Lessons from Teaching English as a Second Language

Teaching English as a Second Language has taught me something about English: There are loads of rules. People from other countries who just have to learn the rules and then all the rules about the rules (meta-rules?) can feel utterly overwhelmed with the complexity of the language we speak naturally. They can even become resentful. They could wish that English were their first language, but of course that cannot be.

But if you grew up in a home where English is spoken all the time, and spoken correctly, then it will seem natural, and the rules will come easily. In fact, you’ll be able to intuit rules you’ve never even heard. “Oh yes, I see. I thought so.”

Just so, the Language of Love has rules. The rules in the New Testament can seem overwhelming. You can make a long, long list and say, “All right, now I’m really gonna keep these rules,” but to keep everything straight and to remember them all can make us end up just feeling resentful against God.

But when the Language of Love becomes your first language—which can happen only by the miracle of new life by grace through faith—then that Language comes naturally, and the rules fit into the schema you’ve already developed by the transforming power of the Holy Spirit. Yes, the rules are helpful, but mostly to give form and shape to something you have already basically understood by faith.

This is the Gospel. This is the Good News of Jesus Christ. He takes helpless people who are dying in their own blood and cries, “Live!” He transforms hearts that are dead-set against Him and fills them with His own Love, which transcends all language boundaries. In His glorious New Covenant He sets rules, but not so much for restraints as for clarity. “This is the way it is in My Kingdom.”

And we who are His leap up to cry out, in our Love for Him, “Yes, Lord! I see! I thought so!”

The peace of God at Christmas . . . and all year

I could make a metaphor about the pea-brained bird that kept banging at the window for an hour trying to get in to a place that he would have found out too late he didn’t want to be. You know where it would have gone: I would have applied it to our frenetic activity at Christmastime.

But I’ll refrain.

How can we as believers have peace with God—knowing that His wrath isn’t directed at us—but not have the peace of God, still feeling an ongoing inner turmoil? (As in, “Beck, why does your jaw keep working in and out like that?” That was my sister talking. It was twenty years ago, but I still remember it well.)

But really shouldn’t peace with God and the peace of God go hand in hand? If I don’t get that, it’s because there’s something I don’t understand . . . or something I don’t remember.

It is the God of peace who resurrected our great Savior (the one who became the great Shepherd of the sheep through the blood of the everlasting covenant), who can make you perfectly fitted in every good way to accomplish His great will in your very own life, which will actually bring joy to the heart of God. (That’s a sort-of paraphrase of Hebrews 13:20-21.)

The peace of the New Covenant in our great Savior is not just judicial, not just a statement on paper determining our destination, but is very practical in daily life, producing a joyful calmness of spirit based in understanding and remembering who He is to us. The foundation of God’s peace, the resurrection, the Shepherd, the blood, the Covenant, will result in the great joy of bringing joy to the heart of God.

Oh, you who are longing to love Him more, you who want to be free of your burdens of anxiety and distractedness and a heart that is drawn away, oh, you who want to be freed from the chains of your sin, understand that you are complete in Christ, and turn your eyes to Him again and again and again. Seek to be reminded, and cry out for understanding.

The peace that we long for at Christmastime can fill us all year long.

News from Dick McLellan, SIM missionary to Ethiopia

Dick McLellan, a veteran missionary to Ethiopia with SIM (Sudan Interior Mission, now Serving in Mission) and the vehicle for the stories in the children’s book With Two Hands, just sent me his Christmas letter.

Among other things, though he is in his mid-eighties, he says that he is hoping to make the trip to Ethiopia from his home in Australia—again. This after almost dying from health problems a year ago. Like Dr. John Dreisbach, the subject of a tribute in my post last week, Dick McLellan just keeps going and going and going.

He also just finished writing a new set of stories about the work of God in Ethiopia, similar to his first one, Warriors of Ethiopia, on which my children’s book was based. I’m sure it will be another cracking book, as the Scottish say.

I’m very humbled and extremely excited to have the privilege to work with and write about men and women who have given their lives in the service of God, for the love of Jesus, in such a way. Not only the western missionaries, but all the national missionaries that they represent.

If you haven’t yet, I’d like to invite you to read the sample chapter of With Two Hands! by clicking on the “Children’s Books” tab above. This missionary book for children is due out in March in the U. K. and in May in the U. S. I pray that it will be one of many books used of God to fan the flame of the next generation.