I am still in the head-scratching phase of my mission trip to Liberia, trying to figure it all out. What was God's message for me in it all?
Let's start with what it wasn't. I do not feel called to do more mission work in Africa; at least at this point.
I do not feel called to become an advocate for the Bromley School.
I do feel called to support the education efforts of the Episcopal Diocese of Liberia. Probably from the good ole USA.
A friend who knows several of my mission colleagues remarked that each of us, when recounting our experience, came from a completely different perspective. It's almost like we were telling different stories. That shouldn't surprise me. True to promise, God met us as we were.
I am surprised that my emerging sense of what was revealed to me has nothing to do with Africa or education. It has to do with God's persistent and consistent call to me. One which, if I am truly honest with myself, I have been at best misunderstanding - and at worst, ignoring.
Maybe I've been "lukewarm" in my response to that call.
To the angel of the church in Laodicea write:
These are the words of the Amen, the faithful and true witness, the ruler of God’s creation. I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth.
Uh, yikes.
More to come.....
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