Thanksgiving 2013

Thanksgiving Day. I slept in. I am enjoying a few hours alone in my pjs and with my coffee and two purring kitties before heading over to my parents. I like this yearly ritual.
Though I should do it every day, and often fail, on Thanksgiving God gets my first moments.

I didn’t participate in the 30 Days of Thanks thing on Facebook. I have enjoyed reading posts from others, but I didn’t want it to get rote, routine, or disingenuous for me. Also, I like to take this time on Thanksgiving morning to make my big list of what I am thankful for.

So for my faithful readers, this may get a little boring for you, as the first part of my list will be a “duh” – and just like everyone else’s list. Oh wait – this is Raquel talking – nothing she says is like anyone else. LOL But seriously, I am doing this more for me than for my readers. However, if you do decide to read my saga of thanks – I hope it balances out the numerous times I whine and complain when life doesn’t go my way.

I have decided to divide my list into two parts: the obvious and the not so obvious.

The Obvious

Obviously, He tops the list. I am beyond thankful for Jesus and my relationship with Him. This year, that thankfulness for Him has an even deeper meaning. Yesterday, I was listening to Christmas music and Amy Grant’s song “Heirlooms” came on. For a brief moment, it made me sad. Jesus was not an “heirloom” in my family. My ancestors were steeped in religion, but none of them knew Jesus. The enemy has a big success record with my family - using his most deceitful tool of religion to blind them and keep them from seeing Jesus. Beyond that, my extended family isn’t even close. We never have get togethers – not even for funerals. Oh but I couldn’t dwell on that for long. The Lord rushed in to rescue me from my downward spiraling thoughts and I thought about this in a way I never have before. If I were to go on ancestry.com and trace my Russian roots and then make their cute little family tree down to me - I am the first one to have a relationship with Christ! What is awesome about this is that I had nothing to do with it. In 1988, I was not seeking Jesus. He sought me. He reached His giant holy hands into the sin and filth of McKees Rocks and my broken, sin-stained family and picked me up and began our relationship. It’s not cliché when I say – He loved me first. My parents now have a relationship with Jesus too – and the three of us will remain in prayer for the rest – that the blinders will be removed from their eyes and they can see Jesus and His love for them. Not religion, not church – only Jesus.

Jesus. Oh that name. I am thankful for His unending patience and longsuffering with me. I cannot understand why He loves me and why He remains faithful – but I am grateful that He does. It’s been 25 years since my relationship with Him began and the sanctification process has been so ridiculously slow and painful – for both of us. Why He doesn’t give up is beyond me. But as the song says: “His love never fails, it never gives up, it never runs out on me.”
As I think about my relationship with Christ, I am thankful for my spiritual heritage. Wait – didn’t I just say I didn’t have one? Am I confusing you? Well you know some people say that blood is thicker than water. (not always true by the way) But I always say that the blood of Christ is thicker than both. Though my spiritual heritage did not come from my blood relatives, it came from my blood bought relatives – the church.
When I stepped into Abundant Life Church in 1988, I was amazed at the genuine love the people showed me. They never tried to “convert” me. They just loved me. And trust me, I was not easy to love. Believe it or not, I was a million times worse than I am now. North Way owes them a debt of gratitude – they did all the hard work. I will never forget that first month. I watched Pastor Susan lead worship and then I talked with her afterwards. She didn’t tell me about Jesus. She showed me Jesus. I saw Him in her. I saw contentment in her and I couldn’t understand how she got it – I wanted what she had. She only told me about the Lord when I asked her to.

After I accepted Christ as my personal Savior on July 30, 1988, so many people began pouring into my life. On Wednesday evenings after church, the youth group would hang out on the street outside the church – just being normal teenagers. Shocker – I wasn’t normal. I stayed inside and sat and talked with Earl Wheeler. He patiently allowed me to be like that pesky little puppy that never went away. During the next five years, I had many mentors and supporters as I wrestled between my new life in Christ and my sinful life of the McKees Rocks bottoms that didn’t want to surrender without a fight. I am so thankful for George and Pat, Earl and Irene, Angela and Gary, Lucy, Fran, Brigid, Suzanne, Walt, Karen and a long list of others that never gave up on me. I am beyond thankful for all the Biblical instruction I received. Not only in Bible class in Abundant Life Academy, but in church and the various classes and instructional meetings – I was given a rich, firm foundation. I was baptized in 1989, but not before sitting in several classes until my pastor KNEW that I understood Biblically what I was doing. I can still hear Pastor Susan as she dunked me – “Raquel Marie Branchik I baptize you in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, rise and walk in newness of life!” Throughout my teens and early twenties, I was steeped in Biblical instruction. I understand worship – both individual and corporate. I understand spiritual warfare. And yes, I understand grace – as I am the recipient of boatloads of it – from both God and people.

Onto the rest of the obvious list…

I am thankful for my parents. My mom was (and is) the best mom in the world. She had more problems and tragedies in her life when I was young, but she shielded me from them all – I never knew until I was an adult. She was and is my rock. Always there. Unconditional love. I have scores of precious memories from little things she has done – that were actually huge things for me. From my homemade birthday cake with coconut and jelly beans, to a new Strawberry Shortcake doll with every good report card. As I got older, she let me be me – even when my decisions hurt her. She knew I had to learn on my own – but she was and is – always there.
My step dad – when he entered my world at age 9 – I hated him. In my young eyes, he took my mom away. But in reality, he welcomed me and then my sister Shannon as his own – though we were not his blood. When my youngest sister came, he simply had three daughters – not one daughter and two steps. I didn’t always listen to him – I still don’t. But two things he taught me that I will never let go of – respect is not commanded, it is earned. And what is good for the goose is good for the gander. I can unpack those in another blog if need be.

My sisters – I am 10 years older than Shannon and 14 years older than Krystal. I was surrogate mom growing up – but now we learn to respect each other as adults.

My friends – I simply cannot express enough gratitude for the amazing friends God has blessed me with. And you know its funny, I get teased often because my closest friends are older than I am. My best friend is my youngest friend – and she is 9 years my senior. Some goof balls even tried to tell me that I am trying to replace my mom. BULL CRAP. First of all, my mom is irreplaceable. Secondly - she is still here! (people kill me)
But I have been blessed with the ability to find awesome people and secure friendships with them. I have seen the truth of “bad company corrupts good character”. I have watched loved ones be hurt time and time again by their “friends”. Proverbs 13:20 says he who walks with the wise, grows wise, but a companion of fools suffers harm. I have watched folks suffer much harm by being a companion of a fool. (The Bible’s definition of a fool is one who lives like there is no God). I have been privileged to walk with the wise. I have many good friends at North Way. Many have blessed me beyond words. My core four – Denise, Kathy, Gail, Susan - they protect me from myself and love me in spite of myself. I am a better person each time I spend time with one of them.

And speaking of North Way – I love my church. I always say that if I can’t be in heaven, North Way is the next best thing. I may have mild disagreements with policies or procedures sometimes, but that would be the case anywhere. I am thankful for my church – for who they are and what they do.

My pastors. They are rock stars. Jay, Scott, Kent, Doug, Bryan, John, Freedom, Darren, John, Randy, Scott, Rob – and I can’t wait until the day I can add… Dennis. I love the way God has uniquely gifted all of them to shepherd this large flock. I have been blessed by all of them in different ways. And no, I am not just saying that because it sounds nice. I can list the ways each has blessed me – but not in this blog, it’s long enough already.

My job. When I think of all the fast food places I have worked, and all the waitress jobs I have held, not to mention two grocery stores, LensCrafters, a construction company, and Yellow Cab of Pittsburgh, it blows my mind that I have been blessed with such a good job. I was grateful when I began sitting in an office and a cube. Now, I mostly sit at home – comfortable – making more money than ever before with nothing more than a high school diploma. I’m doing things I “can’t” do – functioning beyond my skill level. But I am still there because God wants me there. And I think the main reason God brought me to FIS was not the good pay or even the work from home and flex time privilege. I believe He brought me there to meet my boss. Kelly is what every manager should be. If the big wigs at FIS were smart, they would cut cost on their “leadership trainings” and just have everyone spend a week with Kelly. Their test would be – “be like her or get out”. Well – that’s a glimpse of Raquel’s utopian world. But seriously, she is the reason I stay, the reason I don’t give up. And she also has two awesomely adorable, fantastic, well behaved kids – just a picture of them can cheer me up on a bad day. And if folks would watch the way she and her husband work as a team, they would be flying them in to lead marriage seminars – and then I could play with the kids!

The children in my life – Rashawnda (really not a child anymore) and my two Compassion sponsored girls – they bless me more than I bless them.

Material stuff: my apartment, the vacant apartment downstairs, my bed, my cats, COFFEE, food, music, my car, my mug collection.

This ends the list of the obvious things I am thankful for. Yep, typical Raquel. Took four pages to say God, family, friends, church, provision.

But now for the list of not so obvious things I am thankful for – even if I have to remind myself to be thankful for them:

I am thankful that sometimes God says no. Many times have I begged and pleaded for Him to give me something or do something – only to find out later I am soooooo glad He didn’t give me what I wanted. He continues to teach me to trust Him – and that He really does know what is best for me.

I am thankful for this new season He has me in. Truth be told, I hate it – but yes, I am still thankful. I hate it because it’s totally opposite of the direction I want to go. My life is primarily work and school. I have missed so much of the things that I feel make me who I am. I have missed Bible studies, small groups, church services, the LAMP Leadership team, time with friends… all to pursue what appears to be meaningless, secular pursuits that will not matter at all in eternity. When I stand before God – He will not ask me about the spreadsheets I did. So why pull me away from the things that have eternal value? I answered that question earlier in this paragraph. The things that make me who I am??? If my identity is found in the ministries I participate in – Lord help me.
I think that is why He temporarily took them away. Those things are my comfort zone – where I am in my element, but if I start to find my identity in them – time to lose them. In the world of corporate America and Academia, I am a foreigner, a stranger definitely out of my element. But with all my usual comforts stripped away, I find Jesus walking with me through that foreign environment, and I find my identity solely in Him – I’m a child of the King. And…. He is teaching me to worship Him through these seemingly secular things. I am learning to stay in close communication with Him – without the crutch of the church or ministries.

This last thing will encompass many things – but I am thankful for pain and suffering. No, I haven’t started drinking yet. No one likes pain and suffering. I am queen of comfort – almost every decision I make is based around comfort. I wear comfortable clothes – whether they look good or not. I drive the car I drive because its comfortable. I work really hard to regulate the temperature – I have a small window of comfort, where its not too hot or too cold. I eat for comfort, talk for comfort, listen to music for comfort. Whether a day is good or bad depends on how comfortable I am with the circumstances of that day. Do I sound like a spoiled brat? I am.

But more and more God is showing me how He uses pain and suffering as a tool. The funny thing – I haven’t really suffered. My life has been sheltered and blessed. I mean, everyone has stuff they deal with…

Recently, a sharp knife of pain has been felt by a book I chose to read. Kimberly Smith was the keynote speaker at our Orphan Care Expo and last night I finished her book – Passport through Darkness. It was true to its title. Page 2 had me crying. Chapter 19 literally caused me to have nightmares – literally I woke up with the sheets pulled off the bed. Last night, the final two chapters were worse than I ever could have imagined. I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even form words to explain it. I was in shock. I won’t go into detail…

But on the last two pages, Kimberly was asked by folks at a church she was speaking to how she could forgive the men, the people who committed these horrific, unspeakable, evil acts to children and to her. Her response was that it was easy to forgive the evil people. She said they were born into evil and knew nothing else. She said what is harder to forgive is the pampered, secure, comfortable, safe American Christians who seek to keep their blissful ignorance. They would rather choose to not know, choose to not hear, choose to not see, and definitely choose to not act. They just don’t want to think about anything that makes them sad. Because they can’t fix the entire situation, they choose to do nothing instead of whatever they can.

I don’t type this to be a downer on a happy day. I type it because I am that American Christian. I say I want to do ministries and help people – but am I willing to experience even a tiny fraction of what Kimberly did – to help one person? Am I willing to put myself in danger – like Jesus would do – to rescue one individual? Or would I rather head on over to Carlow University after stopping at Starbucks for my venti sugar free hazelnut soy latte? I don’t like to suffer. Heck, I don’t like discomfort. But sometimes pain and suffering are what it takes to align our priorities with His. The Bible says Jesus learned obedience from what He suffered. (Hebrews 5:8) If Jesus Himself had to suffer, how much more will we sinful humans need to suffer to bring about change – in ourselves and others. For Kimberly, her pain cleansed her of apathy and indifference. For me, my meager suffering helps me to focus on Him and align with His priorities and objectives. Pain has a purpose. Doesn’t make it any less painful – just purposeful.
So I am thankful for the pain and suffering. Lord, help me to suffer well – like you did.

Oh my. It’s 1pm and I am still in my pajamas. Time to shower and dress and head over to my family. Krystal will not be joining us today. But Shannon is cooking and I cleaning – and I am thankful for my wonderfully blessed life.