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Thai friends have taught me a lot about generosity


Generous neighbors sharing Kao Lam,
coconut milk sticky rice cooked in bamboo over a fire

Tiida and her son David

"Generous people generate things.

And, consequently, their worlds are more varied, surprising, colorful, fruitful. They're richer.

More abounds with them, and yet they have a greater thirst and deeper capacity to take it all in.

The world delights the generous but seldom overwhelms them."

-Author unknown

Greetings from Thailand!  

One of the weird things about being a missionary, or anyone who aims to help others improve their lives is that we are constantly in the position, or at least the posture of a beggar.  

We are always asking for help, in order to help.  

I do not naturally like this feeling. 
I prefer to feel independent, self-sufficient, and to not have to assume a humble posture of need.  

One danger I have observed for those who have to stay in this place of dependence on others is that gratitude can slowly morph into entitlement.  

More to the point, we can come to erroneous belief that we are merely recipients of generosity, rather than agents of generosity.  

I heard a great sermon on this by a Thai pastor last week.  

He reminded us that the people Paul holds up as an example of generosity in the Bible were quite poor. 
What I also noticed was that need was only part of the reason for giving. 

Generosity itself, for the giver, was a source of great joy and interest.  

A generous supply of flowers

Peter & Dada before moving to Austrailia

Celebrating God's generosity

My friend Matt shared the quote at the top of this page with me after a similar conversation over dinner.  

My heart was shouting: "Yes! Yes, that is exactly right!"

When I encounter bored or unhappy people, almost inevitably they live in a small, self-centered world.  

They are not overwhelmed so much as suffocating. 
Their world is not too big or even too bad, but too small.  

A generous spirit opens up endless possibilities for enjoyment.  

One of the most sensible guides I have ever heard for finding happiness in life,
is to try to learn how to enjoy the largest possible variety of things. 

If I enjoy the sun, I can enjoy sunny days. 
If I enjoy the snow I can enjoy snowy days.
If I learn to appreciate and enjoy all the various kinds of weather,
I am more like to be happy more often.  

Now apply that principle to all of life.  

Generosity generates things, it is creative and productive.  

It is a mistake to define wealth merely in terms of numbers in bank accounts.  

A healthy person is rich compared to a sick person.
A man with a loving family is rich compared to a man with an unhappy family.
A man who has freedom with his time and schedule is rich,
compared to a workaholic with a higher salary.

We need to reconsider what we mean by these words generosity and wealth.  

Case meetings every month

We deliver a lot of rice thanks to your generosity

Always time for a day on the river

Have you ever watched the home tours of the rich and famous on tv? 
It can be fun, but when you think about it, one thing they all seem to lack is creativity.  

They hire the same interior decorators
(because they can't think of what they themselves like).

They buy the same exotic cars and clothes. 
(but rarely drive them or wear them) 

Riches without generosity grow stagnant and boring. 
You can only buy so many purses, so many cars, so many things.  
But generosity with resources only grows more varied and lively.  

Life is more surprising, colorful, and fruitful.

Generosity brings us into new experiences, and new relationships and new interests. 

It is the result of something important we have learned about the world
and the God who made the world:
There is abundance! 

Reading everywhere we go

Swimming with friends

100 Days of School

We are prone to think of everything in terms of scarcity (not enough).
What another gains, is our loss.   

Not enough money,
not enough time,
not enough for retirement, etc.  

We do this in economics and politics too,
assuming that one person's gain must come at the expense of another.  

But it is often not the case.  
One of the mysteries and miracles of the free market is that a rising tide often does lift all ships.  

Imagine if we start from an assumption of abundance, rather than scarcity, think how it might change our lives.  

What if we could share freely, give gladly, without any fear of there not being enough? 

Yet, this is exactly what God has invited us to do!  

Truly generous people often have found that the more they gave away, the more that came to them.  
Not only in financial terms, but relationships, hobbies, and interests of all kinds.  

Proverbs says this:

"One person gives freely, yet gains even more;
    another withholds what he should give, but comes to poverty."

The first person has a perspective of abundance.
"The more I give away, the richer my life becomes!" 

The second person has a perspective of scarcity:
"I'd better be careful, play it safe and see to my needs."

But there is no scarcity in God's economy. 

Jesus said as much in Luke 6:

"Give, and it will be given to you.
A good measure, pressed down,
shaken together and running over,
will be poured into your lap.
 
For with the measure you use,
it will be measured to you.”

This principle runs through the Bible, give away and you will gain.

You become truly rich in the same way you become truly happy, 
not by hoarding, but by sharing.  

Richer not just with money, but with all of the wonderful variety of life.  

Chai, one of our boys from Faithful chose to get baptized

The generosity of nature

More abounds with the generous, and all the time, our capacity to enjoy more and more of life is growing along with our generosity.  

In other words, generosity helps us learn to enjoy more and more of life, and the world becomes more and more delightful and interesting to us.  

Let me give an example from my own life.  

When we moved to Thailand in 2015, we were thinking about what God had made me for,
and what He was calling me to do. 

But I was also thinking about kids---helping vulnerable and orphaned children to have the same opportunities and blessings I had.    

Audrey and I put our time and energy, and money into that task.  

My assumption was that the children would benefit,
but that I would lose.

I was the Giver I thought, and they were the Receivers.

But what caught me off guard was how much I benefited too.  

First, in the fascinating variety of Thailand and Thai culture that enriched my own culture and life.  

Second, in the wonderful new friendships I was forming with Thai people. 

Third, in the endless variety of joys and challenges that I entered into when I began to love and take an interest in these kids. 

Life was more interesting with all of their joys and trials.  

Tired I have been, weary I have been, but never bored.  

Lastly, in our own finances.  

After a few years, Audrey and I set a goal to try to increase our giving every year. 
It was a little scary sometimes. 
Sometimes it meant not doing things we might otherwise have done or wanted to do.  

But we had the advantage of seeing the faces of the people we were helping up close. 

It is true that we often become more interested in what we are financially invested in  
("where your treasure is, there your heart will be also").

I started to notice that we seemed to have more money than we did before. 
We kept increasing our giving each year, and somehow, we kept having more of it.  

We made some investments here on behalf of Faithful Heart and our Thai church,
which later opened up new opportunities to invest.  

Here is the point: life has never been so interesting or so fulfilling. 

And it was giving away what we had, that often led us to receive those greater interests and joys. 


College Dorm Dinner

Celebrating Pim's graduation 

Celebrating Ruth's Graduation

Don't misunderstand me, there have been and continue to be hard, discouraging things in our lives. 

But we are trying to live a Kingdom life---a life filled with God's own life---and that means a life invested in others.  

Because God is the First and Largest Giver (and the most frequent).
He has given us all things, even and most astonishing of all,
He has given us Himself.  

This is the story of Easter. 
  

He is extravagant in His giving, overflowing from the abundance that is His nature, His love.  

To have God's generosity in us, is to have His joy in us,
and to have His joy in us, is the cure for all that ails us.
  

If you are board, or unhappy, can I suggest an unconventional cure?

Give more. 
Give your money.
Give your time.
Give your talent.

Open your hearts and your hands to others, and see what God does in your life along the way.  


Generous gifts :-)

Good builders

Need some help getting started?

Shameless plug:

Faithful Heart Foundation is a great group of people helping a lot of children in need.

See how you can share in the joy of this work:

www.faithfulheartfoundation.org

Do you love adoption?  

You can partner with Connie's Home to help young children get adopted into families.

https://fcfthailand.org/portfolio/connies-home/

Do you care about justice, and want to help people been deprived of legal ID and are vulnerable to exploitation?  

You can partner with Jojo's Sanctuary that helps fight for those who are stateless.  

https://jojosthailand.org/

Give to your church.
Give to those going through a hard time.

Give fun gifts.
Give good memories.  
Give delicious food.
Give quality time. 

Be generous, like God is.  

Take a look at what you have, and ask yourself seriously: 

What could be more rewarding, more interesting, more fun than partnering with God to redeem the world?

One of our boys returned to his family this month
It was a hard day for all of us

Faithful Heart was able to sell a piece of land to a Thai Church

Celebrating Rhoda's graduation

Lao graduated middle school and heads to vocational school to be an electrician


What is holding us back?

Fear of the future? 
A feeling of scarcity---not having enough? 

Remember the Macedonians:

"In the midst of a very severe trial, their overflowing joy and their extreme poverty welled up in rich generosity.  

For I testify that they gave as much as they were able, and even beyond their ability. 

Entirely on their own,  they urgently pleaded with us for the privilege of sharing in this service to the Lord’s people." 

-2 Cor. 8:2-4

Because giving is a privilege.
It is also a source of joy and a cure for boredom
and the unhappiness of living merely for ourselves.  

We have a generous amount of sunshine in Thailand, now we can put it to work!

All these graduations!

Lots of good food too!


"Remember this: 

Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and whoever sows generously will also reap generously... for God loves a cheerful giver.  

And God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.  

As it is written:

“They have freely scattered their gifts to the poor, their righteousness endures forever...”

You will be enriched in every way so that you can be generous on every occasion,
and through us your generosity will result in thanksgiving to God."

(2 Corinthians 9:6-11, emphasis mine)

Praying you will be enriched in every way, so you can be generous on every occasion.  

In hope and love, 

Matt, Audrey, Ezra, & Sienna

Book Character parade

Night lights

Sharing Good News 




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15 years ago, my younger brother Jonathan died of cancer.  

This week, Audrey sent me a post she had written to commemorate Jon's death.  
It was beautiful, hopeful, powerful, and painful (the full text is at the end of this blog).
Painful because he isn't here with us.  

My Mom first mentioned that the wound doesn't heal. 
Our hearts move on, but they limp from that time forward.  

I don't think about my brother all the time, and that may be a coping mechanism
(I don't know).  

But when I do, there is usually first a smile, then a pain.  
The smile, because of so many good memories
(often humorous memories where Jon was involved).
The pain, because I remember how much pain he suffered,
which became pain in me who loved him and had to watch helplessly.  

I find it to be common among human beings that we can only feel so much.  
Maybe men are weaker in this than women. 
I for one am ready to concede freely.  

I take my memories of Jon in small doses, so I don't get overwhelmed. 
So I can continue to function.  

But every time I listen to Mumford and Sons album Sigh No More,
I have to stop after a song or too.  
This was our anthem while Jon was recovering from chemo.

Maybe this is what PTSD is like
(I don't know).  

First, the memories come back, then the feelings come back, then the pain comes back.  
I feel a bit out of control, which increases the urge to regain control---
even if it means pushing the memories away.  

The old injury aches. 
The limp becomes more pronounced.  

That piece of our heart and life that was lost that day, reminds us again of what was lost---
what is still lost from our life.  

Why him? 
Why not me?
What of him now?
What of me now?

Am I angry? 
Am I hurt? 
Have I forgotten?  

What of God?

What of life?
What of death?
What of life again?

I can almost tell the story as if it belonged to someone else.  

People are always kind; "I am so sorry."
Me too.  

I still feel strange talking about my suffering.  
It was Jon who suffered the most.

As a parent I realize now too, that my parents suffered far more than I did.  

But I can only try to make sense of my suffering, my pain, my loss. 
Maybe this is survivor's guilt
(I don't know).  

I have become greedy in my grief.  
I am impatient with paltry comfort.
It's not enough.

I crave satisfaction; satisfaction for my grief and loss, and satisfaction for my sense of justice.  

There is something so deep in us, it only comes to the surface when we are faced with an ugly death. 
It is the desperate longing for things to be right---not like they are, not like this, not like cancer.

The angriest and most desperate prayers of my life were during Jon's cancer.  

I can understand people who love God, and I can understand people who hate God. 
I can understand people who desperately want to believe and feel they can't.
I can understand people who desperately do not want to believe. 

But I cannot anyone who is merely indifferent.
Not anymore.

Indifferent? 

To cancer?
To the shattered body of someone you love?
To evil?
To the suffering of children?

We can disagree about the answers to the largest questions of existence.  
But I don't even know what so say to someone who fails to recognize their importance.  

My brother Jon's cancer slapped me in the face. 
It screamed in my ears.  

I tried to look away, or hide but cancer gives no quarter.  

Do I believe in the resurrection of the dead, and the life of the world to come? 
(the Nicene creed---a foundational document of Christianity).

I thought I did. 
But that won't suffice anymore.
Not here. 
Not with him.  

I think Jon would have liked that his death, like his life
confronted us in our indifference, complacency, and fear.  

How has Jon's life and death changed me?  

He reminds me to be present where I am. 
To see the people in front of me, to relish the day I am in the midst of. 
Because he is an ever-present reminder that today may be my last.  

He compels me to think about life beyond death. 
This one is far too short, violent, painful, and broken.   

He shakes me out of my apathy and indifference. 
Life is too precious and wonderful and astonishing to be treated with lazy carelessness.  

He pushes me towards God and deeper into life.  

If I am angry about Jon's death, who else can I blame and be angry with?
If I am grateful for Jon's life and the memories we made, who else can I thank?
If I am afraid of my own death, who else can help me live with hope and courage?
If I am desperate to understand what this life is for and how to live it, where else can I go?

Who else has words of eternal life?

C.S. Lewis describes life after death in a pithy phrase:

"Further up, and further in."

We move towards God, and towards a deeper life.  

Jon's life and his death pushed me further up (to pursue, argue and wrestle with God)
and further in (into relationships with others, into a deeper, more meaningful life here and now).  

There is a powerful irony in Jon's death being so close to Easter.  

Other friends, mothers, and brothers watched someone they love suffer terribly and die. 
They too raged, wept, and ached.  

Jesus, that young man they loved died violently. 
But then he came back to life and said he had defeated death.

Not so men would no longer die,
but so that their life would become like His, and transcend death.  

An opiate for the masses?  Maybe. 
If I am honest, there are times I am so desperate I would take anything.  

Pie in the sky?  Maybe.  
Isn't it easier to avoid the real problems of this life if we talk about the afterlife?

But what if this hope in Jesus is not an opiate to avoid life, but fuel for embracing life more fully?
What if hope becomes the fuel that powers life in us, not only here and now but forever?

Then, and then only can we live and love with courage, joy, laughter, purpose, and compassion.
Then, and then only can we grieve and mock death at the same time.  

I think Jon would approve.  


From Audrey:

I was watching his chest to see if I could find a hint of movement, of breath in his lungs. In that moment of absolute stillness, I accepted that his body was dead. But, beyond a shadow of a doubt, I knew that his soul had not died. I thought, in that instant, that there is no possible way his soul could just cease to exist. His soul was not in that body anymore, but it had truly moved on to another place. 


Today is the 15th anniversary of Jon's death. I can't help but think about the last time we saw his body on the morning he died, ravaged by cancer, so quiet and still. 


On that day and on these days leading up to Easter, it is fitting to consider suffering and death. 


Not that we should wallow and sit too long in the despair that suffering and death can bring, but that it should bear us into a deep and wild hope. 


I'm hungry for hope, aren't you? Thank God that He gave it to us.


Just as Jesus died, so we shall die. But in Him, just as he rose again from the dead, so shall we. Through the death of Christ on the cross, He conquered death! We can live through Him and by Him forever. It's in this hope that we live. 


“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” John 16:33 (NIV)


I pulled together some pictures of Jon and some book excerpts that stir up hope in my heart. 


As a friend shared many years ago, Jon burned his candle at both ends. He was full of life and adventure. As we believe that this world is a mere shadow of the world to come, the Kingdom of God, I have hope that Jon's adventures have continued; that he's becoming more fully himself than he was or could ever be here. That he is finding his complete wholeness and satisfaction and fulfillment and place with God. 


As C.S. Lewis says in The Last Battle, "but for them it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on forever: in which every chapter is better than the one before."


So we wait in hope to this end - and in this in-between time. And with courage and bravery we use our lives to usher in God’s kingdom now on earth, as it is in heaven.


“Wait with hope. Hope now; hope always!”

Psalm 131:3 (The Message)


आशा – Hold on to hope, dear friends.

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Greetings from Thailand!  

And welcome to 2026!

It has been a fast and full year for us, full of joys and challenges.  I am fresh returned from a trip to Germany that has overwhelmed me in so many ways.  My heart is full and grateful.  My body is tired, and a little swollen from too many pastries.  

There were two themes which seem to encompass our trip: beauty and friendship.   

Beauty, because literally everywhere I turned I was stunned by the astonishing beauty, God-made and man-made---mountains, cathedrals, villages, and Christmas markets.  

Friendship because everywhere we visited we stayed with friends who humbled and delighted us by their hospitality, love, and kindness.  

Let me step back for a moment, and mention that I have sometimes struggled with friendship as an adult.  I am afraid I am often a lousy friend.  If it wasn't for the fact that I have been blessed with a number of persistent, low-demand friends in my life, I would probably have few long term friendships.  



There are reasons for this I [think] I can recognize.    

One is that I am not good at long distance communication.  I like to be where I am, so to speak.  I don't like talking on the phone.  Video chat is better, but still not as good as old fashioned, face to face conversation.  It is hard for me to be intentional about scheduling time to call and just talk with people I do not live among.  

Secondly, I busy and so are my friends.  I have a full time job, two full time kids, a wife who also works full time, part time preaching responsibilities, and way too many hobbies.  It is just more difficult to find the time to spend together, which is the soil in which most friendships grows.  

Thirdly, I have been burned in some of my adult friendships.  Perhaps some of you have been too.  It makes me more cautious, and in some ways, more reserved, which makes the growth of friendship more difficult. 

Lastly, we are all growing more to a point, moving from a more generic to a specific kind of person.  The younger we are, the more generic we tend to be (10 year olds make friends fast because most 10 year olds are very similar).  We become more differentiated as we get older because we exercise our agency more and grow more confident in what we like and do not like, regardless of who else shares our preferences or views.  We have more specific likes and dislikes, points of view, opinions, politics, religious convictions, etc.  So while we may grow more and more close to someone who shares our views and beliefs and preferences, we may also at the same time grow more distant from those who don't.  



What this last trip has impressed upon me is that friendship may be simpler than our expectations of it.  

I think I came into my adult friendships expecting something very similar to my childhood friendships---the closeness and bond of lots of time together, a particular best friend who I talk to about everything and is my companion in adventures, and someone who seems to need me as I need them.

Maybe the greatest hindrance to my adult friendships, was my childhood expectations of friendship. 

For one, there simply isn't the same amount of free time for most of us as adults.  With that in mind, it is valuable to keep my old friendships, and perhaps even go back and rekindle some of those relationships because we already have a solid foundation of many hours together.   

We reconnected with some college friends in Chiang Mai a few months back, and another in Germany.  It felt so easy to step back into our old friendship, and I realized what I had missed out on by not taking time to continue investing in those friendships.  

Even an annual Christmas card is a good start.  



As for new friendships, I need to keep my expectations low, or perhaps brief.  We won't have as much time to spend together, so enjoy the time we do find, and be gracious with each other in our expectations.   

Secondly, as an adult, and someone wiser [I hope] than my younger self; I have real doubts about whether the concept of a "best friend" is a healthy or good one.  In school, you may remember the hurt and stress that sometimes came when we wondered if we were someone's "best" friend and the resulting sense of competition.  More to my point, as an adult if I am married, my spouse is my best friend.  And that is a good thing.  I don't mean that there isn't a place for a close intimate friend of the same sex too, but our spouse will naturally fill many of those roles we formerly held with a best friend.  

Lastly, healthy friendship is not about need, but mutual enjoyment.  For those of us who have the hangup of always wanting to be needed, this is hard.  Our best friends won't need us.  They ought to be self-reliant.  They ought to have other friends.  They should be ok without us.  

And I need to learn to be ok with that too. 
Ok without them, and ok with them not needing me.  



We had some incredible times with our friends in Germany. 
And they taught me a lot about friendship. 

The simple, undemanding, hospitable, mutually enjoyable companionship that can relish several days together, and be fine with several months apart.   

I haven't seen some of these friends for almost 20 years.  Others for 3 years.  Some for 6 months.  

But it didn't seem to matter.  

The hospitality of welcome, the enjoyment of shared hobbies like hiking and exploring historical sites, eating meals together, and hours of conversation bonded us together.  

We aren't best friends perhaps.  
We aren't necessary to each other's happiness.
We aren't able to live in the same towns.  
We don't all share the same opinions, points of view, or beliefs.

But friendship superseded all these things, and taught me again the delight of mutual companionship and hospitality.  



Friendship is one of God's greatest gifts. 

How much more joy is there in life when we have companions who welcome us, encourage us, clear space in bedrooms, and cook meals for us along our journey?

Perhaps the greatest friendships are the ones we tend to forget about.

Perhaps the greatest friendships are the ones which demand the least but always keep the doors of their hearts and homes open to us. 

With Love and friendship,

Matt, Audrey, Ezra, and Sienna








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