All tagged introspective

Of hellos and goodbyes

I sometimes wish I could maintain all the relationships I’ve made over the last few years, but that’s not possible in missions. But I also know I would have never met all those awesome people if it weren’t for serving in full-time missions.

Does God owe us something for our service to Him?

If you are single on the mission field, you suddenly become hyper-aware of the fact that you are unmarried in a sea of unreached males. Any rumour of a Christian, single male in the vicinity could mean the end of your waiting. You’ve left everything – home, family, friends, culture – for the sake of the Gospel. Now, you’re wondering if you’re stuck single forever, or perhaps hoping that God is still preparing someone for you. Reminds me of a story I read once, about a woman named Ruth.

What do doors have to do with missions?

I've always been fascinated by doors. To me, they're more than just the physical entrance to a location; they're the representation of a choice - the choice to enter or to remain outside, to commit to something new or not. Jesus was also interested in doors. In John 10:9, He says, "I am the door."  Serving in missions has really taught - and confirmed - to me something about this special Door: we as Christians can't force anyone through it.

The sounds of the city have begun to fade into the background of my daily life, a by-product of living in the urban sprawl of Buenos Aires. Leaving the lights and noise to work on a project in the south of the country came as a bit of a shock to the system. We were working with the Mapuche people in San Ignacio, a small community in the mountains where houses are usually at least a ten-minute drive from one another.

One morning in Asia

A warm breeze hums through the window, the curtains flowing above your bed. The chickens’ crows wake you before the buzz of the alarm. In the early morning sun, you listen to the spoons scraping against the pans and plates next door. Walking through the house, you savor each barefooted step onto the cool tiles before the heat rises.

My husband was gone to another country for the first time since we'd been in Central Asia, and I was trying to endure the longest two weeks of my life. I was constantly stressed and anxious. On a rare afternoon during this time, I relaxed enough to be out in the garden playing ball with my kids and actually having fun. But my joy faded when my granny neighbour appeared from over the half wall which divides the properties.

Learning to be thankful on the mission field

They call it the “six month low” on the cultural adaptation cycle, that time after being in a country for about six months, when the culture and the city is not as new and exciting as it was when you first arrived. When things that at first seemed fascinating are now just plain annoying and there are days when getting out of bed to engage with the world is just too much effort. But as the Veggie Tales song reminds us, ”a thankful heart is a happy heart,” and when I can find little things to be thankful for, I really do have a happier heart. With little bits of thankfulness, I can get through the day.

Finn and the cow

I was so grateful that God called me to Central Asia. They seemed warm and friendly, and though Muslim, didn't seem like the “scary” type who live in places like Afghanistan, Iran or Iraq. I've always been a bit fearful of Middle Eastern people. It’s the kind of prejudice you don't confess, especially as a missionary called to share Christ's love! Then, the unthinkable happened.