Rocio, baby Merci (our contacts little girl) and I!
What I’m about to share is going to be a three to four part blog. Please keep an open mind and don’t jump to any conclusions before my thought completion. I love you all and can’t wait to see you soon. This is my heart and I want to share all that is going on in my life with you.
SO, what is the point of 52 people going on a long-term missions trip? What is the point of spending a month in a country and leaving the people I begin relationships with? What is the point of eating, sleeping and breathing 24/7 five other people? What is the point of doing this for 11 months instead of 6 months?
Over the past 9 months and frequently in the more recent days I sit and ask myself questions such as these. I ponder…is it to do good works? I may have had a thought or two like that before the trip. Is it to satisfy what some of my family, friends and supporters think is right? Maybe at times it crossed my mine, but at the end of the day NO. Is it to be a good Christian and do what we modern day Christians think we are suppose to do? Had thoughts of it, but again an astounding NO.
The local Ukraine High School we visited and shared about The World Race with.
Waiting for the bus in Romania!
So what is the point? The point really is very simple…the point is Jesus. So your saying, what does that mean? Well, let me explain. God calls us to go make disciples, He calls us to bring others in relationship with Him and walk with Him. He calls us to build relationships with first and foremost Him and secondly His people, us. But, how could I make a lasting relationship in three weeks in a remote village of Mozambique, Africa where there is no internet connection? How can I disciple a child in Romania who doesn’t speak the same language as I do?
Well, I have to be honest with you. I have learned a lot about the world, I have experienced healings, I have seen people commit their lives to Christ, but that is really not the whole of what I have learned. I came on this trip knowing I would be changed, but my definition of change was different than it is now. I thought my eyes would be opened to the world and I would really appreciate what I have. I thought my view of us spoiled Americans would morph and I would fall more in love with other nations. Come to be, my idea of what change this year looked like was completely wrong and disfigured. My eyes have been opened to those things, but so much more. I have fallen in love with other nations, but fallen even more in love with showing Christ to America and still at the end of all that I experienced a change bigger than I could have ever expected……
This is what happens when you travel for 20 hours in a van!
