I had a wonderful plan for my number ones before I left. After weeks of prep and packing, I took Nora to camp on Monday for the week. I registered Ben with a great neighbor friend for VBS at her church, complete with transportation both ways. I bought Lily a ticket to Indianapolis, and worked it out with her best MK (missionary kid) friend to spend three days with her. I asked Hannah to be on deck with Sofie and Emma, doing a few things Sofie has been dying to do and toting Emma along.
Then I packed my bag, Ben woke up with a 102 fever, we headed to Indiana and the camp called that Nora was throwing up.
We make our best plans. But the Lord has taught me a million times over that all of our planning and preparing is sometimes in vain…and to trust Him anyway.
At OMS, I kept on learning. A few months ago when Tom asked me if I would preach at OMS chapel on June 25th, I panicked. A room of life-long missionaries, leaders, theologians, pastors, board members and HQ staff is an intimidating crowd! Speaking is NOT my sweet spot nor gifting.
But He confronted my excuses long ago in Haiti…don’t say you’re ready to preach the Gospel if you’re not willing to do so in ANY way to ANY person at any time. When He gives you an opportunity, you take it. Faithful. Done. Not about us.
And June 25th is my dad’s birthday. And the Lord has taught me that the best way to grieve and the best way to honor is to GIVE. Sharing with others what God has shared with me is the best way to celebrate dad and to let Him turn pieces of my grieving into His grace.
He reminded me after speaking that if we are praying and spirit led, He’ll use our witness to speak to the specific, unknown and painful places of others. I don’t even know how that works, but somehow He took my testimonies to speak to incredibly random places in powerful ways, and I love entrusting our words and stretching to Him!
I learned what is going on in many parts of the world…learned how to pray. I learned of hard places of hard hearts and hard soil…I learned of painful stretching of missionaries in war torn countries. I learned of disappointing doors closed and unbelievable doors opened. I learned about oppressive spiritual warfare, incredible church-planters emerging from prison for church-planting heading right back to their planting of churches, of places once radiant for the Gospel now almost completely dead, and of spiritually dead people being given new life in Him.
There were so many encouraging highs and painful lows…and that is the life of the Gospel. It is accepted and transforming to some, and rejected and missed by many.
My biggest burden was for the need for bold prayers for closed, war-torn and rejecting countries…and for the church.
Men and women rising up, ready to die to self and ready to GO as missionaries is at a low across the Global North, and as I’m asking the question, “how can we get people to GO?” a better question was asked.
If the church is preaching comfort Christianity, preaching only small and shallow versions and portions of the true Gospel, if the church is preaching preference and feel good and blessing and comfort Gospel, how could we have missionaries ready to pick up their crosses, lay down their daily lives for His sake, leave mothers and fathers and GO?
If the church is far more country club than conviction, far more ear tickling than heart piercing, if the Gospel is far more watered down and used than studied and ingested and life changing…if the church isn’t preaching the depth and life and truth of the full Gospel, if we’re giving Jesus the stuff we don’t want, and unwilling to give Him the stuff that we like holding on to…how am I thinking it’s going to be churning out a force of beautiful feet to carry the Gospel other places?
As deeply as my heart burns and will always burn to GO and BE that missionary, it’s the first time that I really realized that the failure today isn’t that missionaries aren’t going…it’s that the CHURCH isn’t equipping them to GO by preaching and modeling His TRUTH.
I’m NOT an overseas missionary right now. But I AM the church in America, and I’m realizing He might just have us there for such a time as this.
Listen. If you’re ready to GO or ready to SEND or ready to ASK or ready to PRAY for many to come to know Jesus and to be known by Him, I would LOVE to connect you. One Missionary Society is the RIGHT place with the RIGHT people with His heart for the world, and I’d love to answer any questions or point you to someone who can help. staceyhaiti@gmail.com
Add in all I learned from time with my friend Stan Key, from chapel and the classroom with my pastor-friend Elijah Friedeman, from the boardroom on missiology from my friend Chris Williams, from the corner table with my brother and sister Jeff and Laura, from evening walks with Uncle Martin and Aunt Sharon…I’ve still got lots to process, and lots to thank the Lord for!
We’ve only got ONE life, friends. Don’t waste it on you and your plan. Don’t waste it storing up your treasures here. Only he who loses his life in Christ will FIND it, and such mighty and miraculous things does He do through one faithful and ready to obey.