I'm In

For months now I've been bringing something before the throne... I've whined about it, I've cried about, and I've pleaded for it and a few weeks ago I got my answer.  No.  The answer was No.  What?  But hadn't God heard my many reasons?  Didn't He realized how well thought out my plan was?  Of course He had.  But the answer was no.

My church hosted a revival (our first annual revival, in fact) a few weeks ago.  My role was to help out with music.  So, our worship leader and I worked for hours and rehearsed, preparing to lead others to the foot of the throne.  One day, we rehearsed for nearly 6 hours.  It seemed like more.

I have been praying for revival in South Jersey since I got here.  Along with some dear colleagues, I believe that revival is going to take place very soon.  It's already begun in my individuals and I'm so excited to see where God is going to go with it all.  May the nations come to know Him!

So, the revival was cruising along.  We had different speakers lined up for each night.  The first two nights were great and they really grabbed my attention.  So much so that I went into the 3rd night with a very healthy, but very real fear of the Lord.  I knew without a shadow of a doubt that He was going to do something huge that night.  I had no idea what it was going to look like or that it was going to strike me the way it did.  We had a healing service that night and the speaker had a team set up and ready to pray and anoint with oil.  I was the 2nd to last person to be prayed over.

The moment the person began to pray was the moment I heard God's voice louder than ever before.  His first words to me were the answer to the thing I'd been praying for for so long.  And again, it was a no.  Tears were flowing freely and it knocked the breath out of me.  How could it be a "no?"  But He wasn't done.  He spoke healing and truth to many of the places of deep pain within me.  He spoke His power and authority into me and empowered me.  God held me tightly that night.  He knew the answer was going to be painful... He also knew I'd need to hear it more than once.  So again and again, He answered me.

The healing service ended and I just wanted to run home and record every single word God had spoken to me.  I was surrounded by loved ones, but I wanted to escape.  But, I knew I had to stick around to pack up the instruments and the sound system, so I just kept running God's words over and over again in my mind.  I was home within 45 minutes or so and I couldn't write fast enough.  Even now as I look back over those words, I can see the urgency in my handwriting.

Since that night, I've been slowly processing all of the things I heard.  I've been able to look ahead with much more clarity.  I've been clinging so desperately to Jesus and I wouldn't have it any other way.  The way I prepare sermons has changed a bit.  The way I deliver them has changed too.  Not drastically, but enough that I think it's noticeable.  I finally feel like I can speak with the power and authority of Christ.  He has given it to me and I'm to use it.  Just like when He sent out the disciples in His name.  Glory to God.

A few other things have changed since that night.  They've been more internal, but God is still working on me.  Many of my desires haven't changed and the end goal is still the same.  I'm so thankful to have a support system that allows me to verbally process too.  Revival is here.  Revival is happening now.  I'm seeing it the lives of those I work with closely and I can hardly contain my excitement.  :)

Of course there have already been times of attack from the evil one, but that's to be expected when you're walking so closely to God.  I encountered a very immature situation just yesterday that would normally throw me off my game, but God is so much bigger than these silly little attacks and my support system stands by me, unwavering... acting as bodyguards, quite literally.

So in this precious time of deep intimacy with Jesus, I've been reaffirmed and empowered like never before.  Yes, the "no" was a difficult one and I still can't see how this is all going to work out going forward, but I'm standing on the promises of God.  This is home.  I'm surrounded by people I love deeply.  "All the nations" means right here, right now.  I'm in.

Confession time...

Today started off like any other day.  Got up, fed my animals, got a run in, took a shower, and headed out the door to start the day.  My agenda: go to a soccer game and preach at the Yield service.  So on the way to the soccer game, I was told that we had to make a stop on the way home to grab something for the chicken BBQ at church tonight.  Panic moment #1.  I had completely forgotten about the dinner.  In the busyness of the week, it totally slipped my mind and I thought it was next weekend.  Nope.  AND I had signed up to bring something... luckily it was just fruit and my lapse in memory was easily remedied by a stop at the store.

So we watched the game and then started to make our way back to the church, trying to figure out where to stop and buy our food for the dinner.  About 30 minutes into the drive home, my mind was running over my check list for Sunday mornings.  I remembered that I needed to bring some checks over that people had sent as contributions for my upcoming trip to Uganda.  It was then that everything clicked and came together in my mind.  Two weeks ago I was asked to be the speaker at the chicken BBQ dinner.  Panic moment #2.  What in the world was I going to share and how could I forget something so important to me?!

Not once during this whole week did I think about the chicken dinner or the fact that I was given the opportunity to share about Uganda - something I LOVE to do.  I don't have an explanation as to why or how I could let something like that slip my mind.  I have had so much going on - preaching, teaching Sunday School last week, preparing the youth room for the start of youth group, preparing a lesson for youth group, practicing music for worship team (for Saturdays, Sundays, Pitman Camp, youth group, the tent revival, the parade, etc), going to meetings EVERY night, leading Bible study, and keeping up with administrative stuff like emails and snail mail - that it simply got placed in the back of my mind.

We were still nearly a half hour from the church and we still had to stop and buy stuff to bring.  When in the world was I going to prepare?  My focus completely shifted, but I had to bring it back because the reality was that I still had worship to lead and a sermon to preach.  Before we got to the grocery store, the Lord gave me a scripture to focus on for later that night and peace began to fall.

Before we started the service I asked Jesus to help me complete the tasks as they came.  Though I was mortified that I had let something so important to me (and Jesus) slip my mind, I knew He would help me.  The Yield service was refreshing and ran very smoothly in spite of me and my forgetfulness.  God was worshipped and His Word was preached.  Hallelujah, praise God forever!

After Yield, I had exactly 25 minutes to get things figured out.  I ran home, grabbed my computer and prayed that my picture slideshow was still there and that I hadn't moved it to my external hard drive.  Thankfully it was there, but then I found myself fighting with the projector and my computer to get something on the screen.  So there I was, watching everyone eat, still not 100% sure what I was going to say, with no working slideshow.  Panic moment #3.  I will admit that I was extremely flustered and ready to give up when I called my friend over to help me.  Between the two of us and mostly because of his determination (as I had already given up in my mind) and knowledge, he got the slideshow running.  Breathe in, breathe out.  Relief.

We went and got our food and sat with a couple of youth kids, enjoying a sweet time of fellowship with them.  All of my worries slipped away and though I didn't have a speech written out, I was ready to share my heart.

It's a really vulnerable thing to do... to share your heart with so many people.  You see, it's hard for me to share something so intimate- something I'm so passionate about and invested in- if I feel like people won't care as much as I do about what I'm sharing.  I tend to take it personally, but I try to remind myself that it's hard to be passionate about something you don't understand due to lack of experience.  That couldn't matter if I was going to do what God wanted me to do...

So I got up there, set my pride aside, and spoke of the ups and downs, the things God has done and is doing, and my love for Uganda.  Before I knew it, I was twenty minutes in and I hadn't reached the heart of the message... the very thing I knew God was asking me to share.  Thankfully, my passion (or maybe just the loud booming of my voice) seemed to have their attention.  I opened the Word of God and the Holy Spirit went to work.  When I closed in prayer, I knew I had done what God had asked me to do.  The rest is up to Him at this point.

I'm so glad for those moments of panic today and I'm grateful I forgot to prepare something.  This was one of those occasions when preparation would have led to stumbling over words and nervousness.  The Lord brought to mind just the things He wanted spoken.

Praise God for forgetfulness!  And praise Him for always keeping His promise to me!  "Remain in Me and I will remain in you..." John 15:4.

In the Secret of His Presence

In the excitement and chaos of ministry these days I don't seem to have much time for anything.  In all honesty, I've been eating cereal for days now because I haven't had the time or energy to go get groceries.  Nice and healthy, I know.  There's so much going on that it's overwhelming at times.

But do you want to know what's really exciting?  Getting to spend time with Jesus!  I know... I just got done saying how I don't even have time to buy food and it's true, I don't.  All I want to do is hang out with the King of Kings.  It seems like no matter where I am or what I'm doing, my only desire is to be with Him.  It's a lovely place to be and I'm sure many of you experience the same thing quite often.  

But what's different about it for me right now is that He keeps providing me with these little get-aways.  Little slices of heaven, as I've been calling them.  And I'm trying to hang on to each encounter.  It started with a drive home from the shore last month.  It was youth group beach day, but I had other commitments that required me to be back here by 6pm.  The kids weren't quite ready to leave, so the other adults had just enough spaces for everyone to stay an extra hour and for me to go.  When I got in my car I sensed that God was asking for my full attention.  I spent the next hour or so just talking, singing, and listening to God.  It was so refreshing.  But that wasn't enough.  A few nights later an hour walk in the pouring rain was on the schedule and it was amazingly peaceful... seeing as though I was the only one out in that weather.  

Then last week I experienced defeat like I hadn't in a long while.  My sermon flopped.  It didn't flow well which flustered me and I had already messed up playing piano on a couple of songs.  It was the definition of an "off" day.  I left the sanctuary feeling completely embarrassed and like a failure.  I had prepared it just didn't go over well in my opinion.  I tried to shake it off, but I just couldn't.  The next morning I was scheduled to teach our adult Sunday school class.  I was excited about my lesson, but feeling nervous because of the night before.  The lesson went very well, but I still couldn't get that "failed sermon" out of my mind.  (Yes, I'm very aware that I need to work on that.)  

Sunday night my church was the host of a camp meeting which means our senior pastor was scheduled to preach and our worship team was to lead music.  By the time Sunday evening rolled around, I was exhausted.  (I've heard it said that preaching a sermon is like the equivalent of working a 40 hour week in an hour and I never believed it until I started preaching every week.)  I dragged myself to the camp meeting in a bit of a fowl mood.  I just wanted to go to sleep.  As I walked up to the tabernacle, I started to feel my mood shift... slowly.  I was greeted happily by my friend and his kids and I just couldn't muster up the energy to reciprocate appropriately.  Then we started to run through some songs.  It was then that everything changed.  The Spirit was VERY present and I began to anticipate how awesome the choirs of angels were going to sound as they sang with us.  It was an amazing time of worship, a great sermon, and a new word from the Lord from a familiar scripture.  How great is our God??  

The next day, I was invited to drive up to North Jersey to hang out with my friend and his family.  I went back and forth about whether or not to make the drive, but I'm SO glad I did!  First of all, I love driving, so two hours one way is nothing.  Second, it turned into one of the most relaxing days of my entire summer.  I got to meet family members I had never met and relax by the lake with others I had... a very sweet time of hearing some absolutely amazing stories of a very long life lived and well traveled.  On top of that, I was able to get to know some of the family a bit better... which I love because as you know, building relationships is my thing.  What a blessing.  Not only that, but in the morning I kind of snuck off to sit down by the lake to hang out with Jesus while everyone else was still asleep.  The beauty of His creation was overwhelming and it was lovely to be wrapped up in His arms, surrounded by His presence.  Seriously, it's absolutely gorgeous up there.  

Right??

And to top it all off, his mom is an extremely talented musician so I asked her to play piano for me... which she did (even though she hadn't played for weeks as she had been traveling).  It was lovely and very worshipful.  I was so encouraged too, because she claimed that she hadn't played very well (though I disagree), but that she knew it was for God so it didn't really matter.  (I had been struggling with my lack of ability to play the piano since my "off" day that previous Saturday.)  So grateful for sweet gifts from Jesus at just the right time.

My prayer is that He keeps providing me with these little times away with Him.  He is seeing me through and I'm basking in His presence.  It's an exciting time in ministry and I'm so ready for a set schedule with school and youth group starting back up.  There's much to look forward to with my kids this year and I can't wait to see what God does in their lives (hearts).

Here's a hymn I found this week... In the Secret of His Presence:

In the secret of His presence how my soul delights to hide!

Oh, how precious are the lessons which I learn at Jesus’ side!

Earthly cares can never vex me, neither trials lay me low;

For when Satan comes to tempt me, to the secret place I go,

To the secret place I go.

When my soul is faint and thirsty, ’neath the shadow of His wing

There is cool and pleasant shelter, and a fresh and crystal spring;

And my Savior rests beside me, as we hold communion sweet:

If I tried, I could not utter what He says when thus we meet,

What He says when thus we meet.

Only this I know: I tell Him all my doubts, my griefs and fears;

Oh, how patiently He listens! and my drooping soul He cheers:

Do you think He ne’er reproves me? What a false Friend He would be,

If He never, never told me of the sins which He must see,

Of the sins which He must see.

Would you like to know the sweetness of the secret of the Lord?

Go and hide beneath His shadow: this shall then be your reward;

And whene’er you leave the silence of that happy meeting place,

You must mind and bear the image of the Master in your face,

Of the Master in your face.

Here is a video of some random dude playing/singing it.  Good stuff.

Here's to sneaking off to hang out with Jesus every chance I get! 

 

Unconditional

Decked out in her Sunday best, she sat proudly as he taught his obviously well thought out, very prepared lesson.  At times her rigidity seemed severe, but she was listening intently, nodding and following along as though he was the only one in the room.  Decades of wisdom and experience crossed his lips; though his face was mostly stern, the love of the Lord radiated from him.  She took in the words of truth being uttered.  Love.

Then, as the service began I noticed she sat alone.  Always so put together, she seemed a bit out of place without him by her side.  It wasn't as though she was lost, just uncomfortable.  It was clear that their long life together had made absence, even short lived, seem like an eternity.  Within minutes, he was there beside her and she was at ease.  True love.

And tonight as I left the camp meeting, I found myself walking behind them as they strolled, hand-in-hand along that quiet sidewalk talking and laughing.  Dressed more casually (for them) and obviously relaxed.  He led her along and she followed with joy.  When they got to their car (which was just across from mine, I really wasn't trying to stalk them), he opened her door and waited until she was situated before heading around to the drivers side.  Unconditional love.

It was like a scene out of some old movie.  I doubt that they feel very comfortable in today's culture at all.  They're from a very different generation... a simple, more romantic time even.  Though I'm certain we have very different beliefs and that we would probably disagree on everything except Christ, I couldn't help but be captivated by their love today.  Their's is a love that is completely grounded in Christ.  It's so obvious that from the time of their courtship up to now, he has pointed her to Christ and she has encouraged and supported his faith walk too.  They love Christ in one another.  Jesus is the center, the best part of their relationship.  I'm sure it's not been all roses, but I'm also sure that their foundation hasn't ever been shaken... that they've always remained grounded in Jesus.

So, why am I being such a creep?  Well, that's just who I am.  Accept it.  ;)

But really, God has been speaking to my heart about real, unconditional love.  I believe He showed me their love as an example today and it's been a real joy to observe.  Love without condition.  Love no matter what life throws at you.  Love all parts of every person, especially their imperfections.  Love when it costs you everything and even when it causes you deep pain.  This is the love that Christ has for me.  This is the love I desire from a husband.  This is the love that I am to be spreading with every breath I take.

Oh Lord, refine me.  Fill me up.  Pour out of me.  Amen.

A Sleeping Giant

I'm sitting in the peace and quiet of the sanctuary at church.  No one else is in the building (other than my dog) and I love that it's just me and Jesus right now.  Since getting back from the mission trip, I've hardly had time to process because this is the in-between week... next week we have VBS.  Summer has been anything but slow, but I like it.

As I sit here and peer out over the empty pews, I think about how just a couple of years ago, this place was foreign to me.  It wasn't comfortable.  You know when you go to a new place, even a hotel on vacation, and you think how strange it feels?  Like last week on the mission trip... the church we stayed in was beautiful, but it was huge.  The first few times we traveled from our sleeping area down to the fellowship hall, I felt lost.  It felt unnatural.  But by the end of the week, thanks in part to my inability to sleep leading to some exploration, I found it simple to navigate.  It became comfortable.

This sanctuary is comfortable for me now.  I love to be in here.  I love to sit at the foot of the cross or on the floor under the alter.  I love to sit at the piano and mess around, playing through hymns and worship songs.  I love to bring my guitar over and have jam sessions, singing at the top of my lungs.  This is a place of comfort.  I expect to meet with God when I'm in this room, not that He's not present all day, er'day, but here is different.

I think about the amazing things I saw last week.  Over and over again I expressed to the kids how the mission trip is the peak of my year because I get to be with them, serving, without having to plan anything that particular week.  It's a time when everything is planned, the Bible lessons and worship are done by the mission organization and I get to just be with my kids.  I cherish it.  It's completely exhausting, but I love it.  We served with a few different ministries throughout the week and we got to spend a good amount of time in Raleigh learning it's history and culture and exploring a bit.  What a blessed time with my group.

One of my my favorite parts of the week was our church group time.  Every night each church group there met individually and had time just with their own people.  It's my fave because I love hearing how my kids are doing and processing the week.  I love singing and worshipping just in our group.  I love praying for them.  I love how much they love each other.  I love getting a feel for where my kids are at spiritually.  It's such a vital time and really helps me connect with them.

I have to say... they did an amazing job.  They all worked really hard and connected with the people we worked with AND they did it without any complaining.  I am thoroughly impressed with them.  They were joyful.  They were strong even when they were exhausted.  They all got along.  The best part for me to see was that they were hungry for Jesus.  They really wanted to know more about Him.  They experienced Him in new ways and I think many of them came to love Him even more.  They asked really good questions and were very open and honest with both me and one another.  During morning devos, they thought through our discussions, didn't just give Sunday school answers.

My absolute favorite part of the whole week was when they said they wanted to know more about the Holy Spirit and His role.  Um, yeah we can talk about that!  It happened to be the last night at about 11:30pm when that was brought up, so we agreed that we'd have that convo in the cars on the way home thanks to our walkie-talkies!  So we did.  In two separate vehicle, driving down the highway, we talked about the Holy Spirit.  Praise the Lord for kids who ask questions!  How cool are they, seriously though??  I have to say, I was quite nervous that I wouldn't be able to answer well or that they wouldn't understand... and truthfully, I didn't know everything, but the Holy Spirit was present and His words were louder than my own.

I watched a group of kids in tight quarters, in an unfamiliar city, come together and serve.  They understand the Great Commission a little more.  They know that being a believer means being a person of action, ready and willing to carry out the Gospel... even if that looks like cleaning a toilet.  Amazing, right?

I saw a beautiful picture of Christ's Church in my group last week.  They came together and just did it.  They were Jesus to people who don't encounter Jesus every day.  They loved when it was hard to love.  Tears stream down my face as I type this because I am so excited for these kids.  I'm so excited to see how else God will use them and how else they will walk in obedience and say "yes."

It has me thinking about the state of the Church in the U.S..  It's been my opinion for years now that the North American Church is a sleeping giant.  It's here, but for the most part it doesn't act or look like the Church I read about it the book of Acts.  I see pews full of people, but I don't see the amount of fruit you'd expect to see from such numbers of pew-sitters.  I see people who come to church to be served, but who don't do much serving of their own.  I see lots of people who attend church, but not as many people who's lives reflect their time at church.  I hear lots of complaining that things aren't the way people want them, but see unwillingness to make changes.  I hear the Word preached, but I don't always see a response to the call to action (the Word being lived out).  I see a church desperate for resources and volunteers, but a lot of averted eyes when the plea is placed.  I hear lots of talk about love and grace, but don't see them extended unless it's convenient or being given to someone who looks and believes the same.  I see a world crumbling down, but watch the news and see that politics and the latest diet trend are more important than the starving, sick, and homeless.  I see sin being ignored and lots of double lives being lived.

What's the answer?  Jesus.  If we are walking in complete obedience to Him, always saying yes, even to the hard stuff, then we are being sanctified, being made more like Him.  If that were happening, I believe the Church would look different.  We would know Christ, really know Him.  We would hear His voice so clearly.  People wouldn't be content to sit in their pews and talk about their relationship with God... they would have to get up and move... it would show, they wouldn't have to talk about it.  They would have to be an action people.  They would say no to sin and stop making excuses for it... they would strive to live like Christ.  To let go of their stuff and trust God to be enough for them.  He's more than enough.

I saw more of this this past week on the mission trip than I've seen in a long time.  No, my kids aren't perfect and yes, they will continue to be crazy teenagers, but for a week, they got a taste of the real Church.  What it's like to be a part of the body of Christ that isn't asleep or sick.  And it's beautiful.

I so long to see revival.  To see the Church wake up, get healthy, and move forward.  Please, Lord Jesus!  I long to see my brothers and sisters (and me) say only "yes" to God.  To set themselves aside.  To proudly live for Christ... which looks like humility, service, and LOVE.  I long to see a people tired of making excuses and keeping one foot out the door.  I long to see Christ's bride, looking lovely and fighting hard for her bridegroom.  I long to journey through this life partnered with a man who is walking in obedience to God... ready to serve, ready to love, ready to be Jesus to the least of these with a life dedicated to Christ.

Come Lord Jesus.  Free us from ourselves and our selfish desires and tendencies.  Give us the courage to walk in obedience and love.  Give us your heart and your eyes.  Let us look beyond these 4 walls.  Amen.

Breathe

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

It's natural and comfortable... at least I hope so.  Being around my friends who've served in Uganda is always just like breathing.  I can't describe it well, but it's a relief.  (It probably seems like I'm in some sort of perpetual state of discomfort or something the way I say that, but I'm not.)  It really is like a breath of fresh air.  It's exciting.  They don't get sick of talking about Uganda and they understand exactly what I'm talking about.  They have clear mental pictures and can hear the sounds.  They know the smells.  They know the smiles.  They understand the frustrations that pop up in daily life.  They've been burned by the equatorial sun.  They've been to the markets and eaten the food.  It's a shared experience... it makes sense, right?

This past weekend my first Uganda roomie, Jean, my friend Jodi, and I drove down to Atlanta to celebrate the marriage of some very dear friends.  The groom, Francis, was the first Ugandan I got to know quite well.  He was a colleague at the international... our beloved music teacher.  We've been friends and partners in ministry for 6 years now.  The bride, Missy, was my roommate for a few months during my second year in Uganda and she's been a very a dear friend and encourager in my life.

Jean and I were asked to participate in the ceremony, so we arrived at the church Friday afternoon.  They had just started the rehearsal so we grabbed some seats in the back of the church.  It was such a weird feeling.  I had hung out with Missy in the States a few different times over the years, but Francis had never been here prior to this month.  Sitting there, I was beyond anxious to run up and hug them both.  I've been saying for two and half years now that I want to go back... if only to visit, but I've not had the opportunity.  To see Missy and Francis in the States brought a little bit of Uganda to me.  Memories rushed back.  Things fell right back into place.  They brought love and greetings from my dear loved ones.  They brought tears of joy.  They brought the joy of the Lord.

After the ceremony, at the reception, we had lots of time to catch up with dear friends... ones we've served with, but haven't seen in years.  I was very honored to have Francis ask me to give a speech representing him and the Ugandan community.  What a privilege to share with people just a little bit of my love for the Lord, for the couple, and for Uganda.  It was a very special time.  And to top it all off... we all stayed until the reception was over.  We helped clean up and as things were wrapping up Francis, in true Francis fashion, took my guitar out and we had a jam session.  My heart was exploding with joy.  It's just what we always did in Uganda.  Francis always has a guitar (or some other instrument) in his hand.  We're all always singing.  It felt so natural and right.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Trust Jesus.

Rehersal Dinner!

Getting ready for the ceremony

Practicing before the ceremony

With the Bride and Groom

Hanging with the Bourne's 

After wedding jam session

Roomie selfie

Chamuka-ing with Francisco :)

Suited Up

I've sat down to write many times in the last two months, (some ideas were great, others not so much) but for some reason, I've not been able to get anything out.  My energies have been exhausted.  Much has happened, but I don't feel the need to go on and on about it right now.  Shocking?  I think so.  I'm not entirely sure what brings me back tonight, aside from missing writing.  I was really good at journaling up through about college, but that went out the window a long time ago.

Much of my blogging through the years has been for me, though the updates were usually at the request of those keeping up with my ministry (sorry I've not kept you updated, but it will comes eventually).  I say it's been for me because since I've not journaled consistently, I've used this to record things that God has told me.

Maybe God is bringing me back tonight.  As is a common theme in my life, I've been desperately missing Uganda for the past few weeks.  I miss every single thing about it, even things that frustrated me there.  My passport is expired and my bank account is far from being in the black, so a trip anytime soon seems HIGHLY unlikely.  Just the passport being expired is enough to make me want to cry.  So since I've been daydreaming of walking the orange dirt roads so much, God has been sustaining me with His presence.  When my longings to be on the mission field over-take me, He reminds me that He is enough and that I am where He is asking me to be.

Being on the mission field is what God has commanded all of us to do.  There's no disputing that.  For some, that looks like pastoring a local church.  To others it looks like moving 9,000 miles from home.  For some it means going to work and being Jesus to co-workers just by how they live their lives.  Spreading the gospel is obedience, no matter where or how.  One is not greater than the other.

Something that God has been reminding me and showing me is that South Jersey is my mission field.  It is no easy mission field for me.  Yeah I'm in America, but not the America I've always known.  It's not easy because it's America.  If I'm being honest, it's actually quite difficult in our too-much-stuff, always busy, selfish culture.  Priorities are tricky.

So as I've been thinking of South Jersey as a mission field, I've noticed that my expectations are skewed because of my time in Africa.  In America, we've moved away from a community culture.  We don't build community outside of our family units very well.  I've experienced this since coming here, as I'm sure I would experience all over this country of ours.  My experiences prior to this were so different because I was home and then I was in Uganda where there is a very strong sense of community.  It's tricky to come into a culture that's so set.

It's also tricky to have experienced a culture where people's decisions to follow Christ may cost them their families or even their lives, yet they do follow Him.  It's amazing.  Here, our lives aren't in jeopardy, but our way of life is... that is, we are not as easily persuaded to give up our sin.

(I realize that these are generalities and not every person lives this way or struggles with the same things.)

The mission field is where I live and I need to keep remembering that.  There's a constant battle for souls going on.  I need to stay suited up and smelling like Jesus. (Ephesians 6:10-18, 2 Corinthians 2:14-17 )