Living faithful, fruitful and fulfilled on the mission field
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It’s been described in various ways. Sometimes it’s called a dark night of the soul. Sometimes it’s called burn-out or depression. Mid-life crisis is another name that is used. These are times when we seem caught in an unending period of transition. God is mostly silent. Our lives seem to have little purpose. Not in control, we search for it, but can’t seem to find a way to end these lonely, frustrating times. So, we wait, hoping that somehow, God will bring us out of them.
And He will. He always does…in His time.
Wilderness times are exceedingly difficult. The loss of control makes it seem like we have lost ourselves…or our way. This is not bad. It is good for our soul to be trained to rest in God alone.
Whether it is a “dark night” time in your life or an extended transition, don’t resist. Ask God for the grace to receive, even welcome, this time. Don’t fight the constant transitions our nomadic, missionary lives bring. Instead, in the uncertainty, lean in to receive all God has. As you do this, your life will yield fruit. One day, the transformation God brought in you through those difficult waiting times will have great impact.
Richard Rohr in his book, Everything Belongs, says it well. “We have to move out of ‘business as usual and remain on the ‘threshold’ (limen, in Latin) where we are betwixt and between. There the old world is left behind, but we’re not sure of the new one yet. That’s a good space. Get there often and stay there as long as you can by whatever means possible. It’s the realm where God can best get at us because we are out of the way. In sacred space, the old world is able to fall apart, and the new world is able to be revealed.” While I don’t agree with everything Richard Rohr says, this is a worthy statement.
Reading this, I was struck by the phrase, “it’s the realm where God can best get at us…” I want Him to be able to get to me, to be able to transform and change me. The only hope I have of becoming like Jesus is if He has access to my soul to shape and form it.
The pandemic brought many changes to both our world and individual lives. Almost everyone’s was affected in some way. One effect was the dramatic increase in learning to wait.
What a relief it is now that those things have come to pass!!!
My husband and I waited eleven months to return to our home in Thailand. One after another ticket has been changed or canceled, and visa options fell through. It was difficult. There was grief involved in the loss of the old times when things were easier. They were stressful times for everyone across the globe.
When we came to the USA in March of 2020, we had no idea we would be there eleven months. I admit. There were days I greatly longed for things to go back to “normal.” There were things about my 2019 life I missed greatly!
During the pandemic, each day I tried to embrace what God had for me that day. I told myself – “God is in control of my life, my future, and my transformation. His purposes are greater – far better than what I can imagine or achieve.”
When those feelings, that longing for the way it was, rose in my heart, I gave it to Him. Letting go of my desire to determine my own future, to be in charge of when the waiting would end. I whispered the words, “I trust You. Your purposes are good. Father, I want Your will not mine. I’m so glad You are in control. And I surrender.”
In response, He gave me the grace to embrace that time of waiting with joy. I received new manna for each day during the pandemic.
The pandemic is fading into the records of history and it’s challenges recede in our minds. We should be careful, though, not to lose the lessons it taught us. Other times of waiting and transition will come. Its part of life. What did we learn about waiting that can help us in what we face today? Or what we will face tomorrow?
Surrender and trust. God works all things for good. Live each day fully unto Him and not for progress or productivity. Find joy in submission and faith in His timing and purpose. Those are some of mine. They are lessons I want to hold on to. To carry into today’s waiting times.
And now, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in you.
Ps. 39:7 ESV.
This is a good space. God has access to you in unique ways in the waiting periods when you are not in control of your life. We want to become like Him. Yet we resist.
Our brokenness is exposed to His healing touch.
Would you ask a heart surgeon to rush an operation? Of course not! God is deeply at work in our inner beings. Stay still and let Him do what is needed for as long as it takes.
The things God wants to release through you in the next season require a greater level of dependency on Him. We want to see greater fruit from our lives, but don’t like to let go of control. The more we let Him be in charge, the more powerfully He can use us. Choose to let God determine if you need to grow your trusting God muscles in this season, or your ministry skills.
We can trust Him because we know Him. His Word is true.
Isaiah 55:8 says, ““My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,” says the Lord. “And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine.” Say it out loud – right now. “Your thoughts are nothing like mine, Jesus. Your ways are far beyond what I can imagine!”
Do you believe that to be true? Sometimes we have to convince our souls to believe the truth!
In the waiting times, we remind ourselves of His promises. We meditate on His character.
“He is good. He is faithful. He has called me to bear much fruit,” we declare.
What has He personally promised you? Spoken to you about as far as your calling or destiny? Review and meditate on those things.
Remember who He is.
Times have changed but God has not.
Jesus endured many things in the desert. Temptation, hunger, attack from the enemy. Yet when He came out of the desert, His ministry began with great anointing. Having gone through those trials and overcome them, there was new strength.
In wilderness seasons, I’ve found my walk with Jesus grows sweeter…more intimate. It’s as if the chaff has been burned off, and my soul is purified afresh. The most powerfully transformative moments in my spiritual life have come from the deserts.
Receive the blessing. Watch for it. Wait, but not in hopelessness.
Steven Curtis Chapman wrote a song when he grieved the loss of his daughter. He wrote,
“We have this hope as an anchor,
‘Cause we believe that everything God promised us is true, so…
We wait with hope,
And we ache with hope,
We hold on with hope,
We let go with hope.”
In the waiting of this season, how is God filling your heart with hope?
Let me know in the comments below or on the Missionary Life Facebook page.
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It is easy to get busy with life. Where do you buy cooking gas? In some countries, it can be quite a process. First, you need a special government-issued card, which you wait in line for hours to get. Then you have to find the particular shop where they sell it. That shop may be out of gas this week and send you to a different one in yet another unknown location. Google maps has no idea how to get there, nor do you! Your day is filled just meeting the basic needs of your family.
Sound familiar?
Staying focused on your mission can be challenging. Our families have needs that must be met. Children want friends, and so do we. Language learning slows us down from feeling we have much capacity for ministry.
This is hard but is not the greatest threat to fulfilling your God-given calling. What is? Let’s call it the missionary bubble. We need to recognize the bubble and break out of it.
Missiologist Donald McGavran wrote years back about the homogeneous unit principle. It’s somewhat controversial in church growth circles today for a few obvious reasons. It can seem a bit discriminatory at first glance. The principle contains some truth, however.
We humans like to be with others who are the same as us. We identify with those who share our culture and worldview. It is easier to be with these people and is more relaxed and comfortable than when interacting cross-culturally.
Because of this, missionaries tend to create “missionary bubbles.” Westerners create playgroups for their kids to get together and have fun. Koreans meet up with other Koreans to pray, share meals, and speak their own language. These are not wrong things to do. They can even be good for our emotional health and sustainability.
It becomes a danger, though, when we bond more closely with other foreigners in the country than we do with local people we want to reach. Or, when we spend the majority of our time with other missionaries rather than investing in relationships with nationals.
When we moved to India from Nepal, our children needed friends. The girls spoke decent basic Nepali already, but our son was only three. The city we moved to was multi-lingual. Hindi, Bengali, Nepali, English, and other languages were spoken. We decided to home-school our kids there.
Meeting the few other foreigners in our location, our kids were thrilled to have a chance to play with them. They didn’t have to worry about their toys being broken or stolen with these children. The language wasn’t an issue for them or me. It was fun to get together.
Looking for a church, we were a bit confused about what to do. Our kids didn’t speak Bangla or Hindi and we were still learning. Eventually, we found a church that had an English service where a handful of foreigners met. The missionary bubble at that time was small in our city, and fairly easy to avoid. There simply weren’t that many cross-cultural missionaries there. In many ways, it forced us to press into local relationships more.
Chaing Mai, where we now live, is different. There are thousands of foreigners living here! Our city has three or four English churches complete with a children’s program and youth group. This location has many international schools as well – filled with missionary kids. It is very easy to be absorbed into the missionary bubble here!
There are Bible studies to go to, kid’s events, tutorial groups, prayer meetings, playgroups…you name it. On top of that, most people also have their own mission meetings to attend. Without realizing it, our lives can grow full of events where we spend most of our time with other Christian foreigners.
We study the Thai language, and may chat with our neighbor or the taxi driver, but have few Thai relationships of depth and substance.
This is quite common here. No blame or condemnation intended. It’s the natural flow of things. Without resistance to this trend, it is just what happens. The missionary bubble is very good at sucking us in.
Your situation may be more like mine was in India, or more like mine now. Regardless, be aware of the natural tendency to drift into the missionary bubble (however small or big) and take steps to prevent its pull.
Language learning is an almost never-ending process. Like me, you may have starts and stops. Keep pressing forward. Step, by steady step. Eventually, if you don’t give up, you will learn to speak and understand. The main thing is to be consistent and keep moving forward.
Use what you do know whenever you can. Learn power phrases so you can ask questions like “How do I say _____________?”
Pause your busy life and do an assessment log for a few days. How many hours are you giving to doing what you came to do in missions? Where could you squeeze in more time for local relationships and language practice in the community?
Think synergy. Is there an event I currently do with other foreigners that I could do with local people? Could you give up a mission prayer meeting to attend one at a local church? Any other changes you’d like to try?
In my missionary life, I’ve seen that friendships are a blessed gift from God, whether foreign or national. Make them a matter of prayer. Ask God to bring people into your life through divine appointments. Be on the lookout for those people He is releasing, even those not yet believers.
Give time to local relationships. These are the people who will not move away when their term is over. They will guide you and help you adapt and navigate things in your host country.
May I give a small challenge here?
This is a hard one. As a mom and grandma, I get it. We want our kids to be happy. When they are uncomfortable, we are uncomfortable…even pained. Being uncomfortable never killed anyone. In fact, it can grow character in our lives.
In the long run, if you are planning to make missions a career in the nation you are in, your kids will do better if they push through. If they learn to adopt your host nation as their own, they will settle well. As they become comfortable in the language and cultural environment, they will thrive. If they do not, this will always be an issue for you. It could perhaps even cause you to return home prematurely.
Kids are super resilient. They can learn the language fast. Much faster than we do. Encourage them to have local friendships, help make that happen for them. Set up playdates not only with foreigners but with nationals. Go to the park and play football with the local kids and men in the evenings.
It may be uncomfortable at first, but the benefits are huge!
What will you do this next few weeks to break out of your missionary bubble?
Let me know in the comments below or drop a comment about it on the Missionary Life Facebook group.
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Sometimes our greatest transformation comes out of the moments of our deepest grief. Recently, YWAM around the world was rocked by the tragic news that eight key leaders were killed in a horrible bus accident. Our hearts go out to the families and staff who served under these significant leaders. Unexpected tragedies like this can shake us deeply. I’ve felt that shaking, cried those tears, and seen God work deeply. Below is that story.
From 2001-2004, my closest colleague in YWAM Frontier Missions work was an Indian lady named Dengziki. She was from Mizoram. We had led many trainings together in our city as we were releasing new church planting teams. Her greatest passion was to see North-east Indians released into the nations, with a special focus on China.
I was her leader, but she was like my right arm. We were a team. Together we had birthed a new training program for missionaries and sent more than fifteen people from India into China. They were serving there long-term.
One day, I was working with people in the slums, where we’d started a new branch of the ministry. My husband called my cell phone. “Something has happened to Dengziki,” he said. “It’s serious. You need to go immediately to the hospital.”
I jumped on the scooter and headed for the government facility, about fifteen minutes away. When I arrived and made inquiries, they took me into a room filled with people on cots.
They led me to a bed where I saw a body lay with a sheet over it. It was my friend. She was already dead.
Unspeakable shock and grief filled me. I was stunned. Alone and trying to grasp the reality of what had happened, my leadership skills in crisis kicked in. Suppressing my emotions, I began to make calls and arrangements. We would need to contact family and find out what was necessary for her funeral.
The details of what had happened began to fill in. She had been killed in what seemed like a needless accident. An army truck hit the autorickshaw she was riding in. She lay by the side of the road with a severe head injury for an hour or so before being transported to the hospital.
There was no ambulance or emergency care in our city to respond. No 9-1-1 to call. Her niece who was with her was also injured but not as severely.
Someone finally brought her to the hospital in a private vehicle. She died shortly after arriving there.
Before we could grieve, we had to fight with hospital officials to let us preserve her body. We would need time to get it home to the state of Mizoram, where she was from. The procedures we requested were different from what was normally done. Hindus cremate, but we needed the body preserved for a few days.
We contacted her family and made arrangements for the transport of her body back to a small city in her home state. This was where she was from and would be buried.
I and several others rode in the car with her body on an arduous 36-hour trip over terrible roads. On the way, we stopped in several places to rest and for short memorial services. Finally, we buried my dear friend in her hometown. I was devastated and completely exhausted.
Returning to our home in Northern India, I felt angry and deeply saddened. I was confused by what had happened. Just days before she died, our whole staff “family” had gathered for a day of intercession and prayer. We had specifically asked God to protect us as God’s servants in this city.
“How could this happen?“ I wondered.
My work in ministry came to a complete halt. I had no interest whatsoever in sharing the Gospel with anyone…or doing anything that involved extending myself in any way.
“How are we ever going to survive without her, in the work here?” I asked. It felt as if my right arm had been cut off.
I knew I needed to rest, and give myself time to process the pain and the deep questions I had. I would take some days off, recuperate, watch some movies, and do nothing, I thought. Then I remembered her tiny face.
The face belonged to little Khushi, a baby we had found while weighing kids in the slums a week or so before Dengziki’s death.
Khushi means happy in Hindi. Her face and smile would fulfill her name and bring us much joy. At seven months old she weighed only seven pounds. This was barely a normal weight at birth!
Severely malnourished, she was like a bag of bones covered in skin. We found this precious child while going door to door. Weighing children from birth to age three was one of our ways of blessing the slum community.
Khushi’s mother and the other relatives in the compound seemed not to care if she lived or died. Another mouth to feed…another baby girl.
It had seemed incomprehensible to me when we first found her. How could they allow an infant to get into such a bad condition? Her skin was loose, her eyes sunken, and she could barely lift her head.
Yet she had these amazing eyes that connected with you when you looked at her. She was way below our lowest numbers on the growth charts we used to show malnutrition.
Before Dengziki’s death, we had helped the family by providing baby formula. We gave them a couple of bottles and tried to assist, doing what was needed to improve her condition.
But her mother seemed to show little interest, and her father was always at work. A few days after our first contact with Khushi, her mother abandoned her and the family. She left this precious girl in the care of her 14-year-old auntie, a girl named Maya.
One morning, a few days after returning home from Mizoram, despite my grief, I kept thinking about this baby.
“If I don’t go to check on her, I wonder if she will die? I wonder if her family is feeding her or not?” Questions like this wouldn’t go away.
“I’ll just go and look in on her, then come straight home,” I thought. “After that, I’m not doing anything else. I need rest after what I’ve been through.”
When I went and examined little Khushi, she had lost even more weight. She could not afford to do that!
“I have to do something to help this little one,” I told myself. I called my husband, described the situation, and asked, “Do you think I should bring her home?” He agreed to pray, and that night, when we sought the Lord, we sensed this was what God wanted us to do.
We approached Khushi’s father Ritlal. “How would you feel about us taking her into our home for a while?” we asked.
Explaining the seriousness of her condition, we told him he would be welcome to come and see her anytime.
“After she is better, she can come back and live with you again,” we said. He gratefully agreed. That led to a trip to the local courthouse with a lawyer friend. She helped us draw up the papers to gain legal custody of Khushi.
After bringing her home, Khushi became the center of our lives for a while. Everyone in our family (and extended family) pitched in to help! Our two daughters, our female staff members, even our 9-year-old son joined in caring for this starving baby. My husband Todd, an absolute natural as a Dad, was a huge help. He carried the load as much as I did.
It was a lot of work. The first week her stomach was unable to absorb anything she ate. It all came back out. She was starving though and took in bottle after bottle of milk formula.
We loved her, held her, sang to her, slept beside her, and prayed over her. “Live little one,” I gently admonished as I cradled her.
The funny thing about Khushi was she smiled all the time those first few weeks. It was how she communicated with us, I guess. She was too weak to do anything else. Her huge grin and those tiny eyebrows that went up quizzically were how she told us she was there…fighting for her life.
After a week, I took her to a local pediatrician. “Whatever you are doing, it’s starting to work,” he said. He showed me the tiny bits of fat beginning to come on her cheeks. Yes! Progress! The love and prayers were working!
After two weeks, her father came to visit her.
“She likes bananas,” we had told him. From then on, whenever he came, he visited with a big bunch of bananas in hand. He loved his little girl, he just couldn’t care for her and work twelve-hour days at the factory.
“Can I bring the rest of my family to see her?” he asked. “Sure,” we said, little realizing that in an Indian family that could mean more than 20 people would visit!
That very night they came…all the relatives. His brothers and their wives, his sisters, an auntie, and a neighbor, all filed in to see the amazing change in little Khusi. She was already like a different baby, able to hold up her head, and showing signs of recovering.
We explained to them why we loved Khushi. It was because of the love Jesus had shown to us. The SatGuru (True Teacher) Jesus, had taught us to love our neighbors as ourselves. That meant that we needed to feed the hungry, care for the weak, and help the helpless.
Our next step was to show them the Jesus film. This was followed by an evangelistic film in Hindi made by Create International.
I think they would have stayed all night! You could see the interest and hunger in their eyes as they watched and heard the message of the gospel for the first time.
A week later, Khushi’s father, Ritlal, came once again with bananas in hand, to see his little girl. He told us, “When you first came to our home and began to share with us about your Jesus, I wasn’t interested. Why should I add one more god to my life?” I was interested to hear what he would say next.
“As Hindus, we already have so many gods. But I saw these past three weeks, how much you love my little girl. You love her as if she were your own child though you have no reason to. From this, I know that the Jesus you speak of is the true God. I want to become a follower of Jesus!”
We took time to explain more of the gospel to him, to make sure he truly understood. Reviewing why Jesus had come to earth, his salvation, love, and plan, we confirmed that he knew what this meant. Then Khushi’s dad prayed and received Jesus as his Savior.
We had little idea how the simple act of obedience and love in bringing Khushi into our home would affect our lives. It not only changed us, but it also brought transformation to the community in which we had begun to work.
“Isn’t it strange,” I pondered. “I was able to help Khushi, but she helped me even more.”
Whatever tragedy you are facing now, or in the future, God can turn it into Kingdom transformation. Grief and suffering are not something we can avoid in this life, but He can use them for His glory as we place our trust in His amazing love and goodness. Today Khusi loves Jesus and has just completed her YWAM Discipleship Training School. To God be the glory!
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