Foreign Languages: New Series (Introduction)


I’ve been on six mission trips and two vacation trips that involved visiting foreign countries. I’ve been to the Philippines, Hungary, Germany, Spain, France, Italy, Canada, Bolivia and yes, even Gibraltar. (You know, home of The Rock.)

Nine countries with nine different languages, and I never knew more than a handful of phrases to get me by in each one.

What amazed me about my unilingual-ness is that each time I pitifully said “how are you?” in Tagalog or “how much for that gorgeous patent red leather purse?” in Italian, the Filipino and Italian people were so grateful that I even attempted to speak their language instead of being frustrated they didn’t know English.

One butchered phrase after another yielded kindness and admiration.

Yes, even in Paris. “Oui, un hamburger avec fromage.”

What’s puzzling to me is that when we travel overseas, we take the time and effort to learn a few phrases in another language — but when it comes to communicating love in marriage and other relationships, we just demand and expect that those we love speak English.

Our spouse might speak Spanish or our siblings speak German, yet we make no effort to learn even a few phrases in their native tongue.

Enter The Five Love Languages.

You are probably more than familiar with this book. I read it for the first time when I was single, and it absolutely changed my viewpoint about all relationships — parents, siblings and even friends.

In case this concept is new to you, Dr. Gary Chapman outlines in the book five basic ways that we express and receive love:

  1. Quality Time
  2. Physical Touch
  3. Words of Affirmation
  4. Acts of Service
  5. Gifts

All of us, for the most part, have a primary and secondary way that we give love to others…as well as ways we receive love from others.

For example, I have a friend whose love tank overflows when her husband voluntarily takes care of vacuuming and cleaning.

I have another friend whose love tank fills when his wife holds his hand in public and rests her hand on his knee.

I have another friend who loves it most when her husband plans date time and takes care of all the details, then holds her hands and gazes in her eyes while giving her 100% undivided attention.

Oh, wait…that last one is me.

In any case, Dr. Gary Chapman is a genius.

So if you’ll bear with me, for the next five weeks I want to journey toward exploring the five love languages. We’ll take a look at what they are, what they mean, and how to speak them. And we’ll also discuss the importance of moving past the awkwardness of speaking a language that’s foreign to you. (It’s always the first bonjour that makes you feel dorky.) Next Monday will start week one and we’ll take a look at the first of the five (in no particular order).

Because it’s vitally important.

Because knowing, translating and speaking the five love languages is not just for the sake of our marriages, but for the sake of our friendships and family relationships as well.

Because almost every important relationship in your life will speak love in a language foreign to your own.

Especially your spouse.


Once we begin to discover which language our loved ones speak, we can get at least a few key phrases in our back pockets that will make our adventures in these other countries much more enjoyable and fun.

I also believe this will help our relationship to God — who speaks all of them the best. Won’t you join me? (And if you haven’t already, go buy the book.)

What about you? Are you familiar with the five love languages? If so, are you practicing speaking them regularly to your loved ones? What has worked and what hasn’t?


Lifting the Burden of Emptiness (Beating the Blues #3)

I’m honored to participate in our pastor’s current sermon series, “Beating the Blues” as a guest writer. Here is the third and final installment:


She was sexually abused as a child and often escaped to shelters and as a teenager, the depths of depression led to thoughts of suicide because the yoke was too heavy to carry.

That yoke – it wasn’t made for her to carry, though. So she took it off and gave it back and picked up another one. One that was light and easy. And today she walks tall and free.

She is a mom and works full-time and is a caregiving wife to her husband who is recovering from a near-fatal accident. It’s been years and some have told her it’s okay to walk away because the yoke is too heavy to carry.

That yoke – it wasn’t made for her to carry, though. So she daily reminds herself to take it off and give it back and picks up another one. One that is light and easy. And some days are easier than others but she still walks tall and free.

After her parents divorced, when she was well past the age of innocence, her mom got caught up with the wrong person at the wrong time and went to prison. And she spent eight long years without her mom at her side – without laughter and lunches and teas and tears. And for a very long time, the yoke wore her down and all she could do was crawl under its weight, knees bloodied and hands calloused.

That yoke – it wasn’t made for her to carry, though. And some days…often, really…Satan tries to convince her to pick it up and crawl around under its weight again. And she has it in her hands and is about to place it on her back when she remembers it’s not hers to carry. So she puts it down and picks up the light one, the easy one, and stands tall and free and carries on.

It’s like there are two groups of Christians and we’re all in a giant and lush field of green pastures. And on one side is the group who still carries their heavy and hard yokes. And some are even really proud of their yokes. And they sand off the rough patches and polish it up so it looks pretty but they still carry it and are crushed in both body and spirit.

And on the other side of the field is the group who have laid down their heavy and hard yokes and are instead yoked up with Jesus – light and easy. And they are all side-by-side with arms linked and in the middle is Jesus…face bright and smile as wide as east and west and as a group they are all yelling, “Red Rover! Red Rover! Send yourself over!” and when one decides to finally break free and leave behind the heaviness, Jesus breaks away to embrace them in a hug of grace and everyone cheers because finally…just finally.

It’s up to us to decide to break free. Jesus says, “Come to me…Take my yoke…Let me…” It’s an invitation for action on our part. He won’t take it away unless we come and take and let.

He invites us to act. Always and forever.

What are you carrying today that Jesus is waiting for you to let go of? What yoke are you carrying that wasn’t made for you? Come. Take. And let Him.

Send yourself over.