Desmond Zane Keitt

Dezi is here!  

Desmond Zane Keitt was born Friday, February 3rd at 12:40pm.  

Dezi is a Spanish name that means "desired one."  

Zane is a Hebrew name that means "God's gracious gift."

We are thankful for a healthy baby, a healthy mom, and 2 big brothers that love the new addition!

Life is good.  We are grateful!

Are You are Christian?

I remember when I first moved to Charlotte, one of my friends (a native to the city) explained to me that it's not "if" you go to church, but where you go to church.  At one point the city claimed to have the highest number of churches per capita, and after living there for 5 years that does not surprise me.

 Havana, Cuba

Chicago, Illinois 

Heredia, Costa Rica

Going to church can become more culturally driven than spiritually.  Something that makes you a "good person," brings stability to your family, gives you a sense of eternal security, and makes you feel good for attending every week.  Unfortunately, I have seen that it doesn't necessarily mean you are a follower of Christ.**

Granada, Nicaragua 

Los Angeles, California

Santiago, Chile

So I have learned to stop asking the question
                                      "Are you a Christian?"

I have learned that just because someone may invest their time and energy into a religious institution, it does not necessarily mean they are Christ-followers.  And, on the contrary, some of the most Christ-like actions I have seen in my life come from people who do not profess to know Him.

In our world dominated by social media, we are constantly invited to share our opinions. There is a pressure to know our "stance" on every controversial topic.  There is an emphasis to verbalize what you believe over living out the actions that reflect (and verify) your beliefs. And it might just be making us more like the Pharisees instead of focusing on what Jesus actually told us to do.

The Pharisees were a strict Jewish sect that were overly obsessed the Law.  They constantly tested Jesus' authority and condemned him for "breaking the law," like healing someone on the Sabbath.  They hated him so much that they conspired to kill him.  They were so concerned with being "good Jews" that they missed seeing Christ for who He really was.  

Out of all of the things that made Jesus angry, it wasn't the sinners, it was the Pharisees.  It was the people that thought they were above sin, that only saw the sins of others, that didn't need Jesus. As Philip Yancey perfectly points out: 

“Christians get very angry toward other Christians who sin differently than they do.”

Jesus never pushed people to figure out their "beliefs."  He never took stances; He lived His life to love God and love others, ultimately to the point of dying for that love.  

So what does it look like to follow that?  And how do we and others know if we are really "Christ-followers"?

We will know it by the presence or absence of fruit in our lives.  We will know it by our love.  

San José, Costa Rica

Iloca, Chile

Chicago, Illinois

                                                    San Diego, California

Spring Mill State Park, Indiana

                           Our front yard

   

Guanacaste, Costa Rica

They will not know us by our stance on homosexual marriage, how we vote, the religious institution on our diploma, or what we do on Sunday mornings.  They will not know us by the articles we share online or the words we publish anywhere about what we believe.   

We cannot get so caught up in taking stances that we forget to do the one thing Jesus told us was most important: Love.  Loving so radically that even other "Christians" may judge us us, so revolutionary that our present culture cannot understand it, and so sacrificially that we put our own lives on hold for the sake of others.  

After all, Jesus never commanded us to believe in Him.  He told us to follow Him.  This is the kind of Christianity our world needs.  


**DISCLAIMER: I love the church and believe we are called to be a part of it.  Since it is made up of us, people who try to be like Christ but fall short every time, of course it gets ugly and loses focus; it is imperfect.  I believe that as Christ-followers we are called to live in Christian community and to love the church in spite of our ugliness.  

     

 Holy Week in Antigua, Guatemala

 Chiloé, Chile

 Charlotte, North Carolina

10 Years

Today marks the 10 year anniversary of Bets' accident.

While it's hard for me to linger on the memories of this day, I am challenged as I remember my dear friend and the beliefs that she actually lived out in her life.  Anyone that knew her can vouch for me when I say that she was one of those people that reminded you of Jesus - Even if you didn't know Him, you knew there was something about her that was different, something counter-cultural, fresh and inviting.  She overflowed with compassion and hospitality.  She always looked for the outsiders, the ones with no one to talk to, and went there.  She loved people in ways that have the world still talking after 10 years...

Our society, growing more so in the last 10 years, is one that pushes to know stances over character; how you feel and what you think about issues is more important than how you live out those beliefs in your daily life.  

With Betsy, we learned her beliefs the opposite way - We saw her values, passions and convictions lived out in her daily life, and then we found the words behind her character after she passed away.  I am challenged by her model of talking less and being more, of living our your beliefs in a way that no one needs to really ask you where you stand.    

I hope her words challenge and inspire you as they continue to do for me.

Mission Statement

Written by Betsy Smith, 2002

  

People are my passion. 

I believe that people are my ministry. Working with the needs of people is my mission field. This must be my focus. 

I am supposed to love them with God's love, not my own; when I get hurt by sharing that love, it is hurting God even more than it hurts me.

Working with people is draining, therefore I must rely on God and not myself. I cannot, absolutely cannot, help others without the wisdom and strength that God gives. Therefore God must be my first passion. When I am a failure and weak, it allows God to get bigger and Him to do more. God's power is made perfect in my weakness. II Corinthians 12:9. It will cost more to give more, but it will affect more. 

I must give all. 

My life should be a living sacrifice and a drink offering poured out to God. It cannot be me though because then it won't really be a ministry. 

Expect to get hurt,because the more I love, the more I will get hurt, BUT it is better to love and get hurt than never love and never get hurt. This is the cross I must bear. I cannot keep God's love to myself. I must share it. Is God's love truly overflowing in my life?

I need to learn to forgive and let go, I cannot hold grudges, and be fulfilling God's calling for my life. There is no room for an attitude. 

"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."  To me, this means giving my life away, because it is not mine to keep. It means spreading God's love for others to them, because that is not something I can keep to myself. By doing this, I am gaining an indescribable blessing and fulfilment. It gives my own life purpose and meaning. 

At the end of my rope, God's rope just begins, I must give my life away to truly find it. Always remember that I'm only working for an audience of one. 

My Life as a Sojourner

As a large part of this blog is about being grateful for the journey of our past, present, and future, I wanted to share some pre-blog/pre-Chile thoughts with you today.  I found this as I was digging through grad school documents for a class I'm teaching tomorrow - written by me on December 6, 2009. 

2009: Before selfies were invented

My Life as a Sojourner

By Christine Reeve 

            I don’t remember when it all started.  I guess that’s what happens when something’s ingrained in you- like when I asked for violin lessons at age three, or forced my younger sister to play school and complete fake homework assignments for me on our beat up chalk board in the basement.  You don’t recognize your own desire until it has become a part of you, before you ever knew to ask for it. 

            Part of this ingraining started with a love of language.  I remember going to the library before family vacations to get books on tape and every “First Dictionary” of Spanish and French I could find.  (It stopped abruptly after realizing its ineffectiveness when I first heard “au revoir” recorded compared to my “our-rev-ore” attempted pronunciation from pictures alone.)  I took every Spanish class available from middle school on.  No one would say I have a natural aptitude for language acquisition, but my high interest alongside my intrinsically motivated dorky-ness in school resulted in good grades and high placement in high school and college.  I actually hated my higher-level courses and wasn’t nearly as successful as I could have been.  Conjugating verbs was not then and never will be a passion of mine.  But in the midst of mundane grammar drills and what were then meaningless lessons on cultures around the world, something in me still knew there was a deeper purpose to learning this alternative form of communication.  It was ingrained.

            I count myself very fortunate to have had all of my major, life changing decisions made before I really knew what was going on.  When God wants me to do something or go somewhere, He makes it very clear!  My decision to change high schools, where to go to college, being a teacher, what kind of school to teach in, even who to marry were made without a second thought.  (If you know me, you know this is not typical and very out of character for my analytic and indecisive self.)  I had of course thought about studying abroad when I was in high school, but as a college freshman I found myself happily wrapped up in the campus life and building an entire new community of friends.  It wasn’t time to leave again yet, and in my mind I had all the time in the world anyway.  But a providential moment occurred while I was cashiering at my part time job one day.  I don’t know what it was, but I knew I just had to do it.  A whole semester.  Away.  Alone.   I knew it had to happen and I discovered the next day that it was barely but absolutely possible to go the next spring.  I finally knew that it was happening, I knew when, and it was never a question of where.

            Latin America captured me since my first encounter at age fourteen.  After two weeks in the communities of the Dominican Republic, I was hooked.  Maybe it was the adventure of leaving the country for the first time.  Maybe it was the welcoming hospitality of a warm climate culture.  Maybe it was the relaxed (nonexistent) perception of time everyone there seemed to maintain.  Either way, I came home fully believing that I had somehow missed my calling to have been born Latina.  And that belief only became more and more true each time I returned.

            So I always knew I’d live in Latin America if I ever got the chance.  Seizing the opportunity, I spent the spring semester of my sophomore year living with a host family in Costa Rica and taking classes through the Latin American Studies Program.  There is nothing more powerful than viewing yourself, your life, your country, from outside of it.  I spent 4 months living with a family that didn’t speak my language, (talk about humility, when your 5 year old host sister speaks better Spanish than you), in a country that was not my own, with a group of students and professors that did not know me or the background in which I was bringing.  It was absolutely refreshing.  Gaining perspective doesn’t even begin to cover it.  I felt like I had been given another form of vision, another completely different way of thinking that I’d never been capable of possessing prior.  I saw how much bigger the world is than how we see it, how many people are affected by our neglect for social justice when we choose to see only what’s right in front of us.  I saw that my country, even my own religion, didn’t always make the right choices when it came to taking a stand for these issues.  It made for the most challenging and life-altering events I had ever experienced, ones that if I had known what they would entail before hand, I may not have chosen voluntarily.  But I know that is what makes them so valuable.  It’s addicting to feel that passionate, that intentional, that alive.  I knew my life would be drastically different from that point forward.  I also knew that that trip would not be the last…      

            No matter how many times I tried to “branch out,” I somehow always managed to find myself buying similar plane tickets, all to various places in Central America.  Thanks to a budget dedicated mostly to “rent, food, and travel,” I was able to spend almost an entire year living in Latin America.  I returned to Costa Rica for a summer to visit my host family and do volunteer work.  I completed half of my student teaching at a school in the Dominican Republic.  I spent another summer backpacking through Central America with nothing but a return flight and a tour book.   I often wonder if I would love another new culture as much as I love Latin America.  If my pattern in plane tickets continues, I may never find out. :)   

            While I still believe that I am a Latina at heart, I think it is more the life of a sojourner that is ingrained in me.  I love the adventure of seeing new places and not knowing what to expect.  I love the growth I experience after being pushed out of my comfort zone.  I love the beauty of other languages, other cultures, other customs and ways of looking at the same world.  I love the perspective and never-ending questions that come from new journeys.  And like any deep love, it feels completely natural, like I was created for this.  From all of this I have learned to always trust that whatever country or culture I find myself in, whether familiar or foreign, I’ll know I was meant to be there.  And like every natural sojourner, I constantly look forward for the next new adventure, never forgetting the path behind me. 

 

Hope for a Weary World (Merry Christmas)

For as many years as I have listened to my favorite Christmas song, O Holy Night, I heard one of the lines more clearly than ever before this year.  I'm always intrigued when this happens, how we can listen to something hundreds of times and then all of a sudden hear it a different way.  Maybe it was because I was listening to John Legend belt it out :)  but it was truly like hearing it for the first time:

And in His name, all OPPRESSION shall CEASE...

After a year of news screens plastered with injustice, I cling to this promise of a new world someday.  It's something I can't imagine, as it is so far from our current reality, and that makes it even more mysterious and praiseworthy.    

A thrill of HOPE... 

                     the WEARY WORLD rejoices...

To you and your loved ones, 

may this season be a season of deepened HOPE and JOY 

in the promises of a redeemed world! 

Be Careful How You Pray

My heart is so heavy watching two good friends watch their newborn baby fight for her life.  People are praying for their sweet daughter all over the world, for God to intervene in what would at this point be a miraculous way.  

Meanwhile a friend from college posts that "prayer works" because they were able to sell their house in less than a day.

I feel sick.

How is it that we pretend to know the workings of God?  That if a "prayer" is answered in our favor, God is faithful... and if it's not, then what is God?  Where is God?  

I do believe there is a deeper purpose to prayer than God merely changing us.  I believe as co-laborers with Christ, we have a responsibility to pray for God to change things (and us) and that the Bible does show God intervening differently due to man's petition: Abraham asking God to save Sodom and Gomorrah, Moses asking Him not to destroy the Israelites, Hezekiah being healed and getting to live another 15 years. 

I believe we should pray with faith, ask God for what we want, be honest about where we're at.  But when the answer, or lack thereof, comes back, let's please not attribute it to God being a certain way, as if His character can change dependent upon our circumstances.  Our faith cannot be defined by seeing the results we want in this world. 

Pray doesn't "work" or "not work."  We are not kids putting coins into candy machines and waiting for a favorable result; we are partnering with the Creator of the universe in a purpose far beyond what we are capable of perceiving.  And yes, that is crazy, and doesn't make sense when you try to figure it out with our own limited knowledge, but that is the point.  It is faith.  

If your prayers are answered the way you want, praise God.  If they aren't, praise God.  If we are truly praying prayers of faith, our response can only ever be gratitude to the God that hears our prayers and has the power to use every response, or lack thereof, for our good. 

Please continue to pray, to believe in prayer, to lean on a fellow believer when you start to doubt the power of it (This is why we were made for community....), to ask God for the miracles and mundane, and to grow your faith and relationship with Him through the interaction and events that take place because of that prayer.  I pray, for you and for me, that our prayers for others and all the good, bad, and ugly things in our lives that we are lifting up would only impel us to live more grateful lives of true faith in our Father.   

  

Earthquake

Just had an 7.9 (or 8.3?  Still seeing 2 readings) earthquake hit about 70 miles from our house here in Santiago.  We are all fine!  They are evacuating the west coast with a tsunami warning so please pray for everyone to evacuate in time.

Thanks!