George Lee

Manager of Planned Giving

George Lee is the Manager of Planned Giving. In the past 10 years, George has worked in Belize, New Zealand, Samoa, Portland, and Washington, DC. Prior to joining Sojourners, George worked as a research manager at CoStar Group, a company that manages national and international commercial real estate data. Before moving to DC, George worked in Portland, Ore., at the Micah Challenge, where he mobilized evangelical churches to advocate in support of the Millennium Development Goals. He has a B.S. in biology with an emphasis in natural history from Westmont College and a masters in theology from George Fox University.

George lives in Washington, DC, with his brilliant wife, Mary. They look forward to someday raising puppies, chickens, and babies together. For now, though, they’re content tending to their house plants and aquarium.

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'Praise God, All Creatures Here Below'

by George Lee 08-07-2014
View from Doubtful Sound in New Zealand, Harrison B /

View from Doubtful Sound in New Zealand, Harrison B /

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise [God], all creatures here below;
Praise [God] above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Amen.

Words by Thomas Ken (1674)

The Doxology was my favorite hymn growing up. We would sing it every Sunday in church at the end of the service, mostly a cappella. I was amazed at the different harmonies and range in which the hymn could be sung. I loved how simple the words were. But I did not understand the words fully until well into my adult life. As a kid, I immediately disregarded things like animals, plants, insects, and fish as creatures that could praise God. Surely the act of praising God is only reserved for the sentient beings, with a conscience and the ability to say in words “praise God.” No way would God receive the praises of a mosquito, or fern or cat or pig.

It took the glory of creation itself for me to fully understand the words of the Doxology. A year out of college, I was sitting on a kayak in the middle of Doubtful Sound, New Zealand surrounded by snowcapped peaks that dropped right into the water. The sun was shining, dolphins were swimming nearby, and the birds were chirping. Then the song hit me “Praise God, all creatures here below.” I could hear the songs of praise from his non-human creatures. It finally dawned on me that my songs of praise paled in comparison to the winds that touch the peaks of mountains, the perfect songs of birds and the language of dolphins. They are all songs of praise!