As I stood in line waiting to board the plane in Washington D.C., I overheard three men talking about the American missionaries who were traveling to India. Because I was one of the last of my team to board the plane, I was the only one who heard their spoken words, and they cut straight to the heart and core of my being. These three men, who knew absolutely nothing about us, were insulting us, bashing us, laughing at us.
“These people are wasting their time. No one in India will listen to them. What the hell do they think they’ll accomplish?”
With this came laughter—almost an evil one. As I heard them go on and on, my heart sank. We hadn’t even left the States yet and already we were being persecuted.
As I handed my ticket to the lady and walked onto the plane, I lowed my head in disappointment. I was frustrated and upset. And offended. I had assumed that the men knew I was one of “them”, but they never acknowledged me directly. As I sat in my seat, I shared with one of my teammates what had just happened, and my eyes filled with tears. As we talked, it reminded us of a passage in Nehemiah when they were trying to rebuild the wall.
They were questioned, taunted, and discouraged, yet they prevailed. They built the wall to glorify God in the midst of persecution. God was with them, as He is with us. He has called us. Our work in not in vain.
Yes, maybe they were right. Maybe no one will listen. Will people laugh at us? Of course! But what does it matter? The Word clearly says that persecution and trials will come—II Timothy 3:12. It’s inevitable. The beauty of it is that, when we persevere, we are glorifying our King, and we receive the crown on life—James 1:12. We may “lose” this life per se, but the one we gain is so much more beautiful. It’s an eternal life with our Creator.
