Jackie's Journey "The Trials of Covid-19!"

Just the word “trial” is troublesome and challenging! When I think of the difficulties, sufferings, distresses, worries, anxieties that we are experiencing as a nation, in our homes, on the streets and globally, I am reminded that “afflictions are but the shadow of God’s wings.” George MacDonald “  God will not permit any troubles to come upon us, unless He has a specific plan by which great blessing can come out of the difficulty.” Peter Marshall

Why God Allows Trials? (to create a greater purpose for the benefit of others.)  Daniel of the Old Testament yielded what he could not change, to be free to be used in a dynamic way:

·      Saw his family killed in Jerusalem

·      Taken captive

·      Became a eunuch

·      Submitted his pain to God

Result:  He influenced two worldwide Empires!

 Responding to Trials:

 We benefit from them or we react to them and “lock down” emotionally with:

·      Impatience

·      Fretfulness

·      Why me? Attitudes

·      Complaining

·      Rebelliouness

·       Bitterness

 We benefit if we learn to respond to trials with:

 ACCEPTANCE WITH JOY

AND THANKSGIVING = GROWTH/MATURITY

 There are Three basic Biblical Principles regarding Trials:

Ø  Trials are common; no one escapes unscathed 1 Cor. 10:13

Ø  Trials will pass I Peter 1: 6

Ø  Trials are lessons NOT to be wasted!  James 1:4 (Let endurance come to accomplish His greater purpose) Remember the biblical account of Joseph, the treasurer of Egypt?

 The Purpose of Trials

§  The pressure of trials produces faith 

§  The pressure of trials produces patience 

§  The pressure of trials produces maturity

§  The pressure of Trials produces wisdom

 How can Trials be faced with JOY?

1.     We trust God’s sovereign plan.  Rom. 8:28

2.      We know God will never give a trial too big. 1 Cor. 10:13 God carries us       with His grace.

3.     We anticipate the Eternal benefit.  Rom. 8:18; 11 Cor. 4:17

4.     We know the Holy Spirit will help us. Rom. 8: 26 The Holy Spirit will comfort and carry us.

5.     We know testing will produce Godly qualities.  Job 23:10

 How are you dealing with the trials in your life?

~Jackie Johnson - I am a former tribal missionary to the Kuna Indians on the Colombian border in Central America.  Fluent in several languages, my husband and I currently pastor a Spanish-speaking church in Southern California.  My passion is mentoring and equipping dedicated young women for life, marriage, motherhood, and beyond. I am the mother of two daughters and the grandmother of three Princesses and four young Knights. 

Jackie's Journey "Covid-19...Listen to the Heros!"

My husband was a paratrooper in the 82nd Airborne.   He doesn’t see heights. In the many jumps he made while in the Army, there was always the moment where he made the choice to walk through the door of fear and…jump!  I am no stranger to fear and the Covid-19 pandemic initially called to mind the fact that “I am no stranger to fear”.

 “Today many people are living in the bondage of fear.  In a recent study, a psychiatrist said that the greatest problems facing his patients was fear.  Afraid of Alzheimer’s, dementia, committing suicide, being alone, or afraid of heart disease, cancer, disaster, plague or death.  We are becoming a nation of fearful people.  Down through the centuries in times of trouble, temptation, trial, bereavement and crisis, God has brought courage to the hearts of those who love Him.  The Bible is crowded with assurances of God’s help and comfort in every kind of trouble which might cause fears to arise in the human heart.  Today the Christian can come to the Scriptures with full assurance that God is going to deliver the person who puts his trust and confidence in God.  Christians can look into the future with promise, hope and joy, and without fear, discouragement or despondency.”  Billy Graham

 I am not unfamiliar with fear.  However, God has faithfully proved Himself to me over and over, and my trust in His will for my life supersedes and replaces my fear with faith.  Early on in my Christian life I was forced to walk through the door of fear repeatedly, only to see it dissipate!  The statement that “God’s sovereignty and His control is either true or it’s not true.  If it’s not true, we’d better forget about God.  But if it is true and we accept God’s revelation of Himself, our faith enables us to enjoy and rest in the certainty of His providence”. Paul Little

 God’s plan and divine purpose is always wrapped in our acknowledging His walking with us through whatever it is we are facing.  He’s got it wired and it is for our best.  “This is sane, wholesome, practical, working faith: first, that it is a person’s business to do the will of God; second, that God takes on Himself the special care of that person; and third, therefore that person ought never to be afraid of anything.” George MacDonald

 We are living in a world in which God has the last word…

 “Do not fear, for I am with you; 

Do not anxiously look about you for I am your God. 

 I will strengthen you, surely I will help you,

 Surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.”

Isaiah 41: 10

“Strength and Dignity are her clothing,

And she has no fear of the future.”

Proverbs 31: 25

~Jackie Johnson - I am a former tribal missionary to the Kuna Indians on the Colombian border in Central America.  Fluent in several languages, my husband and I currently pastor a Spanish-speaking church in Southern California.  My passion is mentoring and equipping dedicated young women for life, marriage, motherhood, and beyond. I am the mother of two daughters and the grandmother of three Princesses and four young Knights. 

Jackie's Journey "Forgotten Father's!"

Meet my wonderful Father…Never to be Forgotten!

“It was Grandfather’s birthday.  He was 79.  He got up early, showered, combed his hair and put on his Sunday best so he would look nice when they came.

 He skipped his daily walk to the town café where he had coffee with his cronies.  He wanted to be home when they came.

 He put his porch chair on the sidewalk so he could get a better view of the street when they drove up to help celebrate his birthday.

 At noon he got tired but decided to forgo his nap so he could be there when they came.  Most of the rest of the afternoon he spent near the telephone so he could answer it when they called.

 His has five married children, 13 grandchildren and three great-grandchildren.  One son and daughter live within 10 miles of his place.  They hadn’t visited him for a long time.  But today was his birthday and they were sure to come.

 At suppertime he left the cake untouched so they could cut it and have dessert with him.

 After supper he sat on the porch waiting.

 At 8:30 he went to his room to prepare for bed.  Before retiring he left a note on the door, which read, “Be sure to wake me up when you come.”

 It was Grandfather’s birthday.  He was 79.”

 This fell out of my Dad’s bible when I picked it up to read while visiting my Mom.  My Mother had read it in Ann Lander’s daily advice column many years ago.  It so touched my heart for lonely and forgotten father’s and grandfather’s that I decided to share it with you.

 Yesterday was Father’s Day…did you remember to celebrate your father and grandfather?

~Jackie Johnson - I am a former tribal missionary to the Kuna Indians on the Colombian border in Central America.  Fluent in several languages, my husband and I currently pastor a Spanish-speaking church in Southern California.  My passion is mentoring and equipping dedicated young women for life, marriage, motherhood, and beyond. I am the mother of two daughters and the grandmother of three Princesses and four young Knights. 

Jackie's Journey "The Unpretentious Teapot!"

“Even a small star shines brightly in the dark!”

 For a multitude of years, sixty or more, I observed this small dark black porcelain teapot with tiny violets that rested on a shelf in my mother’s kitchen.  It was certainly from another time period and had been carefully used, over and over again, but not by my mother.  Mother didn’t drink tea…only coffee.  So, what was that teapot doing in Mom’s kitchen?  It did not look fragile, but had obviously been someone’s friend for many seasons. When my mother moved, over the years, the teapot always found a visible place in her new home.  

 What was it about that uninviting, black teapot that was so special?  The gold embellishment below the lid had faded.   It looked almost out of place sitting next to the bouquet of violets splashed onto sparkling white plates that had been imported from England. Coupled with the crystal goblets and silver place settings that Mom was using now, it looked out of place.  But…there it sat…year after year…like the rhythm of time…all alone, in plain view. 

My maternal Grandmother Olivia’s Teapot

 In contrast, my mother’s oldest daughter, after returning from the mission field, loved delicate English floral teapots, collar boxes, portrait plates…I collected them, with teacups and saucers!  They could be found in every room of the house!  Many carried a memory of a person, place or time in my life.  

 Why had I never asked about that one solitary very old teapot 

that was cherished by my mother??  Why did she only have one?

 One afternoon this shy teapot became a source of conversation.  Mom had purchased a new beautiful English teapot for me and amidst my profuse expression of gratefulness, I remembered the abandoned black teapot and I finally asked where it had come from.  

 She began by telling me how beautiful that teapot was!

 My mother was raised in rural Missouri during the Depression of 1929.  There were five little siblings and they all worked hard gathering eggs, raising and killing chickens to sell at market, milking cows, churning butter, picking apples to sell, canning fruits, pickles and vegetables that they had grown together to store in the cold cellar, etc. etc.…they laughed and played, as they worked. 

 My Mother would watch, as my grandmother Olivia never stopped moving from one task to another, as long as there was light.  She had treasured memories of her petite, energetic, industrious and exhausted mother.  Ollie, she was called, would pause for a few moments to fill that little homely teapot to steal a twinkling nanosecond, catching her breath, before jumping up again to grab the last semblance of light to finish the day’s activities.  She was, finally, forced to quit working as the sun set and head toward the house to get dinner for everyone! 

 Totally unaware, at that time, of the loving commitment and diligence her mother was exerting to care for their family, the diminutive teapot had come to represent the tremendous sacrifice her parents had made to see them vigilantly live through the Depression, when people were standing in food lines because of hunger, there was no work and families were falling apart all around her.

 Suddenly, that little “star” teapot began to shine brightly and she had taken on a whole new personality… indeed, she was beautiful!  She carried an important piece of my grandmother in her presence!  From then on, I excitedly took every opportunity to catch a glimpse of that priceless teapot, every chance I got!  

 One day, years later, my mother, who was in her 90’s then,

 asked if I would like to have “her”! 

 I could hardly contain myself...!

 This little unpretentious teapot is no longer alone on a shelf, 

but proudly displayed in my home with her story… 

A treasure that my Mother and Grandmother had cherished, 

as I do now… 

Never underestimate the value of a baffling mystery.

 Watch for surprising generational blessings…

~Jackie Johnson - I am a former tribal missionary to the Kuna Indians on the Colombian border in Central America.  Fluent in several languages, my husband and I currently pastor a Spanish-speaking church in Southern California.  My passion is mentoring and equipping dedicated young women for life, marriage, motherhood, and beyond. I am the mother of two daughters and the grandmother of three Princesses and four young Knights. 

Jackie's Journey "Servant or Master?"

“The purpose of life is NOT to find our freedom, but our Master.”  P. T. Forsyth

 Computers, Iphones, ipads, and social media are only technologies…glass, metal, wires, connections and gadgets…until you place them in your home.  In some homes, they become a baby-sitter, for babies of all ages.  In other homes, they are a narcotic, an escape from reality.  Or it may be a thief, stealing time, thoughts, friendships, creativity, and opportunities for much needed recreation and genuine companionship.  In too few homes, they are a servant, providing information, insight, commentary on life, news, laughter, music, and worthwhile entertainment.

 What they become, depends on you, the user.  If you accept it as a tool, using them sparingly, wisely, and purposely, they can become a servant.  If you accept it as a friend, use them continuously, it will become your master. (my edit - David Augsburger)

 Is your technology your servant or your master?

 Moms, we are reproducing like kind!  They watch and copy what is permissible to us…they copy what we do more than what we say.  Children need models, not critics.  We wonder where the younger generation is headed,,,look where it came from!  What we do in moderation, our children will do in excess. 

Just saying…

~Jackie Johnson - I am a former tribal missionary to the Kuna Indians on the Colombian border in Central America.  Fluent in several languages, my husband and I currently pastor a Spanish-speaking church in Southern California.  My passion is mentoring and equipping dedicated young women for life, marriage, motherhood, and beyond. I am the mother of two daughters and the grandmother of three Princesses and four young Knights. 

Jackie's Journey "Surreptitious Scorpion!"

Before we arrived in Panama we had seen the handiwork of the Kuna Indians and were amazed at their beautiful Mola creations. They would take the jungle and its inhabitants and meticulously sew them into intricate three-layer tapestries.   We would soon discover the secrets of these pieces of art! 

Can you see the arthropods on this one?

A Typical Kuna Mola

When challenged for tribal missions the unknowns were the most difficult to adjust to…and the unknowns were many and continual.  Honestly, there were more unknowns in our jungle life than I could ever have imagined while stateside…and trust me, I thought my fear had covered everything conceivable in preparation for our missionary service!

 The word hope in the Bible is a term of certainty.  The Greek word translated “hope” in the New Testament is elpizo, which means, “to anticipate with confident expectation.”  Uncertainty and the unknown are bedfellows!  They helped develop my capacity to be a woman of hope and not despair.

 Arriving in the last frontier of Panama…the Darien Gap, I stepped over the threshold of our new home.  This dense jungle is said to be one of the last wild frontiers in the world!

 Had I not heard this before arriving??

 It was dark and wet.  The mud-packed floor was cold!  Ralph had poured one cement floor in the house and realized it was not a viable option to do more considering the number of weighty bags of cement that would have to be carried two days from Panama City by banana boat and, then, another day upriver by dugout to reach the shoreline of our village.

 Kim, our youngest daughter, was a nursing baby when we first arrived. As the months rapidly slipped away from us, we knew she would soon be crawling.  Anticipating his daughter’s first attempts, her Dad found woodcutters from Colombia to carve a wood floor from the jungle.

 He also brought in cats from Panama City to discourage the creepy crawlers, skittering mice, and flying bats in the house at night!  Kim loved the cats!  Right on cue, before the floor was finished, Kim began crawling and she was fast! She chased the cats and disappeared out of sight every chance she got!

Kim’s friends

One morning her little friends were circling our bed in a very agitated manner.  Kim was as excited as the cats and crawling right behind them!  Swiftly snatching her up into my arms, I caught a glimpse of something large moving under the bed!  I was hoping it was a bird that had lost its way…

  Not certain what had entered the house unaware, I instinctively picked up the biggest and heaviest object I had close at hand…Ralph’s size 14 Combat Boot!  With one fell swoop I smashed the largest scorpion I had ever seen.  Its crushed tail extended beyond the end of the boot!

Alertness is learning to foresee dangers and fully understand the consequences!  No problem here…I was on alert!

 This, of course, includes creepy crawlers but also being alert to the dangers of our words, actions, attitudes, and thoughts!  My thoughts could never have visualized all the variables that became my almost daily occurrence.  Being alert to what was taking place around me was a practice that became inherent in our jungle life.  

 Being watchful and prompt to meet danger or an emergency is the definition of alertness.  Learning to pay attention to the lessons God was teaching me through the experiences He was bringing my way were invaluable to my spiritual growth.  My anxiety, resistance and need to be “in control” often hindered His growing me up! 

How alert are you?

 Have those under your care experienced problems 

that should have been detected and corrected?

Are you aware of opportunities God gives you to witness 

and encourage others to grow spiritually?

What is the last problem you could have avoided 

by being alert to danger?

~Jackie Johnson - I am a former tribal missionary to the Kuna Indians on the Colombian border in Central America.  Fluent in several languages, my husband and I currently pastor a Spanish-speaking church in Southern California.  My passion is mentoring and equipping dedicated young women for life, marriage, motherhood, and beyond. I am the mother of two daughters and the grandmother of three Princesses and four young Knights. 

Jackie's Journey "Final Farewell??"

Kim, my constant companion in those days…

“On my bed I remember you; I think of you through the watches of the night.  Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings. 

 My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me.”

Psalm 63: 6,7,8.

 The Darien is an earthy, steamy environment of thick rainforest.  The humidity was thick enough to slice and the heat was barely bearable.  With our return to Pucuro after my major surgery came the responsibilities that we had left three months prior.  Our partners, Jay and Sue Gunsteens and their family, had gone on furlough and returned to the States. My strength had not returned and I tired very easily.  I started resting in the afternoon and within a few months I was having difficulty getting up at all.  

 Ralph had fastened a battery tape recorder to the wall above the bed so I could listen to the Book of Psalms.  They brought me great comfort as I listened to David in his distress and God’s continual deliverance.  God became my refuge and consolation in ways I had never experienced before.  The isolation from civilization, the absence of medical convenience and the sense I was dying was exchanged for finding Him more than enough to meet all my apprehension. 

 How does God meet you in a tight spot?

  The daily opening of the clinic, delivering babies in the night, homeschooling Christina, the care of toddler Kimberly, the linguistic work and the daily opportunity to share Christ… all brought profound joy.  In spite of my physical state, my circumstances brought life-lessons I would never have recognized, experienced or understood apart from this plan God had for me.

 “If you have raced with men on foot and they have worn you out,

how can you compete with horses?  If you stumble in safe country, 

how will you manage in the thickets by the Jordan?

Jeremiah 12: 5; Proverbs 24:10

  We kept thinking if we could just persevere a few more months we would see our Kuna family in a spiritual place where we were comfortable leaving for an extended furlough and seek medical help.  We did not want both missionary families among our tribe to be on furlough at the same time.

 The people would come and sit with me as I lay in bed.  Nangel, pictured beloow with Ralph, the village midwife, grandma, and precious new Christian came daily and I looked forward to her visit.  One day she kept saying to the other women gathered around my bed, “Purkwis tani!”.  Usually, that phrase is reserved for those who are dying.  It is translated, “Death comes!”  I remember thinking…it had been over a year since the surgery and I must look horrendously bad!  As a young mother, death seemed illusive, an impossibility…until my health failed and God began to speak to me gently, resolutely and unmistakably through His Word…

Did Nangel see something I couldn’t? 

 A few weeks later a couple on the field committee, Don and Pat Barger, came in by plane for a day visit. The look on their faces when they entered our home told me that what Nangel had said might be true!  They immediately encouraged us to leave the village with them and to take an early furlough and get medical help in the States.  I had one small round mirror interior and I had watched my face become thin and gaunt over the months, but I did not realize how tiny I was all over!

Waiting with Kim in Panama City for our flight to the states.

 I will forever be grateful for their divine intervention in our lives that day.  After a few days and friendly persuasion, we packed a few things, said our good-byes and headed to Scripps Diagnostic Hospital in the States.

 As the plane lifted into the sky, I caught a glimpse of the entire village waving to us in what Scripps confirmed could have been our final farewell!  

 Do you hear His voice daily speaking to you through Scripture? 

Gently?  Resolutely?  Unmistakably?

 Are you listening?

~Jackie Johnson - I am a former tribal missionary to the Kuna Indians on the Colombian border in Central America.  Fluent in several languages, my husband and I currently pastor a Spanish-speaking church in Southern California.  My passion is mentoring and equipping dedicated young women for life, marriage, motherhood, and beyond. I am the mother of two daughters and the grandmother of three Princesses and four young Knights. 

Jackie's Journey "The Key to a Miserable Life!"

“The doorstep to the temple of wisdom is the knowledge of our own ignorance”.

Charles Spurgeon

 Personally, I would like to stand on the threshold side of being a wise woman, wife, mother, grandmother…however, in the light of these few miserable sentences, I am taking a solitary moment to evaluate how wise I REALLY AM…

 Misery is defined and developed by the way I:

 Think about myself.

Talk about myself.

Use “I” as often as possible.

Mirror myself continually in the opinion of others.

Listen greedily to what people say about me.

Expect to be appreciated.

Be suspicious.

Be jealous and envious.

 Be sensitive to slights.

Never forgive a criticism.

Trust nobody but myself.

Insist on consideration and respect.

Demand agreement with my own views on everything.

Sulk if people are not grateful to me for favors shown them.

Never forget a service I may have rendered.

Be on the lookout for a good time for myself.

Shirk my duties and responsibilities if I can.

Do as little as possible for others.

Love myself supremely.

Be selfish.

      Anonymous

 Do you know anyone like this?

 If we had a sane estimate of ourselves, we would panic at the thought

that our own ignorance condemns us!   “The unexamined life is not worth living.”  Socrates

Wisdom is knowing what to do next; skill is knowing how to do it and virtue is doing it!

Have a great week…

~Jackie Johnson - I am a former tribal missionary to the Kuna Indians on the Colombian border in Central America.  Fluent in several languages, my husband and I currently pastor a Spanish-speaking church in Southern California.  My passion is mentoring and equipping dedicated young women for life, marriage, motherhood, and beyond. I am the mother of two daughters and the grandmother of three Princesses and four young Knights. 

Jackie's Journey "Celebrating Mama!"

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

I love you, sweet Mama…” Love is not a passion.  It is the pulse of sacrifice”.

 For seventy-seven years you have taught me about genuine love and Motherhood.  I have watched you and still watch you, as you maneuver life.  You are strong and courageous, especially in these latter years without Daddy.  You face life with grace each day with acceptance of God’s Hand and timing.  You have no fear of old age which is the assumption that we still have many years of life ahead of us. “The length of our days is seventy years or eighty, IF we have the strength; yet this span is but trouble and sorrow and passes quickly and then we fly away! (Psalm 90:10)  

 You have learned to be “satisfied in the morning with His unfailing love.  You may not sing for joy out loud but you are glad for every day.”  And you still look forward to any, or all, of us coming and visiting with you.  You are a good listener and I can remember my high school friends coming home with me… to talk and be with you!  

 You are wise, precious 101-year-old Mama.  You have taught me, by example, “to number my days, to be deliberate with my heritage, to think generations and to see how short and quickly life passes.  I am paying attention.  So, you see…your job is well done, but not finished yet…

 Thank you for leading the way, leaving a print for me to step in 

and showing me the pulse of sacrificial love…

I love you!

~Jackie Johnson - I am a former tribal missionary to the Kuna Indians on the Colombian border in Central America.  Fluent in several languages, my husband and I currently pastor a Spanish-speaking church in Southern California.  My passion is mentoring and equipping dedicated young women for life, marriage, motherhood, and beyond. I am the mother of two daughters and the grandmother of three Princesses and four young Knights. 

Jackie's Journey "The Three Logics!"

We say we want equality…but we also want special treatment…right?

 Someone recently sent these 6 deadly terms to me:

1)    “FINE:  This is the word women use to end an argument when she knows she is right and your better half needs to shut up.

2)    NOTHING:  means something and your husband needs to be worried.

3)    GO AHEAD: this is a dare, not permission… do not do it.

4)    WHATEVER:  A woman’s way of saying back off.

5)    THAT’S OKAY:  Woman is thinking long and hard on how and when you will pay for your mistake.

6)    Bonus Word: WOW!: this is not a compliment. She’s amazed that one person could be so stupid.”

This is meant to be humorous but, 

does this seem logical to you?

Woman’s Logic is:

1.     Personal

2.     Emotional

3.     Identity with family, in home

4.     Demonstrates love by loving child’s father

5.     Thinks relationships

6.     Details important

7.     Communicates for fellowship and fulfillment/ facts unimportant

Man’s Logic is:

1.     Impersonal

2.     Mechanical

3.     Identity with work; outside of home

4.     Demonstrates love by loving child’s mother

5.     Thinks provision; protection

6.     Not interested in details/ “bottom line it”

7.     Communicates for information exchange/ facts are important not fellowship

8.     Woman is to complete him/ He does NOT want to be completed

 Often parents then pass their immature, incomplete, unrefined personas

onto their family and expect them to adjust to it. 

 There is only one logic that, if followed, will produce mature and complete children equipped to live in this perverse world.  One logic that will reap the reward of blessing from the only logic that really counts!

 God’s Logic:

1.     You give all you have to become rich

2.     You must lose your life to find it

3.      You humble yourself to be exalted

4.     You love your enemies, not hate them

5.     You be kind to those who misuse you

6.     You take the log out of your own eye first

7.     You study the law to find your sin

 Whose logic do you live by?

~Jackie Johnson - I am a former tribal missionary to the Kuna Indians on the Colombian border in Central America.  Fluent in several languages, my husband and I currently pastor a Spanish-speaking church in Southern California.  My passion is mentoring and equipping dedicated young women for life, marriage, motherhood, and beyond. I am the mother of two daughters and the grandmother of three Princesses and four young Knights.