Things are coming to a close. Seriously. Ending. I will be back in the United States in less than 48 hours, after eleven months of traveling the world in the name of Jesus. I have certainly unlearned more things than I have learned this year. I’ve discovered that this really is not about me, especially the parts that are about me.
These few months have been an emotional somersault. Through ups and downs, weirdness and clarity, I discovered all over again that the Presence of God is eternal and unchanging. The Kingdom does not come; it is here. It waits for me to see it and to join in the celebration. The secret to true freedom lies within the revelation that I am a character in a story that is not about me.
This year has somehow made the world both bigger and smaller. Compared to a year ago, this world feels much less like a shape, much less defined by geography, and much more real than photographs. There is no magic in another country, no great secret that the world whispers to us, that is unique to circumstance or setting.
I have felt loved and supported by the body of Christ in ways I could never imagine. The people at home that joined this journey and followed with their hearts have overwhelmingly influenced both me and the world. The people here have become friends and family… and co-workers and roommates, and everything in between.
We have encountered red light districts, armed thieves, belligerence, and every danger you can imagine. But I have come to the conclusion that nothing in this world is more terrifying than the American church. Thinking of going home makes me much more afraid than anything I have encountered this year.
I have found the courage to show up. The miracle of love is just in being present. Because, annoyed or exuberant, expectations met or denied, teammates lovely or infuriating, my way or apart from me; God is there. I see Him when I show up. Look for God where you are, you’ll find Him. Look for God where you’re going, you’ll find Him.
In the 11th hour, I just want to celebrate. Not for the life, lessons, and giftings the Lord has blessed me with, but for the Lord Himself – for being worthy of all praise. To the King of Heaven, for coming down and making His Glory known. For the God of eternity fighting in His Timing and dwelling in His Omnipotence. For words like “holy” and “hallelujah.” For the diversity of beauty, the pains of sacrifice, and the mystery of glory.
I am ready to come home because the Lord lives. The sun shines. The rains come. And the Lord lives. His reign is not confined by experience, adventure, knowledge, or circumstance. And I go in to where I have been; the heart of God. It truly is an adventure worth living. And I am thankful for it all.
