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Honor Thy Father and Thy Mother 101: Lessons of Love Respect and Obedience to a 47 year old daughter
I grew up in the 60's and 70's during the cultural revolution. I say that with a specific reason. My family was not a part of that revolution. My home was a four generation home. I lived with my great Grandmother, my maternal Grandparents, and of course there was my mother and I. My parents divorced when I was 4 and Mom brought me to Michigan.
When I first arrived at my new home in Michigan, I remember quite vividly not liking my great Grandmother. She was old and kind of strange looking - all wrinkly. Her voice wobbled and she walked with a cane. She tried to get me to come over to her and I stuck my tongue out at her. Then I kicked her shin! Now, my mother and grandparents all knew how to administer old fashioned spankings. Dr. Spock was not part of anyone in my family's repertoire of reading. So you can imagine that type of behavior was not tolerated. So at 4 years old I began my training in honor and respect for the elders in my family - which was everyone!
My great Grandmother had a forgiving heart, fortunately, and became my best friend. I spent hours with her listening to stories of her parents and her childhood. I learned lots of history! When she felt good, she would dance a little jig for me down the hall (she was part Irish) and she played games with me. I thought she was so cool because she could stick both her upper and lower dentures out of her mouth! I'd bring my friends in to see it.
My grandparents sacrificed a great deal to have her living with them. It often meant that they couldn't go places as freely because we couldn't leave great Grandma alone in her later years. I learned a lot about responsibility during that time. Once, she fell in the bath tub toward the end of her life of 93 years and she began to decline. Mom and I (I was about 13) would spell my grandmother so she could get out of the house. It would take two of us to lift her out of the bed onto a bed pan. Nursing homes were just not considered. Her comfort and her well being and feelings were more important than our inconvenience. In our home, she was protected and loved. However, when she had a stroke, we had no choice and she passed on to glory outside her familiar surroundings. Her dignity, however, was protected. She had not regained consciousness after her stroke.
All this took place before I knew the Lord, but the example was there. Before I came to Christ, I had begun to imbibe the way the world looks at authority. So when I got saved, I had to begin a new phase of that school of obedience and honoring my mother. We had long since moved out of my grandparent's home. My grandfather had died and my grandmother could no longer stay alone. After spending a year and a half in Mexico, I returned to the States and saw that my grandmother was failing in her memory - more so than normal. She was in the early stages of Alzheimer's. We didn't know that at the time - Alzheimer's was a pretty new diagnosis. We were beginning the "long goodbye" as Ronald Regan said. I was working and Mom was working and it was so hard to take care of her - but we were committed as she had been to take care of my great grandmother and my great grandmother had taken care of her mother. The obedience part had now become the honoring part - maintaining her dignity and protecting her when she could no longer do it herself. We tried not to have a condescending attitude toward her. She was Grandma. And though we finally had to give up and place her in a nursing home, we visited her daily. We had the privilege of being there when she went to be with the Lord.
But the schooling isn't finished. Here I am at 47, relearning my place. This time, though, I can't depend on my Mom. She is depending on me. I've been humbled many times at how I've forgotten to help my Mom keep her dignity - for instance by contradicting her when she doesn't remember things right or when she does and I don't! This time, though, the Lord is teaching me that I must depend on Him to fulfill that commandment. My love and patience are not enough. It is His love and His patience that I'm learning to depend on.
Some have wondered at the length of separation from my husband and my kids. But I see it as such an answer to prayer. I couldn't be doing it without God's grace, but I always prayed that God would allow me to requite my mother even though I was so far away. And I believe that He will not fail me in this point because it is His commandment. I have a wonderful husband whose family has the same commitment. I also believe that it is an important testimony to the Cambodian people to whom we minister.
My children are now in this school. Soon, it will be their turn. They are looking at my example. My prayer is that they will learn the blessing of honoring and requiting of parents and that they will do it in the fullness of the Spirit. I pray that their memories of spending time with their grandma will be as precious as the memories I have of mine.
When I first arrived at my new home in Michigan, I remember quite vividly not liking my great Grandmother. She was old and kind of strange looking - all wrinkly. Her voice wobbled and she walked with a cane. She tried to get me to come over to her and I stuck my tongue out at her. Then I kicked her shin! Now, my mother and grandparents all knew how to administer old fashioned spankings. Dr. Spock was not part of anyone in my family's repertoire of reading. So you can imagine that type of behavior was not tolerated. So at 4 years old I began my training in honor and respect for the elders in my family - which was everyone!
My great Grandmother had a forgiving heart, fortunately, and became my best friend. I spent hours with her listening to stories of her parents and her childhood. I learned lots of history! When she felt good, she would dance a little jig for me down the hall (she was part Irish) and she played games with me. I thought she was so cool because she could stick both her upper and lower dentures out of her mouth! I'd bring my friends in to see it.
My grandparents sacrificed a great deal to have her living with them. It often meant that they couldn't go places as freely because we couldn't leave great Grandma alone in her later years. I learned a lot about responsibility during that time. Once, she fell in the bath tub toward the end of her life of 93 years and she began to decline. Mom and I (I was about 13) would spell my grandmother so she could get out of the house. It would take two of us to lift her out of the bed onto a bed pan. Nursing homes were just not considered. Her comfort and her well being and feelings were more important than our inconvenience. In our home, she was protected and loved. However, when she had a stroke, we had no choice and she passed on to glory outside her familiar surroundings. Her dignity, however, was protected. She had not regained consciousness after her stroke.
All this took place before I knew the Lord, but the example was there. Before I came to Christ, I had begun to imbibe the way the world looks at authority. So when I got saved, I had to begin a new phase of that school of obedience and honoring my mother. We had long since moved out of my grandparent's home. My grandfather had died and my grandmother could no longer stay alone. After spending a year and a half in Mexico, I returned to the States and saw that my grandmother was failing in her memory - more so than normal. She was in the early stages of Alzheimer's. We didn't know that at the time - Alzheimer's was a pretty new diagnosis. We were beginning the "long goodbye" as Ronald Regan said. I was working and Mom was working and it was so hard to take care of her - but we were committed as she had been to take care of my great grandmother and my great grandmother had taken care of her mother. The obedience part had now become the honoring part - maintaining her dignity and protecting her when she could no longer do it herself. We tried not to have a condescending attitude toward her. She was Grandma. And though we finally had to give up and place her in a nursing home, we visited her daily. We had the privilege of being there when she went to be with the Lord.
But the schooling isn't finished. Here I am at 47, relearning my place. This time, though, I can't depend on my Mom. She is depending on me. I've been humbled many times at how I've forgotten to help my Mom keep her dignity - for instance by contradicting her when she doesn't remember things right or when she does and I don't! This time, though, the Lord is teaching me that I must depend on Him to fulfill that commandment. My love and patience are not enough. It is His love and His patience that I'm learning to depend on.
Some have wondered at the length of separation from my husband and my kids. But I see it as such an answer to prayer. I couldn't be doing it without God's grace, but I always prayed that God would allow me to requite my mother even though I was so far away. And I believe that He will not fail me in this point because it is His commandment. I have a wonderful husband whose family has the same commitment. I also believe that it is an important testimony to the Cambodian people to whom we minister.
My children are now in this school. Soon, it will be their turn. They are looking at my example. My prayer is that they will learn the blessing of honoring and requiting of parents and that they will do it in the fullness of the Spirit. I pray that their memories of spending time with their grandma will be as precious as the memories I have of mine.
Dear Pastors and Praying Friends, January 2009
We want to express our sincere appreciation for your faithful prayers and support for our family and ministry during 2008. It has been an exciting and fruitful year, which could not have been possible without your partnership. Thank you for standing with us and upholding us in prayer. We look forward to new ministry opportunities and growth in this new year
Ministry Update
In December we hosted a large evangelistic outreach through medical/dental/eye clinics in association with Pastor Jan Milton, Evangelist Tom Farrell and Operation Renewed Hope(ORH). God really answered prayer in a wonderful way. Through the ORH team of eight doctors andmany nurses and ancillary help, we were able to see
1000 patients at the various clinic sites. The Gospel was preached effectively and interpretedvery clearly through the power of the Holy Spirit, with many responding for salvation. Please see the following web site for further details and a slide show. Click on the section referring to Cambodia at: www.TeamORH.com.
As a result of this outreach in cooperation with ORH, we have planted two new churches on the Mekong River. Two mature men have been called to begin teaching in these new areas. Chang will be traveling to the southern Mekong River site and Dara at the midway Mekong River site. They have already started meeting for Sunday services. God has provided wonderful locations for both churches, and we give Him the glory for the great work that He has done. These works have not begun without opposition. Please pray especially for the work on the southern Mekong River site. The new believers in that area are being pressured by relatives (especially since the last Chinese New Year) to renounce their new faith. The village leader accepted Christ, but his wife is angry because she is the owner of the local brothel and is
also putting pressure on him to renounce his faith.
We have adopted Acts 4:31 as our theme verse for the churches this year. We have begun evening prayer meetings in Phnom Penh and on Friday afternoon in Svay Roloum. Please pray that believers will be faithful to these meetings.
Recently, we obtained an open door to preach the Gospel in a military station near the Basaac River. Operation Renewed Hope owns a boat in Cambodia to be used for their medical outreach on the Mekong. We obtained permission to dock the boat where the Prime Minister docks his boat. While there, I had an opportunity to witness to the pilot of the Prime Minister's boat and his assistant. They were both very open, and I was able to lead them to the Lord. Being the man in charge, he gave me permission to witness at the nearby military station.
In closing, many of you already know that my wife made a trip to the States because her mother had a growing abdominal aortic aneurysm and needed surgery. Her surgery was the week before Thanksgiving. Following that surgery, a week later her mother was hospitalized for ten days with an obstruction. Two weeks ago, she had a herniated umbilical repaired. These events, along with other circumstances, have resulted in the need for Anna's mother to move to a retirement facility. Anna has been in the States for a total of two months. As Anna is the only child, it will be difficult for her to return to Cambodia until her mother's house sells and she is
moved to a new facility. In addition to these responsibilities, Anna is still home schooling Jonathan and Nancilynn, who travelled with her. Please pray that her mother's house will sell quickly, and pray for us as a family during this difficult separation.
Sincerely for the harvest,
Tom, Anna, Jonathan, Nancilynn, Victoria, and Joseph Johnson
Tom and Anna Johnson
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
I finally found it!
Well, as you can see, the last post was done by my friend Lisa Redick :-) (Thank you, Lisa). The reason is that Mother's Day brought a special present. A virus infected our computer, destroying all the wonderful pictures that we had taken since our new babies came and several trips down the Mekong. This caused some obvious problems which couldn't get resolved right away! But praise the Lord! We don't need computers to be joyful in Him! However, I had to laugh, because when I finally did get my computer back, I couldn't find my own blog! It's amazing how much I have relied on my computer to be my brain. Yes, I know, someone is bound to say "why didn't you back this stuff up???". I learned.
Anyway, I've lots of stories of God's great love and grace to tell and will write them in with pictures soon.
Thank you for stopping by.
Anyway, I've lots of stories of God's great love and grace to tell and will write them in with pictures soon.
Thank you for stopping by.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Full of Faith
And without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he that cometh to God must believe that He is and that He is a rewarder of them that diligently seek Him. Hebrews 11:6
It was a cool breezy evening, the fresh kind of breeze that comes after a good soaking rain in the tropics. Sok and I were standing on the front porch of the building that we rent for our weekly Sunday services. She was beaming.
When I had first met Sok eight years earlier, she had just become a Christian. Her husband, the second one, was a drunkard and beat her and her two children regularly. Her relatives had given up on her and she lived on the money she made selling jackfruit. She was faithful to the church we had planted in her village and was ready listener to the preaching and active in fellowship. Though she (and us also) regularly prayed for her husband, it seemed like things were getting worse. Finally, her relatives threw her off the land that she was renting and she had no where to go. My husband, our then co-worker, and the deacon of our Phnom Penh church got her and the kids into a shelter. They were allowed to stay for only three months. What would she do?
I can't say that I know exactly what was going through her mind, but I did notice a change in her countenance during those months. It seemed that she was resting. Most people in that position would be constantly thinking ahead about the next step, worrying about the future. Sok wasn't like that. Her confidence was clearly in the Lord and that He answers prayer. Her faith in the Lord was obviouse. In fact, rather miraculously she was offered a job in the kitchen. After a year, she had saved enough money to buy a little plot of land. Each year her contract was re-evaluated, but the Lord has kept her there. Finally, she told me that she had prayed the Lord would allow her to work with the women at the shelter. She was given that position.
As we stood there on that porch, she was telling me with tears in her eyes that she could never forget how good the Lord has been to her and has taken care of her. It was quite apparent that the object of her focus was not on the job itself, or the things the job had allowed her to get, but the simple fact that He had taken one messed up life and turned it around to be something beautiful and full of purpose.
God has counted her a faithful steward of the "true riches". She is now nurturing several young ladies who had broken lives and have turned to Jesus for cleansing and healing. They had all taken the step of obedience in Believer's Baptism that rainy night. What a blessing to be a part of her journey (and now theirs, too)! Please pray for her to continue to be a beaming testimony of the Lord Jesus.
It was a cool breezy evening, the fresh kind of breeze that comes after a good soaking rain in the tropics. Sok and I were standing on the front porch of the building that we rent for our weekly Sunday services. She was beaming.
When I had first met Sok eight years earlier, she had just become a Christian. Her husband, the second one, was a drunkard and beat her and her two children regularly. Her relatives had given up on her and she lived on the money she made selling jackfruit. She was faithful to the church we had planted in her village and was ready listener to the preaching and active in fellowship. Though she (and us also) regularly prayed for her husband, it seemed like things were getting worse. Finally, her relatives threw her off the land that she was renting and she had no where to go. My husband, our then co-worker, and the deacon of our Phnom Penh church got her and the kids into a shelter. They were allowed to stay for only three months. What would she do?
I can't say that I know exactly what was going through her mind, but I did notice a change in her countenance during those months. It seemed that she was resting. Most people in that position would be constantly thinking ahead about the next step, worrying about the future. Sok wasn't like that. Her confidence was clearly in the Lord and that He answers prayer. Her faith in the Lord was obviouse. In fact, rather miraculously she was offered a job in the kitchen. After a year, she had saved enough money to buy a little plot of land. Each year her contract was re-evaluated, but the Lord has kept her there. Finally, she told me that she had prayed the Lord would allow her to work with the women at the shelter. She was given that position.
As we stood there on that porch, she was telling me with tears in her eyes that she could never forget how good the Lord has been to her and has taken care of her. It was quite apparent that the object of her focus was not on the job itself, or the things the job had allowed her to get, but the simple fact that He had taken one messed up life and turned it around to be something beautiful and full of purpose.
God has counted her a faithful steward of the "true riches". She is now nurturing several young ladies who had broken lives and have turned to Jesus for cleansing and healing. They had all taken the step of obedience in Believer's Baptism that rainy night. What a blessing to be a part of her journey (and now theirs, too)! Please pray for her to continue to be a beaming testimony of the Lord Jesus.
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