Greg and I have had our mission call now for four months. Every where we go the subject of our mission comes up. When we tell people that we are going to
Africa on a mission for our church they get very excited. The first words that come out of everyone’s mouth are “YOU ARE GOING TO LOVE IT!”
After a few minutes of discussion, I find out that they have never been to
Africa and they have never served a two year mission as a senior couple. It is usually an aunt that went to Africa or a business associate or sometimes even someone in their ward.
Now I love a positive mental attitude but this is almost ridicules. Greg and I decided that the Church has sworn everyone to secrecy that has served in
Africa. When a missionary is about to go home they probably make a pledge not to tell of all of the problems because no one would ever go there again.
|This is a typical scene from a market place in Ghana|
This is the question that I have been asking myself the last few months, “How can I love a place when everyone I love is not there?” Now, that is the real question. I will go and I will serve but my heart is breaking right now. Every time I see one of my grandkids and give them a hug my mind goes to that very question. How can I leave? How can I keep my heart from breaking?
The only solution that I can find is to fall in love with the people that I am going to serve. I need to get up to my elbows in service. When you serve someone you learn to love them. I am praying every day that I will have the pure love of Christ for everyone I meet. I need to look into those beautiful African children’s faces and give them all the love I have for my grandchildren. In other words, I need to lose myself in the service of my brothers and sisters of
|School lunch for the children - doesn't it look yummy!|
Then after two years I am sure that I will say, “Oh, you are going to
Africa? YOU ARE GOING TO LOVE IT!”