized some of my own internal struggle in his back-and-forth with his friends. Some of you may recognize that inner struggle, whether personally or in the community. For when times get dark, I want to share my thoughts on Christ as Light that I’ve been holding onto since our family lit the Christ candle several Christmases ago.

One of the principles that stuck with me from way back as a high school freshman in biology is this: there is no true cold, only an absence of heat; there is no true dark, only an absence of light. Now, growing up a voracious reader, I would often find myself up in the living room well after the rest of the family had gone to bed. On some of my better nights, I would remember to leave my bedroom light on so I could easily find my way once I turned off the living room lights. Some nights were more challenging though. Maybe my door was only cracked and not wide open, so there was less light. Maybe there were more obstacles on the floor. Maybe I misjudged where the coffee table corner was. Worst of all, maybe I hadn’t left my light on at all! At those times though, all was not lost. There was no true darkness. (There is no true darkness). From the hallway, around a corner, there came the faint glow of the thermostat. That would be my lifeline. The journey might take longer as I second-guessed my path, but as long as I could focus on that small glow, I knew I would get around the corner and find my bedroom (with all the warmth and comfort that implies).

This is the image I keep with me when I’m going through hard patches. Jesus is my thermostat. If I have him, I can find my way eventually. No matter how hard it might seem while the journey is in progress. If we know where to adjust our eyes and hearts, we can find that path to (Jesus, God, wholeness, Shalom, _____).

So, my hope for myself and our congregation is that this little imagery might be comforting. Life is a big mix of good and bad, easy and tough, dark and light. But we’re not alone in the darkness as long as we have each other and Jesus. Darkness is temporary and incomplete. The light of love of God is forever and unconquerable.

Heidi Tschan is a Newberg native, George Fox graduate, and recent transplant to Salem. She has grown up as a regular NFC attender, TRFC camper and volunteer, and 3rd/4th grade Sunday school teacher. Heidi recently bought her first house in Salem while still working in Newberg. Outside of work and church, she has been involved with theaters in Salem and McMinnville, singing, sewing, and being a nerd.

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Your NFC – March 10, 2017

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by Steve Fawver
spiritual health and care

As most of us know we have entered a two-month time of intentional discernment as a body here at Newberg Friends. The NWYM (our denomination) is being restructured and we have decisions to make that have implications for us all. As I have been in this process I find myself saying, “Nothing has changed and everything has changed…” I would guess that if each of us stop and consider the day before the NWYM decision and the day after we would be able to list many values, hopes, and callings of Christ that have not changed. But I know for me the day after this decision I realized that some practical things have changed. We have decisions before us that have implications for our daily life together. Things around Newberg Friends will not be the same no matter what choices we make as individuals and as a community. While this does raise up feelings of grief, pain, loss, and wonderment, today I want to name some core things that have not changed in me.

  • I care for this community deeply and will live into the call to pastor (shepherd) us in this process of transition and change.
  • I commit to be open to listen to Christ and let the Spirit move in and through me.
  • I commit to do what I can to have open hands and an open heart.
  • I commit to live into the call to be careful with my words, actions, and attitudes.
  • I commit to seek to help us all live into the calls of Christ that are rising up within us.
  • I commit to pray for you and us all that we keep in step with the Spirit (Galatian 5:25) of Christ.
  • I commit to continue to remind myself and us all to keep seeking to do the kingdom work of God in this world.

The decisions before us need to be made and many things will look different. I wonder how we might make sure that these next months (and even years) we can be people that seek to bless one another. How might we reach out and be a blessing to those with whom we disagree? How might we speak words that bless and affirm the Imago Dei (Image of God) in each person? The decisions we make are important, but the heart of love that we have is primary. May we be a community that loves one another deeply no matter what!

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Your NFC – March 3, 2017

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King of the Cab
a poem by David Thomas, written from his memories as a four-year-old missionary kid in Bolivia

I stand tall, feet spread, braced, comfortable.
My arms rest on the back of the bench seat in the cab of the pickup.
I face the wide front window
Relaxed, but intense, ready to take everything in.

We’re going on a trip, and nothing could be better.
It’s me, my dad and some hermanos.
We’re up and out of La Paz, into the campo.
We’ve got many miles ahead of us.
We get to drive all day!

There is so much to see, so much to imagine.
You never know what we’ll experience
We might see vicuña or a condor
We’ll probably get to cross a river.
It might even be deep enough to splash over the hood!

We might be going high into the mountains above the Altiplano, up to Pacajes,
Or maybe we’ll drive down into the steep Yungas valleys to Coroico or Caranavi,
At night in the jungles, the bushes and trees flash by.
Maybe we’ll see a puma jump across the road, frozen for a split second in our headlights.
It’s best to always pay attention,

Sometimes we’re lucky and get a flat tire or engine trouble.
Then we get to fix the problem.
Usually just one tire goes flat, but if two go flat then we get to patch the tube.
Of course Dad does the work, but I can help; I hold the lug nuts.

Sometimes we get stuck in mud, or a landslide blocks the road,
Then the fun multiplies as we get to work our way through the mess.
Even with so much excitement I get tired,
I sit down next to Dad. I see no road, just the bright red dashboard.
I doze off; an hermano makes me comfortable.
But soon I wake and stand up again.
I’ve got to pay attention—there is so much to see.

I don’t want to miss the shapes of the clouds.
The sky is always trying to tell me a story.
I might miss a dragon!
I listen to the laughter and stories we share in the cab.
The landscape keeps changing around me.
I need to keep my mind wide open, to dream, to listen, to see.

Later when it’s getting dark, with hours of driving still to go,
I lay my head down on Dad’s lap.
I see the steering column and feel the wheel turning an inch from my face.
Dad’s legs, feet, and arms are moving,
Acting without thought as he pays attention to the road.
A sweater makes this active, bony, uneven bed more comfortable.
I watch his feet on the pedals,
Quick, precise, steady, sure, safe.
I see the wires and dust under the dash,
I feel the heater on my face,
My hand brushes the dust on the floor.
Content, bouncing, confident, dusty, satisfied—I fall asleep,
I know I will wake up ready for some more wonder-filled adventures.

Years have passed—other roads in other lands,
filled with adventures and problems to solve,
and many wonderful companions along the way,

It’s late now, and there are still miles of road to go.
I sit down and rest.

Who is in the driver’s seat now?
Where does my Father want to take me?
Am I ready to be King of the Cab again?
Am I ready to stand up and take in the road?

I’m only 46, my best years still ahead.
Father, with you in the driver’s seat,
I take my place standing tall, feet braced wide, comfortable.
I can’t wait to see what’s ahead.
I’m here, I’m ready, let’s go!

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Your NFC – February 24, 2017

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Working with Young People

by Taylor Swan

As a young adult with no college degrees and no consistent income, I learned a few years back to avoid the question, “What do you do for a living?” I didn’t feel I had the right answer. Lately, however, I’ve found a response I like, “I’m a Young Life leader.” In the last couple years, God has focused my life on loving and serving youth through Young Life. It’s not technically how I “make a living,” but it is a major part of how I go about living. Being a Young Life leader is a style of life formed by choices and unusual events in which I get to try every day to love young people and live life with them.

One day I might be making pancakes that have more chocolate chips than flour because “they’re better that way.” On another day I might cry with a 7th grader as he grieves yet another breakup – his third that week. On an especially tough day, I might drive a kid to court where his mom waits for him as a witness against his dad. On a fun day, I might spend hours kicking a soccer ball around and telling silly jokes that don’t even make sense.

On this roller-coaster ride of middle school ministry, it can be challenging to stay focused. Young Life’s mission is this: to introduce students to Jesus and help them grow in their faith. Sounds easy – some people even make it look easy – but I’ve found it to be pretty complicated. Eighth grade students, the age I’m currently working with, have so many challenges and struggles, many of which I’ve never experienced myself. It makes me marvel at their character and resilience.

Sometimes I wonder if God uses the students to teach me more than he uses me to teach them. Here’s some of what I’m learning:

Play. God made us to enjoy life together and with him. The New Testament epistles talk a lot about rejoicing, no matter the difficulties we face. In working with middle schoolers, I see families divide, parents die, and kids get expelled; but even in unimaginably tough times, these kids find joy and join in play together. The same is true with ruined plans. We planned to go sledding this last winter. We arrived at the same time as the rain. Instead of giving up in the middle of a slushy, muddy Hoover Park, we found a new game: Who could end the day wearing the least amount of mud? There was lots of slipping, tackling, and laughing.

Adventure. God made a world for us to explore. Every time I hang out with students it’s an opportunity for discovery. Trees are so much more interesting when you get to know them personally, top to bottom. Bugs have much more to reveal when you sit at their level or take time to build them a mansion. Life seems more real and more full when we live each moment eager to engage every experience God puts in front of us.

Trust. I had no idea how bad I was at trusting my heavenly Father until I saw what great trust these kids put in us Young Life leaders. The trust they put in me is humbling. So often when we plan an event, students don’t question or try to take control; they just show up and jump in. I think I’m often too busy trying to point out to God how I could plan things better that I forget to just sit back and enjoy his plan as it unfolds. My fists are often too tightly clenched. I don’t open them enough to receive the blessings God lavishes on me.

From their creative playfulness to their optimistic faith, middle schoolers have a lot to teach us. Maybe that’s part of what Jesus meant: “Truly I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.”

God is working in the youth of Newberg. He’s working in Young Life, in Newberg Friends Church, and in many other youth programs around town. It’s exciting. The harvest is plenty, but the workers are relatively few. Please pray with me that God will keep sending workers into this amazing, silly, and crazy harvest field. You might also pray, “God, are you calling me to work with youth?” You never know. God might want to use middle school students to make a difference in your life the same way they’ve been making a difference in mine.

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