Of pictures and prejudices...

In recent days, I've been reading in the book of Acts, picking up where I left off reading earlier in the year. The book is often known as the "Acts of the Apostles," but someone once said that it could be more accurately known as the "Acts of the Holy Spirit," as His presence and involvement are so obvious throughout the book. I've been reflecting on the way God invites us into partnership with Him, and how so much of the fruitful ministry of these early Christians was dependent on the combination of the Holy Spirit's power and human beings' obedience.

The whole topic of hearing God's voice is an interesting one, as we see different people throughout the book of Acts being led and guided by the Lord. Sometimes we're not told exactly how they heard His leading (was it a thought, a feeling, a strong impression?) while at other times we're specifically told that God spoke to them through a prayer picture, a dream or a vision. These early disciples had to learn how to discern the voice of God, and had to be careful that their own culture or religion didn't get in the way of what He was saying to them.

So, for example, in Acts chapter 10, just before lunch time, Peter is praying on the roof of the house when he sees a picture of all kinds of animals, clean and unclean, being lowered in a sheet. "Kill and eat," says a voice, and Peter is shocked that God seems to be prompting him to violate the Jewish food laws that he has observed for his whole life. It was God's way of preparing Peter to overcome his deep seated prejudices and to understand that non Jews were also able to accept the gospel and be saved by Jesus. The next day he went to share his faith at the home of a Gentile called Cornelius.

In a later episode, in Acts chapter 16, Paul also receives a picture from the Lord. For some time, the missionary team has been trying unsuccessfully to travel into the regions that make up modern day Turkey, but the Holy Spirit has "prevented" them every time. We're not told how they knew this - but the team seemed to agree on what God was saying to them. Then, one night, Paul sees a vision of a man from Macedonia, calling them to come over and help. The very next day, the missionaries set sail for Greece.

Eventually they arrive in a town called Philippi and, on the Sabbath day, they head down to the river bank, expecting that this might be a place where believers would gather for prayer. Sure enough, they do find a small group gathered there, but it is a group of women. If you've read the end of the story, you'll know that a woman called Lydia became the first recorded Christian in Europe; she and her household were baptised, and her home became a missions base for Paul, Silas and the rest of the team. It was the beginning of an exciting chapter in church and missions history, and yet it could so easily have turned out differently. What if Paul had held back from preaching to the women and had said, "No, in the vision I saw it was a man from Macedonia who was calling for help." ?  What if he had allowed prejudice to get in the way, believing that it would be important for the first Philippian believers to be a group of men?

Learning to hear God's voice is one of the most important things that any Christian can learn. But, if we are to avoid pride, legalism and prejudice, we need to grow not only in hearing His voice, but also in knowing His ways. Peter had to be willing to obey God, even when it appeared to go against all that he had previously believed. Paul had to be willing to share the gospel with these women, even if that seemed to be a little different from what his prayer picture had led him to expect. It's all about partnership - hearing God, trusting God, and moving step by step at the prompting of the Holy Spirit.

Feels like time travel...

I've been back in Europe for almost a month and the many events of summer in Africa are gradually receding into the past. As well as working on regular ministry tasks like coaching and curriculum writing, I've had time to do things like get my car fixed (the wing mirror was broken), get my cap fixed (the tooth had been problematic for weeks on end, and finally had to be broken off and replaced) and get my cat fixed.

The latter has been very encouraging. Since the surprise news of Teddi's completely normal thyroid reading, it really does seem that his coat is getting softer and fluffier again; it feels like going back in time, to how he was a year ago, before the hyperthyroidism started making him so greasy and unkempt. All three vets are stunned and, rather than risk being negligent and leaving his condition untreated, they've proposed I bring him back and re-do the test in five or six weeks time - just to check whether there's been any change.

In the meantime, both he and his sister (Tobi) seem glad to have me home, and take advantage of every opportunity to snuggle, or to spread themselves across any book or Bible that I try to read or write in.

Medical misadventures, medical mystery or medical miracle?

Since moving to Spain, I've never been away from home for such an extended period of time. The longest trip in the past was three or four weeks, and my house mates were always at home while I was gone. This year, I was in Africa for two full months, the longest time I've ever been away from the house and the cats. I was very thankful for the array of Scottish house sitters, who came to Spain for some holiday, and were able to look after the house and the animals while I was gone. Various people sent me photos of Teddi and Tobi sitting on their laps and being petted by the guests.

And so I wasn't at all prepared to see Teddi looking so poorly when I got back. He's always been a big boy, and so I got a shock to see him looking so thin, and with such a scruffy coat, even though people had been looking after him and giving him his medication for his thyroid and kidneys. When I weighed him, I discovered that he had lost two kilos; that's a huge amount for a cat. (See top photo.) And I began to notice that he wasn't really eating, but was simply walking away and leaving his food in the bowl.

After a few days of this, I knew I had to take him to the vet. I seemed to have a cat who was starving himself to death and it was horrible to see him so poorly (see previous post, on 6th July, about diagnosis grief.) I prepared myself for blood test results that would show that either his thyroid or his kidneys had deteriorated… but no, what did show up on the blood tests was a new problem - a problem with his liver - and that's when we worked out what had probably happened.

One of the symptoms of hyperthyroidism, because it affects the hormones, is that the animal will become more "emotionally attached" and affectionate towards its significant others. After losing a lifelong feline companion (his mother, Tamba) before the summer, and then inexplicably losing his lifelong human companion (me) over the summer, it seems that Teddi finally got depressed and stopped eating normally. The house sitters, although they took good care of the cats, had no way of recognising that his behaviour was abnormal or that he was losing so much weight (a quarter of his body weight!) The sustained anorexia started to affect his liver, which tries to store fat when the body is losing weight (hepatic lipidosis) and, by the time I got him to the vet two weeks ago, she couldn't get him to swallow any food, even when forcing it into his mouth with a syringe. 

I was told to give him daily fluids, antibiotics and phosphorous, and to force feed him to eat tiny spoonfuls of a special tinned food for urgent care. Time would tell if he'd recover well or if the starving was too prolonged and has irrevocably damaged his liver. Needless to say, I was feeling horribly guilty at having to give "critical care" to a cat who was diagnosed with possibly depression-induced liver disease. 

This reminded me so much of how the enemy will always try to steal from us. I went to Africa because I believed it to be God's will for me this summer, and we all saw God do such amazing things though our ministry this year. It was horrible to come home and see Teddi looking so ill, but I knew I had to trust God with this situation, just the same as I had had to trust him with my own health challenges when travelling in Africa.

Little by little, I began coaxing Teddi to eat again, just a tiny mouthful at a time. I also had to give him antibiotics and minerals to help his liver. After a few days, he began to look less subdued, and gradually began to eat a little more again.  Soon he was behaving more like his old self but, because he'd lost so much weight, and some mysterious bald patches were appearing on his head, the vet thought it might be best to do the hyperthyroid blood test again.

And this is where things get a little weird. When the results came back, Teddi's thyroid reading was far below what would be normal. A normal T4 reading is between 19 and 50. When Teddi was diagnosed in May, his thyroid reading was a horrendous 320… and this stabilised to a more normal 34 once he was on daily medication. Last week, the reading was only 6 - strangely and inexplicably low. The vet told me to stop his medication immediately and bring him back again this week for yet another blood test.

Despite the strange little bald patches on his head, and the fact that he's a lot thinner than usual, it really seemed to me that he was looking better from day to day, and that his coat was becoming fluffy and silky - more like it used to be be before the hyperthyroidism starting making it greasy this year. We did the blood test on Tuesday this week and the results came back today….

This time the reading was 30, which is well within the normal range for feline thyroid… and that's without giving him his daily medication. The vet is completely baffled; it's unheard of for hyperthyroidism to go into remission, and yet this cat appears to be suddenly and inexplicably "healed" of his thyroid condition. I did confess that I'd regularly laid hands on his little body and prayed for it to be strengthened and healed; other than that, there's no medical explanation for the sudden change in the blood test.

All the vet could say is that he seems to be fine (as far as the thyroid is concerned) and doesn't need to take any medication for now (except for his kidney supplement) …. but we should perhaps test him again in a month or six weeks, in case this is only a temporary remission. She says it's truly unprecedented for a cat's thyroid reading to normalise like that.

So we'll see. For now my boy gets a reprieve from his daily pills… and none of us have any explanation for what has happened. Perhaps we've experienced a feline medical miracle!

A different kind of season...

The past six months were full of action and adventure. March saw me heading to Hawaii to meet with the KKI international leadership team and work on the preparations for summer ministry in West Africa. A bad bout of pleurisy made the following three months rather challenging, but I was nonetheless able to be fully involved in this year's Leadership Development Course (LDC) in Malaga. After a shorter course (B2b) for younger leaders, I travelled to Africa for the Fortify leadership workshop, the Planting Together outreaches in Senegal, and the KKI international leadership assembly (ILA) in Ivory Coast. Six months that were fairly intense, but also very encouraging and fruitful.

In contrast, the coming season will be slower paced, allowing me to refuel and work on a variety of different kinds of projects. My daily and weekly schedules will be more flexible than they've been over the past six months, and here's what I'll be involved in:

Coaching
Several hours per week, I'll be doing follow up coaching with ladies from this year's LDC, as well as beginning coaching with trainees for this year's Foundational Coaching Skills (FOCOS) course.

LDC Admin
I'll also work on the ongoing email communication and application process as people from around the world apply to attend next year's LDC.

Curriculum Writing
In this quieter season, I'll also have time to work on some Bible curriculum for young people. The first project I want to do is to take the Bible Reading Challenge booklets that I wrote in 2013 - 2014 and edit them to make them undated, so that they can be uploaded to the KKI international website and become available for download by young people and youth workers around the world.

Reaching out to my Neighbours
September will also be a month when I can catch up with my neighbours, drink coffee with them, walk the dog every day, etc. I continue to pray for Juana and Matilde in particular, that their hearts will be open to the love of God.

We aren't running any seminars at the retreat centre this month, but we will be hosting a short leadership retreat for a team of twenty Korean missionaries.That will be from 24th - 28th September. They'll mostly be responsible for their own programme, but we'll prepare the accommodation for them, do the cooking, take them to and from the airport, and have a couple of times of worship and prayer with them.

Thank you for your prayers during this September season in Spain. I value your interest and your partnership.

Back in Europe

The title of the blog is correct: I'm back in Europe, after spending two months in West Africa - in Senegal and in the Ivory Coast. Please follow this link (click here) if you'd like to see more photos and read more news of what God was doing in our midst over the past eight weeks. You can also read many encouraging testimonies and stories of answered prayer in my September newsletter, which probably already reached you this weekend.
I'm back in Spain now, and will post more on this Europe blog during the autumn months.