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prophetic pause

When I first started writing -really writing- I got my humble beginnings on my little MySpace blog with 40 readers.  I thought that in order to get people to read I had to say every doggone thing that came to mind about every teensy thing that made me angry or sad.  I wanted everyone to know how mad I was as I thrashed about judgements and silly arguments about a whole lotta nothin’.  It was terribly immature but I thought it was, ya know, “cute,” and “just me.”

Sadly, I see that a lot nowadays.  People tweeting and blogging in ways that celebrate them being sarcastic & b*tchy, snarky & judgmental.  Do they assume by owning up to it -even celebrating it- that it’s cute?  That ‘ish aint cute.  And certainly not worthy of celebration.  Yea, I get that it draws like-minded folks.  Yea, I get that one can draw tons of online attention by a showy splash of indecent exposure.  But to what end?

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From now on here at RTA, I Grace will be flexing my prophetic muscle once a month by writing on issues within the Christian community that need to be addressed, tweaked, overhauled or celebrated.  So.  Come take a prophetic pause with me.  It’s much like a pregnant pause but without the awkward silence.  Speaking of silence, speak up! Let me know in the comments, where you stand.  The rules: I’ll live into my name and keep it grace-filled, you keep it honest and we should have a good thing going.  Let’s roll…

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 ”Can you believe Pastor so-and-so did that?  And this?  We’re leaving that Church.”  It seems every other blog post I read these days is one iteration or another of endless anti-Church chatter.

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Thougtful R1

[This post is part of the "Non Conventional Places A.P.E. Giftings Show Up" series. Read the rest of the posts here!]

Ever wondered how your spiritual gifts play out in your parenting style?  It’s pretty easy to assume the way you parent is due to your wonderful planning combined with the 55 gajillion parenting books you’ve ingested.  Ever considered that the healthiest aspects of your parenting style are all bound up with your spiritual gifts?  Well, duh.  I hadn’t.

Like most areas of my life I hadn’t realized I was “leading” my children out of my spiritual gifts because a) I tend not to notice the things I’m doing well that I haven’t horded enormous effort into and b) the connection between spiritual gifts and parenting styles is talked about so infrequently.

Due to all the duty and responsibility wrapped up in being a parent it can seem daunting right to figure out which is which? But, we are leading our kiddo’s and we may as well do that in an informed way.  We need to do that in a way that lovingly invites them to share with us in our work to expand the Kingdom of God.  When the hubs & I parent R1 & R2 with these intentions in mind we are shepherding their gifts as well as watching them learn and risk alongside us.

Today I’m kicking off a 4 part series on four non-conventional places A.P.E. gifts show up: in parenting, marriage, blogging & friendships.  On our Belief page, we describe the Apostolic gift set as “leading in a sent way” to reach those in the fold or to expand the Kingdom of God where it is not yet.  Since I’m a stronger A than P or E I’ll explore how we can apostolically lead in these 4 areas in a sent way with a little P & E thrown in for good measure.  (And yes, apostolically is my very own made up word.  Can you handle it?)

So.  How can we model A.P.E. giftings while shepherding our kiddo’s into their unique gifts and callings?

Here’s a few ways I’ve given it a shot…
grace and york

York Moore and Grace Biskie when she was just 18!

[This is a series designed to bring you into the the unique A.P.E stories of each writer on this blog. We hope each one of you can find a little of your A.P.E story inside of one of us. Read the other stories]

When I started in campus ministry several years ago, I was 18, unmotivated, and a confused biracial kid with baggage up the wazoo and not a mite of confidence except in the only things I’d managed to perfect: fashion and hair.  I started tagging along with the InterVarsity kids not because of Jesus or even to chase after the random hot dudes I frequently pursued.

I went because the InterVarsity staff worker at Wayne State was black.  Up to that point, I hadn’t known a single African-American Christian living faithfully to Jesus and I was desperate to see, touch, taste and feel that experience. Instinctively, I knew I’d never follow Jesus in a genuine way if I hadn’t seen it lived out among people who looked, talked, acted, thought and danced like I did.

Long story short, I gave my life to Jesus through the ministry of InterVarsity Christian Fellowship at WSU in my hometown of Detroit, MI.  About as soon as Jesus swept through and flipped my life upside down I felt a profound burden to bring the same hope I’d found in Him to other African-American students.  I became keenly aware of the gap between the top notch training InterVarsity provided and the many storefront Churches dotting 6 mile barely holding on for dear life. If those storefront Church’s were producing compelling, thoughtful or engaging African-American disciples of Christ I’d yet to meet any of them.  My desire for change didn’t come from a sense of condemnation, but of longing.  I longed to see ALL of my Detroit homies come to faith in Jesus, and starting with campus seemed to be my best bet.

My first task on campus was to lead a small group Bible study.  In the next two years, I went on to be our chapter’s small group coordinator and just ahead of my senior year I settled in at the top of the food chain as our Chapter President.  All the while, my staff worker, York Moore consistently encouraged me to join InterVarsity staff upon graduation.

“But York,” I argued “I don’t actually know what I’m doing…leading just comes naturally to me.” Ahhh, I was the ultimate novice.  However, York won.  Within a year I’d graduated, married & settled into InterVarsity staff alongside my husband, Dave at Western Michigan University.

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