Dead Whiners Society

Towards a Practical Theology of Work — Part 2
Victor Chininin Buele

In the last post, we left off in Numbers 11, which tells the story of the people of God complaining, “There is nothing at all but this manna to look at” (6).  It didn’t matter to them that the Lord had rescued them from slavery and given them manna abundantly. God’s faithfulness and generosity were perceived as betrayal and stinginess. They deemed Yahweh to be untrustworthy. Complaining and thankfulness are polar opposites.

And the people complained in the hearing of the LORD 
about their misfortunes.

Numbers 11:1 (ESV)

The people of Israel had been parked, so to speak, at Sinai. From Exodus 19 (the chapter before they receive the 10 Words from God) to Numbers 10, they had been at Sinai. They were impatient, they rebelled, they worshiped a false god. The cloud lifted from the tabernacle in Numbers 10:11-13, and the people started to move out of Sinai. And what is the very next thing we read starting in chapter 11:1? That they complained.

This is not just a common temptation for me, but one of the areas where I struggle the most. And let’s pay close attention to the fact that when we say “struggle,” we really mean “lose.” After all, we do not go around saying we are struggling when we are winning the battle. Struggling sounds more elegant than stating the truth that we are in fact losing. We lose the battle with whining and grumbling and discontent. We need heart transformation.

Israel complains and looks back to Egypt. Have you considered how hard it was to get Israel out of Egypt? It took miracle after miracle from the unrivaled and mighty hand of the Lord. The liberation of Israel was nothing short of a manifestation of the power of God. But, have you considered how hard it was to get Egypt out of Israel? You see, Israel became Egypt in many ways:

Now the rabble that was among them had a strong craving.
And the people of Israel also wept again and said,
“Oh that we had meat to eat! We remember the fish we ate in Egypt
that cost nothing, the cucumbers, the melons, the leeks, the onions,
and the garlic. But now our strength is dried up,
and there is nothing at all but this manna to look at.

Numbers 11:4-6

They just couldn’t shake Egypt off so easily. They had vivid memories of the fish, the cucumbers, the melons, the leeks, the onions, the garlic. They craved the food of their slavery. They longed for their chains. They had no category for the generosity of God and for the faithfulness of Yahweh to keep His promises. They were hungry and nostalgic. They longed for their slavery.

I am like Israel. Every single day. My flesh wages war against what is good and right. Justification for my sins can very easily be concocted. Thorns and thistles are all around us. It is hard to earn our wages and to bring food to the table. It is hard because work, though originally created good by our good God, was stained by sin and cursed because of sin, the sin of our parents. Now, work gives us blisters.

Our backs hurt, we need surgeries, our eyesight diminishes, we have vitamin D deficiencies, our fingers don’t work as well, we suffer fatigue, depression, mood disorders, carpal tunnel syndrome. We become easily irritable and angered. We take what is not ours–whether a pencil from the office supplies or an “extra break.” We don’t always respect our leaders and speak well of them to others. We grumble and complain. Our compensation is not sufficient. Our package is not up to industry standards. We work too much. Too much is expected of us. We have to work yet another weekend, another long night. The customer has high expectations. We eat alone. We become disconnected. We disconnect from our spouses and our children. We divorce. We have “affairs” and divorce. We live hypocritical lives. We drown in debt. We put up appearances. We check our investment apps every few minutes to see just how rich we are. We spend too much.

It is hard to be a working human being!

“There is, therefore, a great need for discernment in our self‑understanding.  Who am I? What is my ‘self’?
The answer is that I am a Jekyll and Hyde, a mixed‑up kid,
having both dignity because I was created and have been
re‑created in the image of God, and depravity because
I still have a fallen and rebellious nature. 
I am both noble and ignoble, beautiful and ugly,
good and bad, upright and twisted, image and child of God,
and yet sometimes yielding obsequious homage
to the devil from whose clutches Christ has rescued me.”

John Stott, The Cross of Christ, 277.

If in our sinful nature we are natural grumblers, and that affects the quality of our work as well as our attitude towards our work, then what must we do to be saved?

Yes, that is the right question. I could have said, “then what can we do to work better?” or “then what can be done to avoid those horrible side effects?” No, this is a matter of salvation. This is a matter of eternal life.

Eternal life is not just a time concept–to live forever. Eternal life is about the presence of God forever. The believer in Christ receives this undeserved gift through no merit of his own. It’s free but bought at the highest price of them all–the blood of Jesus Christ at the cross.

So, what will we spend eternity doing? No more Jekyll and Hyde, good mixed with bad, evil mixed with good, upright mixed with twisted. Righteousness, holiness, fruitfulness. Forever. Fruitfulness is not an eternity spent doing nothing. We will spend eternity in true productivity. We will pick up there next time and see how this can affect our day-to-day productivity as we await the Lord’s return and invest in the Great Commission to make disciples of the nations.

Time to Reflect

Until then, if the fruit of our salvation is joy in Christ, then that joy in Christ will be obvious in our work. The battle against grumbling and complaining will lead us into more and more of God’s presence as we are transformed into the image of Christ at every battle, every step of the way.

What is one tangible, practical way to work out our salvation as it relates to our work?

Thanksgiving. Being thankful will help us to shift our focus from our self-pity, self-centeredness, and self-awareness of our difficulties into the generosity, mercy, kindness, and love of God. After all, if Christ had not come, our work would have zero redemptive hope. As we seek discernment in our self-understanding to help us orient our sight heavenward, consider thanksgiving. Practice thanksgiving. Pray thanksgiving prayers. Pray for the heart to desire to pray thanksgiving prayers. Be thankful. Thank others in tangible ways. Every encounter is an opportunity to be thankful to God and to your neighbor. Our unbelieving coworker will eventually have to come to ask one simple question, “If we are thankful, who do we thank?” “What am I thankful for?” And the universe, or life, or chance, or luck will not stand the test–we can’t thank an impersonal god. Only God will suffice.

May we see eyes open to the glories of Christ as we set aside our self-indulgence in grumbling and pick up thankfulness to God our Father, our Lord Jesus Christ, empowered by the Holy Spirit.

I give thanks to you, O Lord my God, with my whole heart, and I will glorify your name forever.

Psalm 86:12

It’s Monday! Time to Worship

Towards a Practical Theology of Work — Part 1
Victor Chininin Buele

Let me ask you something. When you come in on Monday and you’re not feeling real well, does anyone ever say to you, “Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays?” The Christian cannot have his theology of work dictated more by the old “classic” Office Space than by the Word of God. But it happens. We all do it. It’s easier to just go along with it and say, “Yes, I have a case of the Mondays” than it is to actually live by faith, to worship God with our work.

I’ve done it countless times. It’s easier to give in and go through the motions on Monday (or any other day, really). We just gathered to worship God on the Lord’s Day. How can we possibly have a case of the Mondays?

“[…] Immediately there met him out of the tombs a man with an unclean spirit.  […] [No] one could bind him anymore, not even with a chain, for he had often been bound with shackles and chains, but he wrenched the chains apart, and he broke the shackles in pieces.  No one had the strength to subdue him.  […] [Crying] with a loud voice, he said, ‘What have you to do with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? I adjure you by God, do not torment me.’ For he was saying to him, ‘Come out of the man, you unclean spirit! […] As [Jesus] was getting into the boat, the man who had been possessed with demons begged him that he might be with him.  And he did not permit him but said to him, ‘Go home to your friends and tell them how much the Lord has done for you, and how he has had mercy on you.’”

Mark 5:2-4, 7-8, 18-20 (ESV)

After reading this, we need a very different vision for Monday.

Let me tell you how much the Lord has done for me, and how he has had mercy on me. Let me live that out in my work, doing it excellently, to the glory of God and the well-being of my neighbor. How can I pursue delighting in God in worship through the checking of emails and writing of documents and reading of documents and producing of my work product deliverables?

“The enjoyment and the glorification of God are one.  His eternal purpose and our eternal pleasure unite.  […] For:  ‘The chief end of man is to glorify God by enjoying Him forever.’”[1]

If I am to glorify God by enjoying Him forever, and I give in to the so-called case of the Mondays, there must be something wrong with the way I am approaching my day-to-day work.  We cannot compartmentalize our faith–There cannot be a difference between the person that goes to Sunday service and serves the church, the person that goes to community or prayer group on Tuesdays, the person that goes to school, the person that goes to work every day. All of our lives are worship. All of life for Christ’s glory.

Over the years, I’ve read a number of books and articles on the theology of work, but the following statement really stirred me up inside: “Eventually, Christians tend to adopt one of two solutions to relieve the tension they feel at work.  They either run or they hide.  The run response comes from the idea that it would just be easier to make a clean break – to start over in a new environment or to withdraw completely by enrolling in seminary and going into ministry full-time.  […] The hide response is nothing less than a subtle surrender of the mission.”[2]

As a result of the Fall, we struggle with work.  Numbers 11 tells the story of the people of God complaining, “There is nothing at all but this manna to look at” (6).  It didn’t matter to them that the Lord had rescued them from slavery and given them manna abundantly as they walked away from their chains and towards the land that He promised to their fathers.  It didn’t matter that God had proven time and time again His love, mercy, wrath, and justice.  The people were complaining and kept on complaining.  They complained so much that Moses went to God, and that’s where we will pick up with this attempt at a practical theology of work next time.

Time to Reflect

Until then, reflect on the following. Peter writes to the exiles:

But in your hearts honor Christ the Lord as holy, always being prepared to make a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and respect,

1 Peter 3:15 (ESV)

This presupposes the freedom I am highlighting today. We are all walking out of prior chains of oppression and slavery to sin. Whatever our past sins, they are all covered by Christ once we call upon His name as Lord to be saved. Our work is the fruit of our repentance, the fruits of our justification, the fragrant offering of the fruit of the work of Christ in our lives through the Holy Spirit. So, our work ought to leave people wondering. Our colleagues, our customers, our managers, our partners, our vendors will necessarily be driven to ask why. Why is this person so different? Why does he conduct his business in this way? Why does he treat me differently from the rest? Why do I leave his presence with a renewed sense of encouragement and an appreciation of my value as a contributor? Why do I feel loved? Why?

And it is in that context that we will have that opportunity to do, gently and respectfully, lovingly and compassionately what Peter calls “a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you” and what the Lord commissioned the Gadarene man to do, “to tell them how much the Lord has done for you, and how he has had mercy on you.


[1] Piper, John.  Desiring God.  (Colorado Springs, CO: Multnomah Books, 2003), 307

[2] Campbell, Regi.  About My Father’s Business.  (Colorado Springs, CO: Multnomah Books, 2009), 27

Otto, Walter y Confía

Víctor Chininín Buele

Ya que Otto renunció esta semana y ha salido un documental acerca de la vida de Walter Mercado en Netflix y mi estimado amigo Pablo Ruiz escribió una columna en el diario digital hora32 titulada “No te comas el ‘manicho’” el día de hoy, a más de haberme hecho acuerdo de que no compré suficientes Manichos para sobrevivir la cuarentena que jamás pensé que iba a durar tanto, estas circunstancias me han hecho acuerdo de un artículo que he tenido pendiente de escribir por varios meses.

Algo me llamó mucho la atención a principios de este año en Loja y fue el movimiento Confía que es parcialmente a lo que se refiere mi apreciado amigo cuando dice en su columna “construir procesos y no personas, un país y no un partido, un colectivo y no un candidato”.

Me llamó la atención el vacío que existe en la política actual lojana y ecuatoriana expresado por un deseo profundo y muy válido de transformación y cambio. Es que algo debe ya de suceder. Algo debe ya de ser diferente. Solo lo mismo y lo mismo y lo mismo. No sabíamos que iba a haber una pandemia cuando Jorge Bailón triunfó en las urnas pero si hubiéramos podido imaginarnos que tal situación se podía suscitar en nuestra urbe, país y mundo, hubiéramos podido extrapolar con gran facilidad cuál iba a ser su gestión manejando el COE cantonal. Caras vemos. Las hemos visto por años. Y los hemos tenido a él y al Chato como alcaldes por tantos años que en verdad parece que corazones sí sabemos.

No me malentienda—oro por Jorge Bailón y por éxito en su gestión. Primera de Timoteo 2:2 me lo recuerda siempre. Si no oramos por nuestro alcalde, desobedecemos la Palabra de Dios y el llamado de Dios a que amemos bien a nuestro prójimo. Loja para Todos debe ser en verdad el ideal que todos los lojanos debemos compartir, seamos partidarios de Bailón o no. Y debemos procurar el continuo adelanto en verdad para transformar estas palabras en una realidad que transcienda un eslógan de tiempos de campaña.

Me puse a hacer una broma acerca de lanzarme a la presidencia y al hacerla me acordaba de las esperanzas destrozadas de quienes confiaron alguna vez en pan, techo y empleo. De quienes miraron con anhelo a quien se proclamó su defensor y que desde pequeños nos endoctrinó con aquella cancioncita que no podemos olvidar: pero hay una esperanza, la fuerza de los pobres… y que ahora dice «yo no sabía».

Y he ahí el problema. Seguimos pensando como lo hemos hecho siempre. No ha cambiado nada políticamente en nuestro país desde aquellos días en los que aprendí a leer y escribir leyendo el periódico con mi abuelito y leyendo las propagandas de Rodrigo Borja con mi papi en la campaña, silbando la canción de la ID e imaginándome un futuro diferente que en realidad nunca se materializó, ni con León ni con Rodrigo ni con Sixto ni con Abdalá ni con el interino ni con Lucio ni con Jamil ni con sus vices elevados al poder.

Es aquí que viene Confía.

La tercera vía. Otra manera de buscar el cambio o de hacer política, como lo quieran llamar. Ni de izquierda ni de derecha sino lo que venga de las raíces populares. Consenso.

Y la idea es atractiva en una sociedad posmodernista y relativista. Es claro que hay una alergia a dogmatismos y una aberración al culto a la personalidad. El posmodernismo es atractivo porque parece ser muy inclusivo e incluyente como se ha puesto de moda escribir. El relativismo promete mucho, nos da la impresión de que podemos vivir sin conflictos morales y éticos si simplemente dejamos que todos hagan lo que quieran, crean lo que quieran y vivan a su manera. Pero lamentablemente tarde o temprano el posmodernismo se choca con la verdad absoluta y el relativismo se estrella con la consciencia ayudado por el desenfreno. «No hay verdad absoluta» proclamaban en las universidades estadounidenses por muchos años hasta que el mentiroso más grande se volvió presidente y resulta que sí hay mentiras en este mundo. «Todo es relativo» decían hasta que llegó el momento de imponer nuevos dogmas para reemplazar los dogmas de antaño. Todos decimos que es el otro quien tiene dogmas pero nosotros no. Y tarde o temprano tendremos la tentación a hacer una sustitución en el culto a la personalidad—adoraré a alguien, ¿a quién? ¿A mí mismo? ¿A Rafael?

El documental de Walter Mercado nos muestra la explosión masiva y el impacto casi perenne que puede causar un ser humano cuando invade nuestros hogares con energía, magnetismo y dulzura. Cuando nunca nos dice nada negativo y nos miente con una sonrisa en la cara, de oreja a oreja. Cuando nos habla de lo que queremos escuchar y nos hace sentir como héroes. Cuando nos susurra que somos buenos y que todo saldrá bien mientras se aprovecha de nuestro sufrimiento, nuestra debilidad, nuestros temores y nuestro dolor. Todos queríamos saber qué nos deparará el futuro, desde las abuelitas hasta los nietos. Pausábamos todo para oírlo. Cáncer: hoy será el mejor día de tu vida. Y yo inmediatamente entraba al mundo de la fantasía en el que mi realidad podía ser distinta y acoplaba sus palabras vanas a lo que yo quería que se volviera mi realidad.

Deseo lo mejor para Confía. De hecho, me interesa mucho el movimiento. Pero no por mis amigos, o por el poder de la oratoria de quienes son parte del grupo, o por sus grandes ideas, o por algún interés político que en verdad no tengo. Yo tengo otro llamado en mi vida. Pero mi llamado no es apolítico. Es que Confía es lo más cercano que he visto en Loja a un deseo profundo por la salvación que solamente se puede encontrar en Jesucristo.

Escúcheme bien. Y espero que no detenga su lectura allí. No se me vaya por favor.

Confía demuestra la sed de mi generación por un cambio profundo, radical y verdadero. No más mentiras. No más luchar por los intereses y proyectos de otros. Que no nos vean la cara. Que no se aprovechen de nosotros. Observé que mi generación tiene ansias de ya poder dedicarse a lo que quieren dedicarse. Hay tantos problemas de falta de empleo y barreras a los emprendimientos que se empeoran con la corrupción y la negligencia de quienes tienen “el poder” y no lo utilizan para servir a los demás, por el robo y el engaño.

Hago una invitación a ustedes a una humilde investigación, a una búsqueda aun más apasionada por el cambio verdadero y duradero de la que ya tienen. Ustedes han leído mucho. Piensan mucho. Escriben y dialogan. Esto es muy admirable. Y han tenido tiempo de educarse en las palabras de filósofos y pensadores como Nietzsche. Es por ello que yo les invito a leer a un personaje muy interesante y que estoy seguro que no han tenido la oportunidad de conocer: John Stott. Particularmente su obra “El cristiano contemporáneo: Un llamado urgente a escuchar con los dos oídos” disponible aquí.

¿Por qué? Porque este caballero pasó su vida con humildad sirviendo a su comunidad y a Cristo haciendo lo que ustedes tienen en mente. Él lo llama escuchar con los dos oídos. Stott siempre fue considerado muy conservador por los liberales y muy liberal por los conservadores porque su agenda no fue la agenda de un dogmatismo ciego sino la agenda de Cristo basada en Su Palabra y Stott la dejaba transformar su corazón primero para luego salir a transformar el mundo a través de las esferas de influencia de cada persona transformada por Cristo. De hecho dedicó gran parte de su vida al LICC (Instituto del Cristianismo Contemporáneo en Londres) no educando al clero sino a abogados y doctores y periodistas y a todo aquel que deseara escuchar tanto a la Palabra de Dios como al mundo contemporáneo, con un pie en dos mundos.

¿Por qué es esta mi propuesta a Confía? Porque sin Cristo, es imposible escuchar con los dos oídos y eso es lo que ustedes anhelan. Lo llaman de otra manera. Su educación laica y sus presuposiciones tal vez les lleven a decir que no lo es. Tarde o temprano vendrá un conflicto que no podrán resolver. Tarde o temprano las masas seguirán a alguien y harán su becerro de oro o forjarán a su Mesías sustituto aunque ustedes crean con todo su corazón que están construyendo procesos, un país y un colectivo. Sus procesos traerán conflictos y sin convicción clara, sin una roca sobre la cual construir, el colectivo se hundirá o al menos estará amenazado y seguiremos en lo mismo. El pueblo lo va a escoger al más guapo o al más hablantín. Es cuestión de tiempo nomás. Y uno de los grandes obstáculos es llevar su mensaje a la colectividad en general sin que pierdan el interés en tres minutos. Necesitan construir puentes y los puentes deben tener un origen y un destino sólidos.

La transformación que necesitamos es mucho más profunda que cualquier colonización de las que hemos vivido. Moreno escribía a Alianza País alguna vez que el correismo no pudo transformar el corazón de los ecuatorianos. La Unión Soviética tuvo grandes planes para matar a Dios y no lo pudieron hacer. Es que el cambio que anhelamos es muchísimo más profundo que la imposición de dogmas a los cuales tenemos miedo. Es mucho más profundo que la euforia momentánea que podamos tener cuando nos arremangamos la camisa para trabajar pero después nos cansamos. No podemos cambiar el corazón, la mente, la opinión y los deseos de nadie. Nuestra persuasión tiene límites.

Es que eso es lo que le falta a Confía. A Confía le falta en quién confiar. Y sin Cristo toda confianza sustituta se desplomará. No quiero que se lastimen, ni que sufran, ni que se frustren. Más bien quiero estar a su lado y ser parte de buscar esta transformación radical. Quiero que prosperen y que prosperen en gran abundancia porque en su éxito está una posibilidad de transformación radical y duradera para Loja y el resto del Ecuador. Pero es una transformación que debe originarse desde adentro y eso no lo podemos manufacturar nosotros mismos, debe ser un regalo de Dios. Un milagro en sí para transformar cada uno de nuestros corazones y ramificarse de allí esta transformación para salvación y bendición para Loja. No permitan que los engaños de charlatanes que dan mal nombre a Cristo los desanimen de buscarlo. No permitan que sus propios prejuicios y parcialidad los hagan creer que este camino definitivamente se debe evitar a toda costa. No es religión lo que quiero compartir con ustedes. Es algo muy diferente a la religión y cuando lo vean, verán que es algo que huele a lo que anhelan pero que es infinitamente mejor. De hecho esto no es un problema de iglesia y estado como supongo que lo puedan ver. Ambas instituciones tienen esferas diferentes pero ambas son políticas. La iglesia jamás puede ser politiquera, eso es otra cosa. Y el estado jamás puede imponer la fe. Y ese es el punto de todo lo que he dicho. El evangelio no se cree a la fuerza, no se impone. No es conquista. Es irresistible eso sí y cuando vemos y atesoramos a Jesucristo por todo lo que Él es en verdad, podremos ver cada día un poco más lo que quiero decir.

Desde aquella reunión en la Juan José Peña aquella noche de enero, con mucha frecuencia me hallo cantando en mi mente, “Yo confiaré/Aunque la traición reciente me duela/Dios me consuela. Mi entorno va a cambiar/Si en Dios puedo confiar. Si el mar no se ha abierto, confía/No hay de qué dudar, aún en el desierto/El cielo está abierto, confía. Dios lo hará otra vez, otra vez”. Es que debemos confiar. Pero todo depende del objeto de nuestra confianza. Si me piden que confíe en Confía, nos desmoronamos, y no pienso que eso es lo que ustedes piden para ser transparente en mi opinión. Si me piden que confíe en las personas, nos desmoronamos. Digo personas porque antes se decía pueblo pero me han dicho que eso ya no es cool.

La obra delante de nosotros no es mía ni suya. Es de Aquel que vino al mundo a vivir una vida perfecta y morir en una cruz para resucitar al tercer día (hecho histórico, no una fábula) porque Cristo tiene mucha gente en Loja que van a creer en Él para la vida eterna. Apúntenme para ser parte del cambio. ¿Se apuntan ustedes?

Confía en el SEÑOR con todo tu corazón, y no te apoyes en tu propio entendimiento. Reconócelo en todos tus caminos, Y Él enderezará tus sendas. No seas sabio ante tus propios ojos; teme al SEÑOR y apártate del mal.

Proverbios 3:5-7 (NBLA)

The Smartest Investment Post You’ll Ever Read

Victor Chininin Buele

Back when Borders was still in existence, you would often see a couple of books in the bargain section. They were marketed as The Smartest [Investment, Money, 401(k)] Book You’ll Ever Read. I thought they promised too much and delivered too little. Otherwise, we would be full of millionaires who stole the books at a bargain price.

I woke up this morning to read two very different things. One was on NPR. ICE announced that foreign students in the United States enrolled in a college or university that decides to meet online next fall will be required to go back to their place of origin or transfer to a school that doesn’t meet online. I’m currently doing graduate work, and our school is planning to start with on campus classes so long as it is safe to do so but always with the possibility of switching back to online mode as needed. What does that mean for one of my beloved classmates, barely making it financially but happily and purposefully investing in the future? Will he need to go back to India? How is he going to raise the funds to go back? Will he ever get to come back? How do I process this?

Then, I opened my LinkedIn account and read a message from somebody very special and greatly appreciated by me. She has retired after 32 years serving at Northwest Missouri State University. So, I decided to do one of the things the title of this site promises. All of Life. Under the Sovereign. Happily. Yes, happily. Lest I fall short of my site’s explicit and implicit promises like those investment books, let me switch your attention for a moment from the political reality and the emotional consequences of it. Let me turn your attention to a story.

We can spend our lives arguing about immigration or racism or inequality, or we can do something about it.

And that is what this very distinguished professor did for 32 years.

I was a stranger. I had been in the country for perhaps six months. I came and had to hit the ground running. I had to learn all the English I could as fast as humanly possible. I was informed that I was too late, that the ACT admission exams were just around the corner. I was told that scholarships were all dependent upon this very important score. And to top the stress, I learned my classmates had been taking and retaking this test to improve their scores since their sophomore year. Things were not looking very good.

My calculus, physics, and English teachers invested a lot in me to help me get ready for college in record time. My band teachers became my parents, let me move in to their basement and welcomed all my clumsiness. My grandpa’s old typewriter was put to use for my applications and essays. I ran out of ink on that thing so fast. I do not remember how many applications I must have filled out, and how many of those resulted in simple rejection letters. Just to give you an idea of how far and wide I cast my net, the Maryville Business and Professional Women actually gave me a scholarship. I went with my mom to the dinner where they awarded the scholarship. How does an Ecuadorian young man get such a scholarship? Well, God has a good sense of humor.

I am not going to lie. There is only so far that you can go with your youthful pride and motivation. I was about to call it quits. Things were not looking good. The money just wasn’t there to be able to afford college.

And then one evening the phone rang, and my dad said it was for me. I was not expecting to receive any phone calls. He told me it was this professor from Northwest. I got so nervous that I held the phone upside down, and I couldn’t hear anything and kept trying to say hello to no response. Until I figured out that the phone was upside down, that is.

I was offered a scholarship from the computer science department that evening. Not a huge one, mind you. It was far from a made-for-TV movie plot. But it was the tipping point. And it changed things for me. The music department came shortly behind with some more money. I would become a Bearcat.

I loved it. It was the American dream coming true. I made friends. I loved the school, my professors, my classmates, my band, my piano (I got to play a Steinway!!! Way fancier than the old Petrof or the Yamaha from Room 17 in the SBC Conservatory from Loja, which is still very dear to me, of course). But the aftermath of Y2K and the globalization of IT were just starting to emerge. I had no time to notice such world changing events. I was too busy working like crazy, making it to band practice, practicing for my piano lessons, writing computer programs, and trying to get some sleep somewhere in there.

Outsourcing after Y2K resulted in the closing of many computer shops in the four state region. And with that came the tightening of anything that could be helpful to an international student. Scholarship money dried up. Internships disappeared. Jobs disappeared. It was no longer that I wouldn’t be able to get a job. Many, many computer engineers, programmers, and others lost their jobs. Things were just not looking good.

All along the way, the professor had been incredibly kind and helpful to me. I was welcomed in the department with open arms. I had every opportunity to grow and develop and contribute. But very soon, the clock was starting to run out. Graduation loomed in the horizon. I had no prospects for employment, and everything seemed like a lost cause. I had placed my bet, and it was time.

That day, I lost it. And who got stuck listening to my twenty-year-old self whine and complain and be angry at all of this? This wonderful professor. If I were to ever say that I was heard, it would be in this conversation. I received sound advice, I received encouragement, and I received a solid dose of reality. I was presented with a choice. I wasn’t manipulated or forced or made to feel guilty. I was given the data, and I had to choose. Would I move forward and finish the race? Or would I drop out and admit defeat in advance?

Did I mention that I ran out of money, and that things were not looking good? I was awarded a prestigious scholarship from one of the most important companies in Kansas City. I knew from the start that they would not be able to hire me due to immigration restrictions after Y2K and the massive layoffs in the metro area. I did not want to apply. I thought it was a lost cause. But I was advised to apply regardless. And I did. And I received that great distinction. I was taught a very valuable lesson by this professor, far beyond the database skills I use daily (Did I mention that I taught a seminar just today at work on how our payment engine uses SQL and the database?) and far beyond all the wonderful professional development advice I was given over the years. The lesson was that, I don’t think she ever put it like this, but this is what I got from it: You’re going to be told No a lot. It matters a great deal what you do with the No afterwards. And it is most important to not tell yourself No and not even try.

I do not know how many people she must have called for me, how many recommendation letters she must have written for me. I do not know all that she did behind the scenes. But I know I was greatly blessed by all of this.

You see, I wasn’t different to her. I wasn’t a minority to her. I wasn’t a Latino boy that went to her class. I was her student. Just like every other one. And I felt it and knew it. It made a huge difference.

One day, I recall being late for something, riding my bicycle, and hearing from her that I needed to go home and get ready for a mock interview. So I did. I turned around, rode as fast as I could back to the apartment, put on my suit, and rode right back to Colden Hall.

There I had an appointment that would change my life. The man she introduced me to was doing his job, pretending to interview me, like he was supposed to do. But something changed during the interview. Something I had done. Something I was studying. Something I knew. And I knew something changed in that moment, and sixteen years later, I am a principal technical consultant at the company where this man is a vice president of software development now. I have traveled the world and had the privilege of working with men and women of so many backgrounds and countries and languages. I have had the privilege of working with some of the world’s greatest banks and retailers.

She never stopped encouraging me to press forward. She never stopped encouraging me to study and overcome the odds. Even when I failed that database systems final because I had to record some music tracks for a friend (and some much needed cash) the night before.

She helped me help others as well, long after my days in the classroom.

I am thankful for her. I am honored to have had the privilege of studying under her. But most importantly, I have always enjoyed and delighted in seeing what it is like to do something about the evils of our day. And that is an encouragement to me to make the world a better place, every day, from my corner of the world.

May we not waste our lives merely talking instead of rolling up our sleeves and defeating the challenges of our day.

Bring Them Down!

Victor Chininin Buele

We have a lot up in the air! Things going up, things coming down. Outrage on the left and outrage on the right. Put them on, keep them off. My body, my choice. Don’t tread on me.

I would like to propose to you that these all are just fruits of the same root.

We do not know how to repent.

And we do not know how to repent because we’ve been pretending for too long that there is no such thing as sin.

You see, if everyone can be simultaneously right about everything, it is only a matter of time before one wants to fly a Confederate flag and another wants to take down his great grandpa’s statue downtown. And we can no longer push the discussion any further into Never Land. The time of judgment is here. And we do not know how to repent. We can’t keep pretending our problems, our sin, don’t exist.

My focus here today is rather narrow. If people were truly repenting, what we are seeing would look like kids’ play because of the number of things that would be going up and coming down because of true repentance.

You see, the Christian gospel is not about coercion. Most people believe a caricature of the Christian gospel—that we are here to force you to believe things. That we are here to make you comply with how we want the world to be. Do this, don’t do that, say this, don’t say that, love this and not that, love in this way and not this other way. That is absolutely not what the gospel is.

Also, the Christian gospel is at the same time the most inclusive and exclusive message. It calls everyone to believe in Jesus Christ as Lord—no exceptions, no preferences. We are all called to bend the knee to Jesus: the lawyer, the landscaper, the Mexican, the Indonesian, the Hindu, the Muslim, Trump, Biden, my mother, your mother, me, you. No distinctions, no barriers, no excuses. Everyone must have access to the gospel. They must hear. We can’t force you to hear. We can’t force you to repent. God has to do that work in you. And if you remain in your sins, that is quite a tragic story with a different ending that none of us should want.

But if you do believe, a miracle happens, where everything changes inside of you. That which you once called good is shown for what it truly was all along. And you want to change.

You will have to die to self. You will want to be freed from your chains. And some of those chains are thick and heavily secured over a lifetime of doing that which is not pleasing to God. You may have to deal with the marks on you and some of their weight even until the moment you leave this life. But, you will be increasingly, every day freer and freer.

You see, I don’t buy that Donald Trump is a Christian. I know many people I love deeply and care and respect a lot believe he is. My point is not to fight, but I want to share why I don’t buy that. Why don’t I believe he is a Christian? Because I have not seen Trump get hit by a Mack truck, figuratively, please Secret Service, don’t read that literally. I have not seen President Trump hit by the cost of discipleship yet. I have not seen President Trump broken and contrite saying good bye to the old Donald Trump. Why would a redeemed man hide his tax returns? Why would a redeemed man not speak the truth about so many things? Why would a redeemed man not count others as more significant than himself?

But it is important that I take you to him because one of the most critical things that are happening, if we are paying attention, is that he has caught your attention! Were it not for Donald Trump at this key moment in history, you would still be happily walking to Never Land without having to deal with the sober reality of truth. You see, somebody had to come and lie so much that you would have to admit that the world of relativism that we built is a lie. Somebody had to come and be so immoral that you would have to come and admit that there must be some semblance of morality somewhere.

And that’s where we need to come and reckon with our own sins.

I know what it is like to miss out on going to to an elite university on a scholarship partly because the school board of a small town in rural America did not give me a class rank. I don’t dare to directly associate that to my national origin because that would definitely be a Title VII violation, and that would be unthinkable, right? It didn’t matter that my dad fought for me. I know what it is like to walk into fancy restaurants and be asked if I’m there not to dine in because I’m brown. I know the looks of a bathroom shared by at least a dozen undocumented immigrants paying far more for renting a room in the outskirts of Newark than I was paying for renting a luxurious apartment in Nebraska. I know what it is like to be taken seriously by somebody until I open my mouth with my accent. I know what it is like to be assumed to not be a U.S. citizen and treated with disdain. I know.

You see, I used to cross the street whenever I saw a man from Esmeraldas walking in Loja. Let me translate that for you, I used to cross the street whenever I saw a black man walking towards me. I AM NOT WHITE! But we all sin in forming our own little tribes, groups, and excluding others. And that’s just the root. The fruits are awful—we call them names, we mock them, we ridicule them, we can do all sorts of things. We can exclude them from everything and reach awful places. If you read the history of the Jews, you know what Hitler did. This is deeply embedded in us. We are rotten. This is also not new at all. We see this in the New Testament:

In the presence of God and of Christ Jesus and of the elect angels I charge you to keep these rules without prejudging, doing nothing from partiality.

1 Timothy 5:21 (ESV)

My brothers, show no partiality as you hold the faith in our Lord Jesus Christ, the Lord of glory[…] But if you show partiality, you are committing sin and are convicted by the law as transgressors.

James 2:1, 9 (ESV)

Racism is a flavor of this. I have repented of that. I have been changed. It is a miracle. I cannot imagine what my life would be like had God not changed me in this way. I treasure the blessing of friends and brothers and sisters from all kinds of backgrounds. I have brothers and sisters in Bangkok. I have brothers and sisters in Mexico. I have brothers and sisters in Brazil. I have brothers and sisters in France, the UK, Spain, several countries in Africa, Asia, the Americas. It is amazing to hear them, to know how they think, to have had my theology tried and tested and improved and pushed upwards by them and their realities and lives.

And they sang a new song, saying,

“Worthy are you to take the scroll
and to open its seals,
for you were slain, and by your blood you ransomed people for God
from every tribe and language and people and nation,
and you have made them a kingdom and priests to our God,
and they shall reign on the earth.”

Revelation 5:9-10

That is what’s coming. That’s what eternity looks like. Variegated. Diverse. Rich. In complete unity. Worshiping the Lamb who was slain for every evil word, thought, and deed I have committed against every human being, Caucasian, African, Latino, Asian, everyone. My sins are truly many. I still cannot comprehend entirely how in the world I can dare to approach the throne of mercy with all the sin in my life. But I do know it is because of Jesus. Jesus Christ, the One who had to destroy my life, my so-called hopes and dreams, my aspirations, and become the “gracious Savior of my ruined life.” He came that I may have life and that I may be an “instrument in the Redeemer’s hands.” I am not my own. I was bought for a price, the price of the precious blood of Jesus.

And it is in Him, through Him, and by Him that we can have true peace.

But it does require us all to die to ourselves. To lay down all our sin, all our trash. All of it. Far more than Confederate statues and monuments to materialism and the worship of ourselves.

Until then, just remember, if this were true repentance, we would be seeing a coming down of statues and idols of a truly cosmic magnitude, and we would start to see the glimpse of the glory of the Lord filling the earth.

And that is where this cancel culture fails us. There must be redemption. True repentance leads to true redemption. The beef is that since we can’t acknowledge our sin (personally first, then collectively, etc.), we can’t rightly repent, so we can’t be redeemed. And we all know that. That’s why people get canceled as permanently irredeemable. Because when this is left to fester, it becomes a main propeller for seeking vindication by ourselves. Until we get that it is God who is offended first and foremost, we will keep trying to get people to make atonement to us. And this will never get fixed. And what is worse is that those who feel canceled are going to be able to vilify their ‘cancelers’ (is that what I should call them?) as seeing them as irredeemable because they are spotting the fake repentance.

Let’s be clear. True repentance will be seen and known. Loud and clear. All deadly, idolatrous, cheap substitutes MUST COME DOWN! Bring them down!