The last three weeks have been spent in full-time language study with our weekends focused on sharing Gospel stories with a couple families in a nearby village. That pretty much sums up the totality of what we are doing at the moment. So often mission workers try to sort of glorify the work or tasks at hand but yep . . . that’s our day. Wake up. Run to get some groceries from the nearest shop on our road. Eat. Engage with people in the community. Study like mad. Have class. Repeat more of the same. The weekends are nice to really zero in and focus on telling the parables of Jesus.

This isn’t pretty guys. I misunderstand a lot. Talking on the phone pretty much sucks. I get lost over my own words and have to have our friends in the house fellowship help me finish sentences. It is one of the worst and unpolished presentations of Gospel stories you’ve ever heard. Most of the time my friends can understand what I’m trying to say and if they can’t, I try again. My prayer over the last several weeks as we join in this fellowship has been “God, help them understand your story. Change our lives in the process.” I don’t care too much about how good it sounds. Even if I wanted that, it is a ways away from becoming reality. And every week our friends make great applications and challenge us. I keep asking myself over and over as I share the parables “WHy is this Good News to me? Why must it or should it be Good News to my friends?” I follow that up by pondering if I really understand the story. Really. So, while things from the outside may look weird or sound funny, inside, deep in our hearts, the Gospel is beautiful. And that beauty is what we so treasure about our Jesus.

So yeah, we’re not like these super-dynamic people. We try to be diligent and stumble over words as we study and use what we learn in the community. It does get tiring feeling stupid all the time but it comes with the territory we’re in. I had a moment where I thought I was superior to the task at hand the other day. A lady was making fun of me because I didn’t understand something her husband said. I was thinking to myself how much better and smarter I was than her. As I was judging her, I was ironically telling myself how much nicer I was. Unbelievable. I was brought back to the simple notion that we are servants. Nothing more. Christ’s servants.

Over the last few months I continue to fix my gaze on the servanthood of Christ and His call for us to be servants. It is by far the part of the Christian faith I struggle with the most. A servant is never too good for the task at hand. They serve whether they want to or not and contrary to our nice and tidy ministry schedule plan, we don’t get to decide when to serve and when not to serve. Just when we’re ready to chill, relax, do our own thing. . . put on the apron and get to work. There is no task from which I am exempt.

From trying to figure out how to navigate the city despite my limitations, to struggling through Gospel storying, to exhausting myself in learning the details of language – servanthood. I am trying to grow deeper and fuller in it. Thank God that Jesus set such a beautiful example for us. Leaving the power and glory of heaven, He came down and became the very nature of a servant. He had no place to lay His head and was eventually rejected by all. then the ultimate. . . He gave His life. Oh wow. Language and memorizing stuff. . . .yeah, lots of room to grow.

So we continue moving forward, trusting in the Gospel, mainly in the Jesus in that Gospel. We trust in His words and actions that led Him to give himself away.

On a less inspirational or challenging note, we have found a flat! We like it a lot and is in a really cool neighborhood. We’ve already met several of our new neighbors and they are very eager to talk with us and invite us into their homes and little shops. Looking forward to getting settled there next week!