As I write this, I am in the middle of Uganda. I moved to Africa, joined a home committed to love, laughter, and service. Everything is new, everything has changed. These past few days have been filled with endless adjustments. Imagine a flood sweeping over the land, my life that is, and I feel a little overwhelmed. I realize I didn’t understand the enormity of my decision to change life this much. There’s nothing like moving so far. It’s a fresh start, a new season.
When I start to describe my new life to people I struggle to find words. All the typical ones work, in some way or another, but they also miss out on a lot. The faces behind the love. The home behind the children. The real reason behind my desire to give up normal and look for something better. I have been thinking about how to share this journey, and as I consider that, I can’t move beyond the missiona
Missions are looked upon negatively by most, for some good reasons. They have been studied by many smarter than I and it has been pointed out that missions imply one person is in power and another is in lower, or ‘the mission.’ This and others are very true points, worth being broadcasted, and have caused me to shy away from using the term for years. When it gets right down to this journey though, here is what I think:
I am the mission.
I am the one who is in need, always having more to learn from those who are different than me. I am in need of miracles, the ones that come when you live and work with the powerless, and they show you that you are the same. I need to be stripped of my safety net, to find who I am without it. I need to see the kingdom of God and the word made flesh in the places we were promised life – the cracks of society and the corners of religion. I need real life, life I can breathe full, without the watered down contentment I’ve been promised. I need to understand the worst parts of the world and marvel at the magnificent. I need to learn the cycle of greed, and break free from the oppression circle.
I am the one who so willingly gives of myself and feels pleased, certain that I have earned points. I am the one who will turn relationships with those different than me into stories all about me. I being the hero, them being the needy. I am the one who might be pretty poor in the bank, but feel rich in my own spirituality.
I am in need. I need these children, this place, this time. I need it to change me, completely.
I am the mission. As I write these stories over these months, they’re changing me.
These next few weeks will be an adjustment, but I will try and write some about what is happening inside. It is currently the battle of finding wonderful in giggles and tears as much as I did the quiet of my old mornings.
Pictures to come later on. The children are wonderful.