Walking the Word

It’s pretty insane when I have to hike a mile down a gigantic gorge just to get some genuine alone time with the Lord. The Logistical Base is crawling with traffic and I can’t sty still for five minutes with out being asked for something or to do something: mainly a lot of physical labor; stuff that requires using a ‘Leatherman’. Daily, I spend a lot of time cooking in the kitchen, organizing laundry schedules, and dancing with the Zambian workers; they love to dance. I’ve taken on two new instruments too; the guitar and the Jambaeu’ (I don’t know if I’ve spelt that right, it’s an African Drum). During nights when teams come in I have been leading worship around the campfires, or anytime for that matter.
Life in “missions” is greatly romanticized at times… Sure, there are revival services, and preaching, salvations, and healings. But behind every service is a process of
‘setting up’, behind every revival is serious repentance, behind any effective preaching with salvations is time in fervent prayer, behind every healing is the God given brokenness that would give us the compassion to heal (Jesus healed out of compassion, not for marketing), behind every expedition is a lot of fundraising. The reality behind it is this: you can choose to be a missionary where ever you are. It’s about using what you’ve got and letting the Spirit take it from there. The only difference between you and me is that I pioneer the unfamiliar, spiritually, physically, mentally. Pioneering isn’t one simple trip, it’s a lifestyle—It means, everyday there’s going to be a new hoop to jump, a new terrain to break your 4x4 vehicle, a new fine local cops will come up with, a new word to learn in a different language, a new cultural barrier to break. The little bit of glory that comes with the job is what makes it all worth it; the power of the Gospel of Christ. The glory of seeing a man at the market who was about to commit suicide, sit on the floor and cry out for the first time to a God that was able to hear him (which did actually happen the other day), to be able to introduce someone who’s worked at Chik-fil-A for the last 6 years of her life to a greater reality, a greater reality that needs her. That’s the glory, but it comes with a price, and that comes with a choice. One, you have to understand theirs always going to be 101 things to do (100 of which you don’t know how to really do). Two, you have to make a conscious decision that you’ll give stuff to the Lord when I doesn’t go your way, and PUSH the doors open when you have to. . .