Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Matt Chandler's story

The AP did a story about Matt Chandler that was published earlier this week, and it is so inspiring. It is amazing to see his faith during this difficult time and to see that amist all the suffering God's grace has been woven throughout the situation. When I read the article the second time, it brought me to tears that right before his seizure he was feeding his baby girl, put her in her bouncy seat and the next thing he remembers is waking up in the hospital. How good is God that he had perfect timing to make sure that his little girl was safe before the seizure took place. In Matt's video blog he has commented on other moments where God's grace has shone through and I love that he can see these even from his point of view. His faith is very encouraging, and he and his family are in my prayers every day.

I know it's a long article, but it's worth the time I promise.

Suffering well: Faith tested by pastor's cancer

DALLAS – Matt Chandler doesn't feel anything when the radiation penetrates his brain. It could start to burn later in treatment. But it hasn't been bad, this time lying on the slab. Not yet, anyway.

Chandler's lanky 6-foot-5-inch frame rests on a table at Baylor University Medical Center. He wears the same kind of jeans he wears preaching to 6,000 people at The Village Church in suburban Flower Mound, where the 35-year-old pastor is a rising star of evangelical Christianity.

Another cancer patient Chandler has gotten to know spends his time in radiation imagining that he's playing a round of golf at his favorite course. Chandler on this first Monday in January is reflecting on Colossians 1:15-23, about the pre-eminence of Christ and making peace through the blood of his cross.

Chandler's hands are crossed over his chest. He wears a mask with white webbing that keeps his head still when metal fingers slide into place on the radiation machine, delivering the highest possible dose to what is considered to be fatal and incurable brain cancer.

This is Matt Chandler's new normal. Each weekday, he spends two hours in the car — driven from his suburban home to downtown Dallas — for eight minutes of radiation and Scripture.

At the hospital, Chandler sees other patients in gowns who get chemotherapy through catheters in their chests and is thankful he gets his in pills before going to sleep at home next to his wife.

Chandler is trying to suffer well. He would never ask for such a trial, but in some ways he welcomes this cancer. He says he feels grateful that God has counted him worthy to endure it. He has always preached that God will bring both joy and suffering but is only recently learning to experience the latter.

Since all this began on Thanksgiving morning, Chandler says he has asked "why me?" just once, in a moment of weakness.

He is praying that God will heal him. He wants to grow old, to walk his two daughters down the aisle and see his son become a better athlete than he ever was.

Whatever happens, he says, is God's will, and God has his reasons. For Chandler, that does not mean waiting for his fate. It means fighting for his life.

___

Thanksgiving morning, a normal morning at the Chandler home.

The coffee brews itself. Matt wakes up, pours himself a cup, black and strong like always, and sits on the couch. He feeds 6-month-old Norah from a bottle. Burps her. Puts her in her bouncy seat.

The next thing Chandler knows, he is lying in a hospital bed.

What Chandler does not remember is that he suffered a seizure and collapsed in front of the fireplace, rattling the pokers. He does not remember biting through his tongue.

He does not remember his wife, Lauren, shielding the kids as he shook on the floor. Or, later, ripping the IV out of his arm and punching a medic in the face.

During the ambulance ride, Lauren, 29, looks back from the passenger seat at her husband in restraints.

He is looking at her but through her.

She texts the women in her Bible study and asks them to pray.

At the hospital, Matt comes to.

"Honey, what happened?"

"You had a seizure."

He realizes that their two older children — Audrey, 7, and Reid, 4 — had seen it.

"Are the kids OK?"

Tears well up in his eyes.

"They're fine. They're fine."

He dozes off, wakes up and asks about the kids again. The same exchange repeats itself five times, always ending the same way, with Matt tearing up.

In short order, Chandler is wheeled back for a CT scan, followed by an MRI.

Not long afterward, the ER doctor walks in and sits next to him.

"You have a small mass on your frontal lobe. You need to see a specialist."

It was Thanksgiving. Chandler had not seen his kids for hours. He had collapsed in front of them. For whatever reason, those grim words from a doctor he'd never met did not cause his heart to drop. What Chandler thought was, "OK, we'll deal with that." Getting the news meant he could go home.

___

Chandler can be sober and silly, charming and tough. He'll call men "bro" and women "mama." He drives a 2001 Chevy Impala with 144,000 miles and a broken radio. He calls it the "Gimpala"

One of Chandler's sayings is, "It's OK to not be OK — just don't stay there." In other words, your doubts and questions are welcome at The Village Church, but eventually you need to pull it together.

He's also been known to begin sermons with the warning, "I'm going to yell at you from the Bible."

Chandler's long, meaty messages untangle large chunks of Scripture, a stark contrast to the "Eight Ways to Overcome Fear" sermons common to evangelical megachurches that took off in the 1980s. His approach appeals, he believes, to a generation looking for transcendence and power.

His theology teaches that all men are wicked, that human beings have offended a loving and sovereign God, and that God saves through Jesus' death, burial and resurrection — not because people do good deeds. In short, Chandler is a Calvinist, holding to a belief system growing more popular with young evangelicals.

"Matt goes right at Bible Belt Christianity and exposes the problems with it," says Collin Hansen, author of "Young, Restless, Reformed: A Journalist's Journey with the New Calvinists." "He says, 'Enough of this playing around and trying to be relevant and using cultural touch points. Let's talk God's words.'"

Chandler's background does not suggest someone suited to the role. He grew up a military kid, drifting from Olympia, Wash., to Sault Ste. Marie, Mich., Alameda, Calif., and Galveston, Texas.

Chandler was taught that Christianity meant not listening to secular music or seeing R-rated movies. He developed what he calls a small and "man-centered" view of God — that God will bless people who are good. That began to change when a high school football teammate started talking about the Gospel.

After graduating from a small Baptist college, Chandler became a fiery evangelist who led a popular college Bible study and traveled the Christian speaking circuit. He was hired from another church in 2002 at age 28 to lead what is now The Village Church, a Southern Baptist congregation that claimed 160 members at the time.

The church now meets in a newly renovated former Albertson's grocery store with a 1,430-seat auditorium; two satellite campuses are flourishing in Denton and Dallas. Chandler has a podcast following in the thousands and speaks at large conferences.

"What Matt does works because it resonates with the deep longing of the soul the average person can't even identify," said Anne Lincoln Holibaugh, the church's children's ministry director.

___

Tuesday after Thanksgiving. The Chandlers meet with Dr. David Barnett, chief of neurosurgery at Baylor University Medical Center.

The weekend had brought hope: A well-meaning church member who is a radiologist looked at Matt's MRI and concluded the mass was encapsulated, or contained to a specific area.

But Barnett delivers very different news. He saw what appeared to be a primary brain tumor — meaning a tumor that had formed in the brain — that was not contained. It had branches.

"Matt, I think you're dealing with something serious," Barnett says. "We need to do something about it quickly. Go home. Talk it over with your wife. Pray about it."

Chandler is facing brain surgery. He schedules it for that Friday, Dec. 4.

He is scared.

Questions start to haunt him. Am I going to wake up and be me? Am I going to wake up and remember Lauren?

The surgery begins around 2 p.m. A biopsy determines that it is, indeed, a primary brain tumor.

As far as Chandler knows, there is no history of cancer in his family. His tumor, like most others, was likely caused by a genetic abnormality, Barnett says. There's no way of knowing how long it's been there.

The surgeon is aggressive, pushing to remove as much of the mass as possible. It's in a relatively good place in the brain's "silent hemisphere," removed from areas that control most language skills.

The hospital has an intraoperative MRI, which allows surgeons to remove part of a tumor, stop, take a picture, look more closely, then go in and remove more. Barnett uses it twice during Chandler's surgery.

"You cannot be a timid neurosurgeon when you deal with these things," Barnett says later. "Your first shot is your best shot at treating this. I wanted to get as much of the tumor out as humanly possible, but I also wanted to be careful not to permanently injure him. It's a fine balance between the two."

Seven hours after entering surgery, Matt is wheeled to intensive care.

His head is swollen and wrapped in a bandage.

His irises are quivering.

Chandler wakes to Barnett's voice.

"Matt ... Matt ... Who am I?"

He knows the answer. Relief. His left side is numb. His facial expressions are frozen and his voice has no pitch, what doctors call a "flat affect."

This is all good, leading Barnett to believe he pushed hard but not too hard.

Each day after the surgery, Chandler gets better, stronger.

"The first four days were just ... not scary, but hard," Lauren says. "I'm wondering, 'How much of this will stay? How much of this will be normal? How much of this will be the new normal?'"

Tuesday after surgery. Barnett meets with Lauren and Brian Miller, chairman of the church's elder board. The final pathology results are not in, but Barnett shares what he knows — the tumor was malignant, fast-growing and mean.

Though he removed what he could see, such tumors send tiny fingers of cells beyond their borders — and eventually a branch will reach back and grow another brain tumor, Barnett says.

Barnett asks Lauren and Miller to keep the diagnosis to themselves for a week so Matt can concentrate fully on recovering from surgery.

On Dec. 15, Barnett shares the pathology results with the Chandlers. Tumors are designated by grade — with Grade 1 being the least aggressive and Grade 4 being the most.

Chandler's tumor is a Grade 3.

The average life expectancy in such cases, Barnett says, is approximately two to three years. The doctor says later, in an interview, he believes Chandler will live longer because of the aggressive surgery, treatment and Chandler's otherwise good health.

There's also a chance that "God smiles upon us" and the cancer goes into remission for years, says Barnett, a devout Christian.

Before the meeting ends, Matt prays that his children and others do not grow resentful.

"Lord, you gave this to me for a reason. Let me run with it and do the best I can with it."

Barnett says later that he's witnessed many tragedies and miracles. He has seen how people handle life-changing moments. He called Chandler's attitude one of the most amazing he's seen.

Chandler says learning he had brain cancer was "kind of like getting punched in the gut. You take the shot, you try not to vomit, then you get back to doing what you do, believing what you believe.

"We never felt — still have not felt — betrayed by the Lord or abandoned by the Lord. I can honestly say, we haven't asked the question, 'Why?' or wondered, 'Why me, why not somebody else?' We just haven't gotten to that place. I'm not saying we won't get there. I'm just saying it hasn't happened yet."

Later, Chandler clarified that. There was one moment when he looked at a Christmas card, saw a picture of a man who chronically cheated on his wife and thought, "Why not that guy?"

Chandler confessed to Lauren that his thoughts were wicked and wrong.

___

Monday, Jan. 4, a month after surgery. Morning breaks with 4-year-old Reid singing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" at full volume. Matt sits at his laptop in the dining room, nursing a cup of green tea.

He's preparing to drive to a homeopathic clinic for an infusion of Vitamin C to bolster the immune system, followed by the long drive to downtown Dallas for radiation. He's in the midst of a six-week program of radiation and chemotherapy, to be followed by a break and more treatment.

Chandler never thought such a trial would shake his faith. But until now, that was just hope in the abstract.

"This has not surprised God," Chandler says on the drive home. "He is not in a panic right now trying to figure out what to do with me or this disease. Those things have been warm blankets, man."

Chandler has, however, wrestled with the tension between belief in an all-powerful God and what he, as a mere mortal, can do about his situation. He believes he has responsibilities: to use his brain, to take advantage of technology, to walk in faith and hope, to pray for healing and then "see what God wants to do."

"Knowing that if God is outside time and I am inside time, that puts some severe limitations on my ability to crack all the codes," he says. "The more I've studied, the more I go, 'Yes, God is sovereign, and he does ask us to pray ... and he does change his mind.' How all that will work is in some aspects a mystery."

Since falling ill, Chandler has gotten letters from the governor and pastors in Sudan. He has tried to steer attention to others, including a 6-year-old Arizona girl with cancer.

At church, he has deflected sympathy with reassurances that this is a good thing, that he is not shrinking back. Chandler has preached the last two weekends and is planning trips to South Africa and England. He recently lost his hair to radiation but got a positive lab report last week and feels strong.

"The human experience commonly shared is suffering," said Mark Driscoll, pastor of Seattle's Mars Hill Church and a friend of Chandler's. "If he suffers well, that might be the most important sermon he's ever preached."

Chandler would rather this not have happened. But he is drinking life in — watching his son build sandcastles at the park, preaching each sermon as if eternity is at stake — and feeling a heightened sense of reality.

"It's carpe diem on steroids," he says.

At the dinner table on the sixth day of radiation, new normal looks like this: Reid in Spiderman pajamas. Peanut butter and jelly dipped in honey for the kids, turkey chili for the adults.

And peppermint ice cream.

It is a diaper changed, dishes done.

Matt Chandler takes his chemo pills and goes to bed, grateful for another day.

Monday, January 4, 2010

2009 in recap

Although this year has been a hard year for many people, I have many things to be thankful for and wanted to recall them as we head into a new year full of adventures and journeys.

  • Having an intimate relationship with a God who loves me unconditionally
  • A family that I love being around and who support me and make me smile every day
  • A boyfriend who is also my best friend and who encourages me through every adventure life presents
  • Leading an amazing group of high school girls in their walk with God
  • Being able to go to Vietnam over the summer
  • Seeing pure joy in the kids eyes at the orphanages it was like Jesus was looking right at me
  • Being placed with two awesome, godly roommates at UNT
  • Time spent eating with friends or playing games, just enjoying each other
  • Forming a Bible study group with our campus park girls
  • Joy from knowing I am where God has called me to be
  • Learning to be patient and obedient through my long stretch with Mono
  • Realizing how precious of a gift life is from God
  • Being able to see lots of extended family all through out the year
  • Seeing my brother grow in his relationship with God
  • Having many adventures with Kyle that have lead us to all kinds of restuarants, cities, states, and all filled with laughs and pictures
  • The time I have gotten to spend reading with the kids in Haltom City each week
  • All the amazing people that have had an impact on my life small or large

A few goals I have for this year:
  • Read through my ESV Study Bible this year
  • Make relationships with people in my classes
  • Be a prayer warrior in all situations
  • Be unashamed and unembarrassed to share the love and light of God with people
  • Put others before my self

Hope your holiday season was wonderful and relaxing!

Monday, December 21, 2009

My enemy...my sinuses.

For the past two or three years I've had a pretty chronic sinus infection, meaning it never goes away. Between October and the end of November I was on four different rounds of antibiotics, all of which would make my infection go down for about a week and a half and then the headaches would come back. I was fed up with the headaches, being exhausted, and all the antibiotics messing with my body, so I went to see an ENT. (Ear Nose and Throat Doctor)

We have a family history of bad sinus structure, sinus infections aren't hereditary but bone structure is hereditary and that's where my problem comes from. The doctor did a CT scan on my face and said the openings of my sinuses were closed and he thought a balloon surgery would work well for my problem. So Friday I had my surgery, my mama, dad and Kyle were all there waiting for me. The nurses got me prepped, laughed at me for not knowing how to put the booties on, and got me hooked up to an IV. The doctor said my surgery would be about an hour, it ended up lasting closer to three. The balloon surgery only worked on two so they had to cut and scrape the other two. The doctor said my bone structure was very bad and definitely causing bad sinus infections and headaches.

I'm still pretty sore, and have two small black eyes from the blood settling. Most of my pain has been my throat from the breathing tube that they had in while I was out, apparently the tube scrapped up my mouth and throat pretty bad and that's been annoying. But I'm recovering well, not very swollen and you really can't even tell I had surgery. I'm thankful for all the people taking care of me, I'm so lucky! My parents have both woken up in the middle of the night to make me toast and give me my medicine. Kyle has been right next to me for like four days straight almost haha. He makes me smile and laugh, and tells me I'm beautiful even with a big cold sore on my lip and black eye haha. I'm the luckiest girl in the world, no questions asked.

Now I'm just ready to be off my pain medicine, too many episodes of Intervention have made me scared of strong medicine. I should just need it for a few more days, mostly to help my throat heal so I can eat still. I can breathe better already and haven't had a headache in 4 days which is a record! haha.

Hope your week is going well and you're enjoying this beautiful Christmas week! :)

Sunday, December 13, 2009

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

This weekend was filled with Christmas cheer and I loved it!

Thursday night we were blessed with an amazing Christmas concert at Northwood with Shane and Shane, Phil Wickham and Bethany Dillion. I didn't know many of Bethany's songs before the concert but she did an amazing job, and she was super funny. Hands down favorite part of the show was Phil. I have seen him once before at my favorite place Common Grounds but it was before I had heard any of his songs. I was thinking it was going to be all Christmas songs, but I was mistaking and so happy that I was. I have been listening to Phil's new cd like non stop for 2 weeks and absolutely love it. I love the song Eden and especially Cielo which he sang. Here are some lyrics:
"'I'm reaching for the One who brought me out of death and into life
But I can't lift my hands high enough
Life my hands high enough
When I'm reaching for You my God
I can't lift my hands high enough
Life my hands high enough
When I'm reaching for You my God"

Friday after studying all day at an awesome coffeehouse called Roots, Kyle had come up with an awesome date for us so we made cookies. And lots of them! We made sugar cookie cut outs of angels, trees, stars, lights, snowmen, etc. We also made gingerbread men and angels, and the pretzel turtles (with rolos and pecans) And we also made Yum Bars (as named Aarika) they are absolutely delicious. Saltine crackers, carmel (homemade! that's right) and chocolate, sprinkled with pecans. We had an audience of Nick's friends for this one, and they were absolutely amazed at the process. I love baking and how it can bring people together. We have lots of these cookies to give out, we still have to package them up though. I'm so lucky that I have an awesome boyfriend who encourages my baking and bakes with me, he's amazing for so many reasons I'm so blessed.

Saturday after studying all day again at Roots (this time Kyle came along and helped and just hung out while I studied which helped), and going on a trip to the crazy mall looking for a gift that we still haven't found, we went to Kyle's staff Christmas party. This was a first for me, I was supposed to go with him last year but we had a slight scheduling problem haha. We had an awesome time, got to hang out with friends, eat some delicious food, and be entertained by the cutest little boy ever. I love how Christmas brings people together and gives us an opportunity to show our appreciation for others.

As for the next few days, I will be studying my life away pretty much. I have two finals tomorrow and one on Tuesday. I am so ready to be done!

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Horders and other random things

So basically my blogspot has just become a place for me to read other people's blogs, which I absolutely love. I am the kind of person who discretely listens to random people's conversations when I'm out to dinner, and pretty much know their life story by the end of the meal. (Kyle would disagree with the discretely part but I'm sticking to my story) My freshman year of college, Kenge and I had a paper thin wall and we could hear ever word that the girl who lived next to us would say when she was on the phone. We basically knew her whole life story without ever introducing ourselves to her, we would awkwardly pass her in the hall wondering if she knew as much about us as we knew about her. I would be sitting on my super high bed, "studying" and find myself paused waiting to hear the end of Celeste's conversation about riding horses or buying a dress for formal. Oh the joys of freshman year, staying up late "studying", failing every one of my firsts tests, what were we thinking Kenge? haha. There was a point to this story...oh yes, I enjoy reading other's blogs much more than writing my own.

Lately I have started many random shows, mostly just for a week then I forget about it among the hundreds of pages I need to read for class and just life in general. One has stuck though, it's a show on A & E called Horders. Hording is a condition where people collect many random things, and won't throw stuff away. They become oddly attached to things that most of us would consider junk and toss without thinking. One of the shows was about a lady who horded food, and that one was pretty insane. There were bugs everywhere, things rotted, and she still ate most of it. I think my inner psychologist that is developing is just completely drawn to the show, not because of the disgusting factor but because I want to know what is going through those people's heads. The cases are very extreme that they feature on the show, but I'm sure most of us know someone with a much milder case. Most of the psychologists who study hording also study OCD making me think there is a connection between the two, which makes sense.

Here's an example of a house of a horder. Basically just stuff everywhere, maybe clothes, food, animals, whatever it may be.

Whatever the case, it is a crazy situation. Just makes me realize how many people in this world are so desperate for true joy that they will cling on to a mass amount of things to try and attain this state. None of these things can ever bring joy, and these stories prove it because the person just keeps buying more and more, and never sees the problem until too late. The only place that true joy can come from is our Father, who gives without ceasing and loves with no end and yet we turn to trash instead. I do it all the time by choosing to sleep in instead of waking up to spend time with my glorious Creator, or by ignoring the pressing call He has placed on my heart because of fear. It's crazy to see how much of a hold material things have on our society and how much trust we place in them.

I've been listening to Phil Wickham's new cd Heaven & Earth just over and over tonight, it has beautiful lyrics and makes me even more in awe of my Savior.

"Have you heard of the One who can calm the raging seas
Give sight to the blind, pull the lame up to their feet
With a love so strong and never let you go
oh you're not alone
You will be safe in His arms
'Cause the hands that hold the world are holding your heart
This is the promise He made
He will be with You always
When everything is falling apart
You will be safe in His arms"
-Safe, Phil Wickham

I would much rather put my trust in Him than in my junk and materials, and that's a continuous truth that I have to remind myself of. I mean the Creator of the sky and the stars holds me in His hands, how amazing is that!

Friday, July 10, 2009

we made it home!

we landed in DFW around 9 am yesterday morning. We had to go through customs which took close to an hour, and was frustrating because we were so close and had to wait so long to get through. It was an amazing trip and some how the flight home didn't seem as bad as the way there. Maybe because I had memories of this that made that flight so small compared to the joy we were a part of...


more pictures to come I promise...

love.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

on the way home...

We are back in the Tokyo airport, camped out in front of the AA ticket counter right now waiting for our boarding passes. It was a good flight considering it was pretty empty so we got to stretch out and sleep. My stomach is a bit queezy still so I'm trying to take it easy, not sure if I'm hungry though. I'll probably try something little in just a bit.

One flight down and one long flight to go.... The weird thing is we leave at 11:30 am Thursday Tokyo time and arrive in DFW at 9 am Thursday their time. I still don't understand it.

I'll post lots of pictures and stuff after we get home. :)

love.