The missionary adventures of the Stimpson family

Day 18 – Jesus Hates Suffering

“Jesus hates suffering, injustice, evil, and death so much, he came and experienced it to defeat it and, someday, to wipe the world clean of it. Knowing all this, Christians cannot be passive about hunger, sickness, and injustice.” – Timothy Keller

I read that this morning in Timothy Keller’s bookThe ProdigalGod.  Adiel, the pastor of Missio Dei, loaned it to me with the recommendation that it was one of the books that influenced him the most.  I’ve really enjoyed the book, but that line in particular strikes a cord with me.  Or does it strike a “chord”?  I don’t know…

I did a lot of walking around the city today, using the opportunity to practice Romanian with people, check out some sites, and do a lot of praying.  I’m gonna flash forward to the end of the walk first and then work backwards.  I took Naomi and Mae with me today, and after hours of walking and walking, it was past their bedtime, they were worn out, they hadn’t eaten dinner, and they just wanted to get home.  And I, being a good father and also tired, wanted to get them home.  A block from our house, an old Gypsy woman who looked very sick grabbed me and began speaking to me in Romanian.  I could pick out just a few words, mostly that she was hungry and wanted some money for food.

I was tired.  My girls were tired.  I didn’t want to be bothered.  But Jesus came to earth to experience suffering so that he could one day eliminate it completely.  How could I walk away from this woman who was just asking for some food?  So I gave her my arm and we walked her to a bread store down the street, where I bought her some bread, learned her name was Doina, and explained the Gospel as best I could (which was not very well unfortunately).  I know this woman needs more than just some bread from strangers.  She needs some permanent help so she doesn’t need to sit on the side of the road asking for money every day.  But, in that moment, I realized that it was my responsibility to do what I can.

I’m not telling you all this so you think I’m amazing because, frankly, I would like to have done more.  I could barely communicate with her, all I got for her to eat was some carbs (no meat, no vegetables, not even a drink).  I should have stuck around longer and shared more about the love of God, or at least prayed with her…

There’s always more you can do, and the task is always bigger than you alone, but your job is to do what you can for the ones God puts in your path.  You may not have much, but give what you’ve got.  You may be a terrible speaker, or you may not have a lot of money, or you might not have all that much time, but give what you’ve got and don’t turn a blind eye toward suffering.  It’s our responsibility to end it.

Suffering doesn’t always look like a hungry old Gypsy woman either.  Sometimes suffering looks like wealth and prosperity.

At one point today, in our wandering, I accidentally got us on the subway during rush hour.  It wasn’t as bad as I thought it was gonna be – actually much better than I’ve experienced in Chicago – but nonetheless we were surrounded by a sea of people, each in need of a relationship with the Savior.  Sure, the women all carried expensive purses and the guys had ritzy suits and smart phones, but underneath the facade, they all need the Savior as much as the homeless guy under the bridge.  They’re carrying the weight of guilt and shame, they’re fighting to look the best or do the best or make the most of themselves, they’re running from the past or pursuing an elusive future dream that will never satisfy.  They may have it all on the outside, but they’re suffering, and Jesus came to end their suffering too.

Besides getting a lot of attention, I like bringing the girls with me on the subway because then people feel obligated to move so we can have their seats.  There’s a lot of old-fashioned politeness in Romania that we don’t have in America, and it can be really nice at times.  So while we were on the subway, one Romanian after another kept getting up and offering us their seats.  Even in the middle of rush-hour traffic, we only had to stand for a small portion of one trip.  But being good isn’t enough.  Even people who are good, courteous, and polite need the Savior to be freed from the bondage of never being good enough.

There are so many people in this city.  There are cars everywhere (even on the sidewalks, which seems normal to me now), apartment complexes all over the place, grocery stores and markets every few blocks.  This city is a sea of people.  And most of them know nothing about Jesus but man-made religion and interesting stories.  This is a country of Orthodox believers, which means most people call themselves Christians but never go to church, read their Bibles, or really have any relationship with Jesus.  Whether they’re destitute Gypsies, members of the new elite wealthy class, or traditional-minded “good” Romanians, they’re all suffering and they all need to know the Savior who came to end all suffering.

I like walking around this city, taking the subway, and going to where the people are gathering.  Every time I get out there, I’m reminded that Jesus loves these people and gave His life for every one of them.

OK, a few funny Naomi stories before I close…

First, we got goat cheese from the market the other day (brânza).  Today, when we finally sat down for dinner and I asked Naomi if she wanted some of it she gave me this look of disgust and told me, “Ewww, no.  I don’t wanna eat goat cheese.  That’s sick.  It came from a goat.”  I told her, “Well, you eat cheese that came from a cow.”  She proudly reminded me that, unlike goat cheese, eating cow cheese was normal.

Final story: While walking around today, we passed a lumber yard.  Outside the shop, they had a cutout of Yogi Bear carrying wood.  Mae wondered what it was all about, so I told her, “Oh, they probably just think it’s fun to have Yogi Bear carrying wood.  It’s kind of like they’re saying he likes it, so you might like their wood too.”  Naomi got all thoughtful and then told me, “I think when stores do that, it’s all just to get people to come inside and buy their stuff.  Probably the wood isn’t very good.  Probably when you see Yogi Bear likes it, you think, ‘Oh, I’ll probably like it too,’ so you go inside and they get all your money, but really it’s probably awful wood.  Like you’ll go inside and see it’s terrible.  But you buy it anyway because Yogi Bear likes it, and so they get all your money.  I think stores do that just to get our money.”  Watch out, Romania.  Naomi is onto you.


3 responses

  1. Nola Beach

    What a wonderful father you are, just being you and setting Jesus’ example to your daughters, who will indeed continue the Kingdom of God on this earth. Isn’t it funny how just by being who you are in God’s image, without even knowing you are doing it, spreads hope and peace to so many. I love you, Jake, for just being you.

    May 19, 2012 at 5:44 pm

  2. Chord…and I wish my kids would pick up on that retail thing…my kids still seem to think they need everything they see…and don’t get me STARTED on the 2 yr old who holds out his cup and hollers MOM whenever I’m able to afford a Starbucks…cause he demands that he gets chocolate milk…and I’ve given in so many times now…its a norm. The other kids have accepted that the 2 year old gets it so no one has to listen to him scream, but they are still disappointed nonetheless

    May 28, 2012 at 12:10 am

  3. David

    Hey Jake. I read your post today, and was really encouraged. Thank you. I am Romanian btw. and I also admire the way you handled the situation with the Gypsy woman. Being Romanian and growing up among a bunch of poor peole who always try to take advantage can make you very cold and uncaring. Thank you for helping me see the need of salvation in the poor Romanians.

    June 4, 2015 at 2:13 pm

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