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When Things Get Messy

Holy Interruptions, Fragile Boundaries, and the Joy We Didn’t Plan For

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A Small Group, a Big Hope

This is a small group from our church in MarabĂĄ, just a few blocks from our house.

In this neighborhood, young men often fall prey to crime and drugs. Here they are instead—gathering to follow Jesus.

Please pray that God will show them the path toward responsible fatherhood and Kingdom citizenship. We are deeply proud of these men.

This is what church planters work for: environments where communities begin to think—and live—differently.

Rolling With the Interruptions

A few days ago, we found ourselves remembering Christmases in the Amazon—the dusty roads, the laughter in the alleys, the sharp contradictions of poverty just outside our door, and the haven of joy God carved inside our home.

We rolled with the punches.

We couldn’t control what would happen—only how we would respond.

So we cared for people. We asked questions. We treated neighbors as if kindness and care were normal ways to live.

And in remembering, I was struck again by why healthy churches and transparent lives matter so deeply:

Families teach families how to think differently—about the world, about themselves, and about God.

The Christmas That Interrupted Everything

Deanna’s Memory

When Boundaries Don’t Hold

That year, we had finally set a boundary.

After months of chaotic, overextended days and weekends with our new MarabĂĄ neighbors, we made a firm decision:

“On Christmas Day, we do nothing for anyone.
Christmas Day is family only. Period.”

Then came the clapping at the door.

Our neighbors stood outside, frantic. A friend was in crisis—something dark, something spiritual, something they couldn’t handle.

So much for boundaries.

We went with them.

She was inside her small house, gripping her husband’s yellow rain poncho, tearing chunks out of it with her teeth—clear bite marks visible. She growled. She fell onto the raw cement floor, chewing the base of their rusty refrigerator.

Not herself. Not anyone.

We prayed.

In a low, growling voice, she spoke of how her mother had given her away as a child. We silenced the demons and commanded them to leave in Jesus’ name. Slowly, visibly, the oppression lifted. Then she passed out. I picked her up and laid her on a cot.

Later, her live-in boyfriend came home with another neighbor woman—red-eyed and stoned. He saw the ruined poncho, full of bite holes, and asked what had happened.

We looked away so we wouldn’t laugh. The whole thing was surreal.

When she woke up, she didn’t remember.
And we didn’t tell her.

She is still in our lives—we became close friends with the whole family, though her boyfriend at that time has now passed to the other side. She has reconciled with her mother. Sometimes she tells us, “You are angels God put in my life.”

That Christmas evening, after the chaos and the deliverance, our family looked at each other and nodded.

We lit a fire.

We invited her, her family (some of whom were our daughters’ friends), and her boyfriend over for barbecue chicken.

The boundary we had drawn so carefully was erased by chicken smoke and grace.

And joy bubbled up among us—deep, unplanned, and unmistakable.

The Interruption of Incarnation

Here’s the uncomfortable truth about Christmas:

It was an interruption.

  • Mary’s plans—interrupted.

  • Joseph’s reputation—interrupted.

  • The shepherds’ night shift—interrupted.

  • The magi’s travel itinerary—interrupted.

And into all that interruption stepped a God who does not respect our boundaries when someone needs deliverance.

I don’t regret wanting rest that year.
Rest is holy.
Boundaries are biblical.

But so is the inconvenient compassion of a God who looks at a woman tearing chunks out of a rain poncho and says, “Not on my watch.”

We can’t control when darkness shows up.
We can only decide whether we’ll answer the door.

That’s the real Christmas story, isn’t it?

Humanity was in crisis—something dark, something spiritual, something we couldn’t handle. And God, who had every right to stay distant, interrupted His own eternity and stepped into our chaos.

That barbecue tasted like grace.
Like surrender.
Like the strange joy that comes when you stop protecting your plans and start participating in God’s.

What holy interruption might God be inviting you into this Christmas?

A Suggested Meditation

Learning David’s Secret

This week’s meditation is not about speed, but attentiveness.

Psalm 40 — A Suggested Meditation

 

This psalm is structured in seven matching layers that circle an unmovable center.

One clue this is intentional: the theme of delight appears in the outer layers, then closer in, and finally at the center.

  • Verses 4 and 14 describe misplaced delight.

  • Verses 6 and 11–12 describe what does not delight God.

  • At the center, David writes of true delight: God’s law written in his heart.

But here’s the riddle:

Verse 6 makes clear this is not the Law of Leviticus.

So what is the law in David’s heart?

Hint: Notice the counter-intuitive golden key in the second matching pair—verses 2 and 17.

Imagine David longing for a way back into the Garden of Eden, back to the Tree of Life, back to the place where God walks with His people.

What if Adam or Eve had found that golden key, instead of responding like victims?
What if Cain had found it, instead of building a city that became an anti-Eden?
What David’s son, Solomon, had remembered this key to the end?
Did David’s grandson, Rehoboam, even know about it?
 

As you ponder verses 2 and 17, pay attention to your own heart.
If it resonates, where might you re-align some relationships?
How might you teach others, like your children or friends, this priceless insight?


Suggested Meditation

  • Read the matching pairs, always together with the center.

  • Read the matching pairs/immovable center from the outside in, then again from the center out.

Ask the same question each time:

What is true delight?

Do this slowly for three days.

Notice:

  • Has your faith grown quieter—but stronger?

  • Do your personal challenges feel oddly less consuming?

  • Does communion with God feel more real?

Pay attention.
Tell someone how it went.

Deanna’s Journey to Healing

The thermometer inches toward completion.

This is an exhausting phase for Deanna. She looks healthy, but her stamina is significantly reduced. Please continue to pray.

This week, dear friends Elba and Steve visited, bringing deep encouragement and joy. We’ve shared decades of friendship and ministry. They are church planting in Belém, our state capital, and Elba serves as vice-president of Vineyard Brazil.

Elba first came to our house in 1994, looking for a job. Olivia, our second daughter—pictured here with her son Ellis—was just ten months old at the time. Elba had moved from a river town to attend high school in the city. She began coming to church, gave her life to Jesus, and has been part of our family ever since.

Allyssa, Steve, and Elba’s second daughter came with them to visit us.

A Word from Creation

Behind our house is a field. Beyond it, an atmospheric river.

Two thousand years ago, the world was waiting.

In another sense, it still is.

“For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the children of God.”
— Romans 8:19 (NRSV)


Prayer Requests

  • For Deanna’s complete recovery

  • For the successful sale of the mission property in MarabĂĄ

  • Wisdom about a possible Portugal survey/prayer trip in March 2026

  • For Steve and Elba as they raise support

  • For the poor, the grieving, and the overlooked this Christmas—
    that this season would become one of presence, not performance

A Blessing

May the God who interrupts eternity
Meet you in the middle of your plans this week.

May He loosen your grip on what must go “just right,”
And steady your heart for what must go right.

When the knock comes—unexpected, inconvenient, holy—
May you have the courage to open the door.

And may the joy that follows
Taste like grace,
Smell like smoke and laughter,
And remind you that God still delights
In showing up where love is needed most.

“Life doesn’t get any better than this.”


Partnering in the Work

We each play a part in the Great Commission.
Some plant churches in marginalized communities.
Some help leaders grow and work together.
Some sustain the mission through prayer and giving.

When we do our part—whatever it is—it just feels right.

To Partner With Us

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About Us

Rick Bergen (Ph.D., Organizational Leadership) and Deanna Bergen (M.A.) serve in church planting, leadership mentoring, and cross-cultural mission.

Parents of four daughters, three sons-in-law, and three grandchildren, they believe healthy leaders are lighthouses in the storm.

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