In this anniversary month of many ministry moments, including our call to Omaha last year, I’m sharing again the story of how we laugh with God along the way. (Originally posted in May of 2018 on the old site)
Have you ever laughed at God?
I have. In May of 2011, my husband and I were moving Elizabeth into her house for the summer. She was staying in Johnson City for a ministry internship after her first year at Milligan, and we were getting ready to head back home to Indianapolis. That spring I was considering graduate school and we had visited Emmanuel while we were in Tennessee. We both loved the area, but I wasn’t sure if a residential MDIV program would work for me, or how we could afford it while Elizabeth was in college. We raved at the beautiful mountain scenery and talked about the possibility of someday settling here. I remember saying “Man, I love it here, I hate to think of waiting 3 more years till Elizabeth finishes school.” At which point my husband said “Well, you never know what might happen, but I’m sure God will make it clear to us if and when we’re supposed to move.” As we came across a hill to a (literal) crossroads, this truck (pictured above) was parked in the neighborhood directly ahead of us.
We laughed a long time.
It was not the last time God would amuse us with an ironic hint at what was to come. When we got home there was a CD of new worship music that our minister wanted us to learn for praise team. The fourth song in was called “Moving Forward” by Israel Houghton. Later that summer, I was invited to speak for a women’s retreat in Indianapolis and the theme was, “A Time to Move.” I had been praying for a while about how God might use my leadership and teaching gifts in the church where I currently served. But it seemed like everywhere we looked, we were reminded that when we open ourselves to God’s leading, God often answers prayers in surprising and unexpected ways.
Of course, some of you know how this story turned out because we’ve been living in Johnson City since August of 2012. We laughed at God’s extravagant grace and provision often over the next several months. A full tuition scholarship. Selling the house in two days. Surprise payment of travel expenses. Generous gift card to stock our pantry. Managing our daughter’s college bills while being under-employed. The joy and delight of a “secret Santa” during our first Tennessee Christmas. We laughed at the realization that every time we threw our hands up in frustration or despair, God was ready to clasp those hands and laugh, saying “Hold on! I still have another plan!”
We’re not the first God-followers, of course, to be amused at God’s promises or provision.
Then one of [the messengers of God] said, “I will surely return to you about this time next year, and Sarah your wife will have a son.”
Sarah was listening at the entrance to the tent, which was behind him. Abraham and Sarah were already very old, and Sarah was past the age of childbearing. So Sarah laughed to herself as she thought, “After I am worn out and my lord is old, will I now have this pleasure?”
Then the Lord said to Abraham, “Why did Sarah laugh? … Is anything too hard for the Lord?” Gen 18:10-14
We can’t really fault Sarah for this incredulous response – she’d already been waiting more than 20 years! She knew about God’s promise to give them a son (Gen 15 and 17). She even tried to help the process along by stepping in with her own plan (Gen 16). So here she stands, at the door of the tent, hearing the promise repeated once more. Of course she laughs! And then she settles in to wait and see that indeed, nothing is too hard for God. Her laughter is contagious when Isaac is born and she says “God has brought me laughter, and everyone who hears about this will laugh with me. (Gen 21:6)
We’ve continued to laugh with joy at God’s provision over the last six years. Harold got a good sales job and we found a wonderful church family to serve alongside. I completed my MDiv in 2016. We put down roots, buying a house and investing in relationships – a community of friends who laugh with us in celebration when God shows up and answers prayer in unexpected ways. After graduation, I was equipped and educated, ready for whatever God had in store. I claimed complete faith and trust in waiting for God’s provision.
But then, like Sarah, I made some assumptions and put some plans into play to “help God out” with the timing and resolution to my season of waiting. I sent out resumes to some local jobs I thought might fit. I volunteered my time and networked for connections. And yet, every door I approached remained tightly shut. Don’t misunderstand – there have been some surprising open doors as well, including community theater and teaching a writing class. I don’t feel my past two years have been wasted – they’ve just not been invested the way I thought they would be. “Hold on!” God says. “I still have another plan.” God often answers prayers in surprising and unexpected ways.
Because God has quite a sense of humor.
Part two –
Throwback to July of 2014. My daughter and I were attending the North American Christian Convention in Indianapolis. We were in the hotel lobby eating breakfast and I saw the Academic Dean from Nebraska Christian College, whom I’d met through a conference a couple of years previous. We shared a bit of small talk as I walked by his table and then he asked the question, “Do you think we might convince you to move to Nebraska to teach in our Children’s Ministry program?”
I laughed out loud. (It’s usually no big secret as to what I think or feel)
Mark took it in stride as I gave him a few clarifying, and
emphatic, comments as to WHY I wouldn’t consider a move to Nebraska.
- #1 – SNOW
- #2 – Tornadoes
- #3 – We JUST moved to (and expected to retire in)
- #4 – We LOVE our church.
I was only halfway through my residential seminary program, anyway, so it was not time to move. But I probably shouldn’t have laughed.
Over the next few years, I began to have opportunities to
teach at Nebraska Christian College. Their focus on ministry training and
“creating church leaders” resonated well with me. Because of this focus, they
offer one-week “intensive” classes for students often involved in off-campus
residencies. In both 2015 and 2016 I taught an August intensive in Children’s
Ministry. Then last spring, they had a faculty position open up and I was able
to join the team part-time, teaching both ministry and Bible classes.
About the same time, the dean revisited his earlier question
as to whether I would be interested in relocating. This time I didn’t laugh,
but knowing my husband’s reticence to move to Johnson City in 2012 (and how he
was finally feeling settled here!),
I assumed that he would nix the idea completely. In other words, I hoped to not
have to be the one to decide, and figured my husband would just say NO at the
outset. After all, he’d moved to Tennessee for my education/career goals – it
was only fair he be the one to decide if and when we ever (which I didn’t
expect!) moved anywhere again.
But he didn’t say no.
We spent the last year praying about the possibility.
Assessing his current job, and changes that were happening in his profession.
Becoming acquainted with the culture and faculty at Nebraska Christian.
Realizing that flights to visit family in Phoenix and Chicago are half as much
from Omaha as from Tri-Cities. Exploring Google Maps to note that our grandkids
are 6 hours closer to Omaha than here.
That might have been what tipped the scales for him.
For me, the decision was gradual and painful. My own
reticence was based on all the same reasons I gave in 2014; none of those have
changed. But I have come to realize that when you follow God and walk through
doors that are opened to you, you aren’t promised “comfortable” or “easy.” We
certainly aren’t promised good weather! (This year’s endless winter, in both
Tennessee and Nebraska, has brought that point home clearly!) I absolutely love teaching, and am incredibly
impressed with both the people and the programs at Nebraska Christian College. I’m
well aware that higher ed jobs are few and far between. Add to that the reality
of my being (1) a woman (2) in the Restoration Movement tradition (3) who wants
to teach Bible and ministry classes (4) who doesn’t yet have a Doctoral degree,
limits the opportunities quite a bit. Even so, I didn’t go searching for this
opportunity. It came searching for me.
For more than 15 years, I’ve prayed that God would use my gifts, experience, and education to equip others for ministry. That has been my passion since 2003, from the personal ministry mission statement I wrote for one of my earliest seminary classes. God often answers prayers in surprising and unexpected ways. A couple of years ago, I would never have imagined I’d say “We’re moving to Omaha!” But now we are, and I’m incredibly thankful that God has opened a door for me to teach full time at Nebraska Christian College in the fall.
Please pray for us during this transition. Knowing we have
to leave our church and say goodbye to dear friends is heartbreaking. There are
many details to pull together. But nothing is too hard for God, and we’re excited
to see where this next chapter of our lives will lead. And knowing how God was
faithful through our previous move gives us great hope and grateful courage for
this upcoming one. Just like Sarah, we trust a God who loves surprises…and
laughs with us.
Solo Deo Gloria!