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Shadow Ministry

Me and My ShadowToday as I perused some old posts, I realized that I’ve been blogging  for almost 7 years. I was shocked as I had no idea that it had been that long.  Sometimes I took a hiatus here and there, but I’m reaching the 300th post mark rapidly. Some days the blog has been a blessing for both you and I, but some days it’s been a bane – hopefully, though,  only to me.  So in honor of taking a look back. Here’s one of my favorite posts.

(Previously posted in September 2010.)

Me and My Shadow

Did you realize?

  • Shadows are only fueled by  a light source.
  • If the object is close to the light source, the shadow is large.
  • Conversely, if the object is further from the light source, the shadow is small.
  • Noticeable shadows are always larger than the original subject.
  • If the subject moves, the shadow moves.
  • Shadows are concealed in the dark.
  • Shadows appear larger or smaller than it’s subject, but it is always in the same shape as the subject.

For the most part, I had never paid attention to my shadow – I know it’s there but it never really seemed that important.  That information couldn’t be farther from the truth.  Just because I never pay attention to my shadow doesn’t mean that other’s aren’t paying attention. My shadow is the part of my life that I don’t realize is being watched: the choices, actions, words spoken or not spoken that occur on an everyday basis. Whoa! Since I now know that I have a shadow ministry, I wonder what example that shadow is casting on those near me.

Scientifically speaking, shadows can appear larger or smaller than a subject, but it is always in the same shape as the subject. Which means my shadow will cast my “true image.”  In other words, it will match my basic body shape or in this case spiritual shape.  1 Corinthians 9:27 says, “I discipline my body like an athlete training it to do what it should. Otherwise, I fear that after preaching to others I might find myself disqualified.” If my life is not lived as I speak, then what I “preach” will not match up and people will stumble. Yikes!  I  remember reading something about making people stumble  connected with the idea of having a large rock tied around my neck and being thrown in the river.  Not so good!

Therefore, the question of the day is this: what must I do to have an effective shadow ministry? Here’s what I discovered after some serious perusing through the Bible, much of it is based on Matthew 5:3-10. 
The Beatitudes are a series of statements that involve blessing and actions.  Blessings are interpreted as having “inward hope and joy though the outward life is chaos.” Look at them one by one and replace the word blessed with the above definition.  I’m pretty sure that following these basic attitudes will create a shadow that can impact the lives of many, especially if you are living them during “outward chaos.”

  • Be needful of God. (verse 3)
  • Be a comforter as God is a comforter (verse 4)
  • Be content with who you are so you can accept others for who they are (verse 5)
  • Be hungry for justice and truth: don’t go along with the crowd, don’t evade the truth (verse 6)
  • Be merciful but extending it to others and accepting them for who they are no matter what they’ve done (verse 7)
  • Be pure in your motives: stop, think, filter – get an Editor for this (verse 8)
  • Be a peacemaker not a pot-stirrer (verse 9)
  • Be strong in the face of persecution by accepting it is an acknowledgement your are standing for God; therefore, you have a strong shadow ministry (verse 10)

One last snippet about shadows: the closer you are to the Light, the larger the shadow.  That scientific fact illustrates a pretty clear spiritual truth, so I needn’t say anything more, except to ask one question:  how strong is your shadow ministry?



noun – explanation that makes something clear; clarification

Cooking with the of my favorite things in life

Cooking with the of my favorite things in life

I struggle with how I want to be defined, what I want to define me.  In fact, I don’t really want to be defined, especially when it comes to someone else giving the definition. However, the past year has brought me to a defining sense of self.

When I was younger I had a strong view of who I was and where I was going. Then motherhood came along and threw my entire self-definition out the door. During that time, I let my ministry, my children, and eventually my career define me.

Stepping out in to the unknown world of missions and into a life I hadn’t really planned on gave me the chance to clarify who I am and most importantly who I am not. The best part about this new definition is my acceptance of it, both good and bad.

I am not a perfect wife, mom, friend, teacher, or missionary. In fact, I’m not a perfect anything.  Much of my life has been spent showing the world the side of me that doesn’t make mistakes, that strives for excellence in every task given to me, and tries to make everyone around me happy by always saying and doing the right thing.  Some people may balk at this declaration of imperfection as if they’ve always known that about me — and themselves — but my challenge is this: when have you expected perfection from those around you and then been angry, disappointed, and mean because they couldn’t deliver?  Yep, I’ve been a victim of that as well as a perpetrator.

I am a writer. No, I’ve not seen my name on the cover of a novel or my headshot next to a poignantly written magazine article, but I have written. I’ve written blog posts, poetry, educational testing passages (yes, kids, I’m the one who writes those oh-so-interesting testings passages on tests like the FCAT so you can prove what an amazing student you are in just one test 😉 ) skits, and holiday dramas, and Christmas bulletin inserts, and I even composed the epitaph on my grandmother’s headstone. The best part of this self-definition is that I’ve spoken it out loud. I’ve taken the scary leap to let others read (with acceptance or rejection) my writing. I’ve put my talent out there for people to critique or praise. That’s a scary thing, my friend. But it is a part of ME!

I am not young. Granted I’m no where near retirement, but time has passed and my body has noticed.  While this means a myriad of different things to me, the main thing is I accept the fact that I will never look or feel the way I did when I was 16 — and that’s okay.

I am a mentor. I’ve been giving advice to those younger than me since I was 18 years old. Back in those days, I didn’t even know what it meant to be a mentor and I never really had anyone model that concept for me. But through the years, I’ve always found such joy and fulfillment in investing in the lives of girls/woman younger than me. l love to celebrate their success, attend their important life events, lend a shoulder to cry on, send a card of encouragement to anyone who allows me an audience seat to their life. There are moments when a tearful young woman calls with  life-altering news, and I sit panicked that I have to come up with sage advice, but then I remember that my advice is never really what works. It’s only what God says that works. I pray for guidance and then speak what He’s taught me through life and His Word.

I am a learner. Or in my words, I’m a nerd. It’s probably the reason I spent much of my life teaching middle and high school kids. It’s why I love teaching a Sunday School class, or leading a craft session, or even editing college research papers. The idea of going back to school has always thrilled me: a chance to discuss topics with no real answers, or debate the symbolism of some great novel, or checking the dictionary for a new word to add to my daily vocabulary. The thrill of learning something new makes my heart — and mind– giddy.

I’m a hostess. I love having people in my home.  I love cooking meals and desserts that bring us to the table and leave us there hours later chatting and laughing and listening to each other’s problems. I want my table be a place of refuge, where someone feels safe and sheltered from the storms of life. My table won’t be set with fine china and crystal goblets. There won’t be a multitude of forks and spoons. Guests won’t find the table laden with gourmet foods and fancy desserts. In fact, they might find homemade pizza, or pancakes, or brownies from a box. It’s not the food the fuels my love for hosting, it’s the company that I keep, the friendships that are forged while sharing a meal – or even cookies and milk — with someone I love.

There’s more to me then even I can define. Only God knows exactly how He made me: a combination of idiosyncrasies, inadequacies, talents, gifts, personalities, strengths and weaknesses. His Word assures me that I am a masterpiece (Ephesians 2:10). I’ve wasted a lot of life trying to fix my inadequacies and hide my weaknesses. I’ve even spent too much time looking for other talents and gifts, hoping to find one that maybe was more valuable or glamorous.

Those days are over.

I will continue to grow into the wonderful concoction that is the Alicia – the one handmade by the Supreme Creator, and I will choose to accept all that He has for me,  evening learn to love all that He created me to be.

And when my life is through, the only definition that matters will be the one that God writes. And I’m quite alright being defined by Him.

How do you define yourself? Go ahead, take a moment and say it out loud!