Three Warning Letters I Wish I had Received, and a 4th I made sure I got)

Three Warning Letters I Wish I had Received, (and a 4th I made sure I got)

This Saturday, March 19, I expect to celebrate my 84th birthday. Since my life divides nicely into four 21-year segments, I wrote four messages to my four selves.

Dear 21-year-old Jack, as I look back at your age 0 to 21 years,
I thank God:

  • For keeping you safe through the war under Nazi-occupied Holland and for bringing you to Canada.
  • For giving you the faith to accept God’s offer of salvation.
  • For your high school girlfriend who led you into a good church and from there to attend Bible school.

As I look ahead to your age 21 to 42 years, I warn you to be careful in your relationships with girlfriends. Instead, trust God to help you find a wife for you to treasure and to become the most important woman in your life with whom to raise a family and serve God together. Then confirm these priorities to focus a life of love: to God, to your wife, to your kids, and your ministry, in that order!

 Dear 42-year-old Jack, as I look back at your age 21 to 42 years,
I thank God:

  • For favouring you with Jo as your wife, and the mother of your three daughters, and choosing your family to live with the Canela people of Brazil and translate his Word into their language.
  • For raising ministry partners to support you in your life ministry through prayer, gifts and encouraging letters.
  • For your daughters’ love for God and for helping them to excel in their studies, in Belem and on several furloughs.

As I look ahead to your age 42 to 63 years, I warn you not to forget that the Canelas and the translation program belong to God, not to you. He is in control of the timing, not you. I also urge you to trust God to prepare you, in his own way, for a post-Canela ministry.

Dear 63-year-old Jack, as I look back at your age 42 to 63 years,
I thank God:

  • For leading you to repent after you had blasphemed Him, casting doubt on His power, wisdom, and love, after you lost your trust in Him to know the end from the beginning.
  • For allowing you and Jo to complete the Canela translation program despite satanic attacks on you both and to answer your prayers for your three daughters to choose the right husbands.
  • For placing you in two top Wycliffe leadership positions, which led to your on-going true-story-based writing ministry promoting Bible translation.

As I look ahead to your age 63 to 84 years, I urge you forget about retiring from ministry but to focus on your life verse, “He that sows bountifully will reap bountifully,” and grab every opportunity to speak and write. You may well be travelling extensively, possibly without Jo, so trust her to handle important issues, and, together, keep building a strong relationship with your daughters and their families.

Dear 84-year-old Jack, as I look back at your age 63 to 84 years,
I thank God

  • For leading you to promote world-wide Bible translation by speaking to thousands of believers in conferences, banquets, and churches in nineteen countries, and nearly every state and province in North America.
  • For giving you the writing skill to produce five published books of true-story-based articles, and three memoirs showing how God led in your life.
  • For giving you the mental clarity and physical ability to start writing a more extended memoir telling how He led you and Jo through the struggles and translation work of twenty-four years in Brazil.

As I look ahead beyond your age of 84 years to the next, however many years God grants you, I urge you to keep writing God-honouring testimonial stories for as long as He keeps you able to do so. Also, keep trusting in God’s love even if you need to go through a time of pain and illness or the loss of a loved one. And keep on loving God, Jo, your growing family, your friends, and your writing ministry, in that order.

 

The Canela Creation Story.

Long ago, life on earth was wonderful. Food was plentiful and easy to gather. Palms were not tall like they are now, but short, and their fruits and nuts could be plucked easily. Field-making and gardening tools like axes, machetes, and hoes didn’t need anyone to handle them; they worked by themselves.

One day Sun and Moon came to earth, to populate the earth with strong, beautiful people, and to set precedents that would benefit these descendants. Sun’s super-power was knowledge. He knew the purpose for their coming to earth and knew what Moon needed to do.

Moon’s super-power was to set patterns. Whatever Moon did would last forever.  Moon, however, depended on Sun to tell him what to do and what not to do. Unfortunately, Moon liked to do things his own way, even if it meant disobeying Sun.

Sun wanted to keep Moon from destroying the good life. “Don’t ever abuse any palm,” Sun said. “And don’t ever stare at the field tools working by themselves.” One afternoon, while Sun was napping, Moon picked some fruit from a palm, ate it and found it delicious.  The next fruit he picked, however, was hard and dry, so he threw it angrily against the trunk of the palm.  Immediately all the palms grew to enormous heights. Moon knew he had done wrong.

Moon then followed the sound of axes chopping. Instead of glancing at the tools and then walking away, Moon walked right up to where the tools were working by themselves. As soon as he stepped out into the open and looked at the tools, all the tools fell lifeless to the ground. Moon knew he had done wrong.

When Sun woke up, he soon saw the tall palms and the tools lying on the ground. He confronted Moon about his bad behavior. Moon kept lying, “I didn’t do anything.”

But Sun insisted, “Why do you go about setting bad precedents? Now our future descendants will suffer and have to work hard to make tools work.”

Sun showed Moon how to make children. Sun walked into a deep pool of water and carefully clapped his cupped hands on the water. Immediately a strong, handsome Canela son rose up. He did it again, and up came a beautiful Canela daughter. Moon jumped into the pool too but just splashed about in the water any old way. Up came an ugly, black-skinned, kinky-haired sons, and ugly pale-skinned children with blonde hair, and weird-looking daughters with slanted eyes.

Sun was very displeased with the patterns that Moon was establishing. One day Moon asked Sun, “What will happen to our children when they die?”

“They will be like this,” Sun explained, picking up a long, thin plant stalk, very light like balsa wood. He speared it down into the deep water. It went completely under the water, but being light, it popped back out of the water and floated. “They will die, but very soon they will come alive again,” Sun said.

“Okay,” Moon said, “So that is what will happen. And before Sun could stop him, Moon picked up a large stone and threw it into the deep pool. It sank to the bottom and stayed there.

“Oh, why did you do that?” Sun scolded him. “Why are you always doing exactly the opposite of what I do? Now you have set a precedent for our children. When they die, they will stay dead!”

“It’s because I am all wrong and twisted in my thinking,” Moon lamented. “My way of thinking and living is all wrong. But now it is too late to change anything.”

“Let’s go back to our houses,” Sun said to Moon. “We’ve been down here long enough.” They ascended to the sky and stayed there forever, never thinking about their children or returning to earth again.

When Jo and I accepted the Canelas’ invitation to come and live with them fifty years ago, we never heard a Canela pray. Why should they? Their Creator had abandoned them.

When we translated the first few chapters of Genesis, the Canelas immediately identified the actions of Adam with those of Moon. “Adam disobeyed the Creator, and that is why things are in such a mess on earth.”

When they read the translation of 1 Corinthians 15:22, “Because of what Adam did we all die, but because of what Jesus did, all will be made alive,” they immediately equated Adam with Moon. And what’s more, they exclaimed, “So our Creator did not abandon us. He sent His Son Jesus to set new patterns and make things right!” That’s when they started to pray to their Creator. They now call Him Pahpam, Our Father.

This story is a Redemptive Analogy. God has embedded analogies to illustrate some aspect of redemption in every culture’s myths, legends, customs or language.