This pass weekend rocked my world.
I know that sounds desperately dramatic, and I know that tons of people probably walked away from the MTW Mission's Conference with this sense of "calling" on their lives, and trust me I understand that. But I'm not just saying it because I am walking away with the "high" of being surrounded by these incredible men and women of the faith who are living on the front lines, proclaiming the Gospel. And I am not just saying it because it is trendy, or because every good christian should feel the call. No, I don't feel it because of that.
I'm terrified of the idea of being on the field, full time, 100%. Being a "career missionary" was something I always thought I would be but never thought about what that would mean for my life. For my future family, for my sisters and my parents. It is scary. It will be hard. I will have to raise support, and live in a land that I do not know anything really, where I more than likely wont speak the language and where I probably wont like 70% of the food there. There will be lonely days, weeks, months and perhaps years. There will be seasons where there is little fruit and little harvest. There will be suffering.
But there will be unspeakable, unquenchable joy.
There will be a life in a new place. I will have a family, someday. And we will be together. There will be new friends, friends from places unlike my own, people to learn from to grow with. There will be new things to try, new experiences. There will be children to hang out with- mine and the kids in the town or village I live in. There will be a body of Christ to worship with abroad and at home--wherever home may be at the time. And there will be moments when a women sees Jesus for the first time in a coffee shop. Where a group of children memorize Psalm 23 and claim it for their own. Where a father commits his life-his family to the glory and honor of the Lord. Where a young man and his young wife decide to go and pastor a new church. Oh, there will be Joy.
And that is the call.
For now, I will be a sender. But one day, I will be the one to go.
Hallelujah.
I know that sounds desperately dramatic, and I know that tons of people probably walked away from the MTW Mission's Conference with this sense of "calling" on their lives, and trust me I understand that. But I'm not just saying it because I am walking away with the "high" of being surrounded by these incredible men and women of the faith who are living on the front lines, proclaiming the Gospel. And I am not just saying it because it is trendy, or because every good christian should feel the call. No, I don't feel it because of that.
I'm terrified of the idea of being on the field, full time, 100%. Being a "career missionary" was something I always thought I would be but never thought about what that would mean for my life. For my future family, for my sisters and my parents. It is scary. It will be hard. I will have to raise support, and live in a land that I do not know anything really, where I more than likely wont speak the language and where I probably wont like 70% of the food there. There will be lonely days, weeks, months and perhaps years. There will be seasons where there is little fruit and little harvest. There will be suffering.
But there will be unspeakable, unquenchable joy.
There will be a life in a new place. I will have a family, someday. And we will be together. There will be new friends, friends from places unlike my own, people to learn from to grow with. There will be new things to try, new experiences. There will be children to hang out with- mine and the kids in the town or village I live in. There will be a body of Christ to worship with abroad and at home--wherever home may be at the time. And there will be moments when a women sees Jesus for the first time in a coffee shop. Where a group of children memorize Psalm 23 and claim it for their own. Where a father commits his life-his family to the glory and honor of the Lord. Where a young man and his young wife decide to go and pastor a new church. Oh, there will be Joy.
And that is the call.
For now, I will be a sender. But one day, I will be the one to go.
Hallelujah.
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