I’ve been watching the many lives of my friends change via the world’s photo diary Facebook…marriages of young people, the growth of children, friends enjoying their first grand-babies, job changes etc. While I would not trade this technology that allows me to be a part of others lives here across the ocean, I have wistful moments knowing time is passing and I’m no longer really a part of their lives. Viewing from afar our friends and family in the states growing and changing is my first world.
When will I ever consider Polokwane, South Africa home? We attend Christ Baptist Church and have a wonderful group of Elders, yet Doug and I rarely choose to seek counsel from any of them.We still consider our home church to be Second Baptist and Bro. Brett as our pastor. He is the one we go to for counsel, even though we haven’t been a part of the church in over a year. We are involved in our church here and enjoy the fellowship we have with others but there’s still a part of us that feels like an outsider looking in. When will that feeling end? When will we call Christ Baptist our home church?
The second world of Polokwane is not much different than the states. I might drive on the other side of the road but I’m still driving into a city that has grocery stores, malls and cinemas. The stores may not have the same foods available as in the states, but there is still plenty to choose from. Our house may be a round one room but it is not lacking in anything. Yes, I would really love to have a bathtub and a separate bedroom but we have all the comforts of home because of God’s goodness to us through others.
As I’m typing, Mozambique, my third world, brings a smile to my face. I discovered from Doug’s missiology class the proper name for missionaries like us: non-residential missionary. Doug and I do not live in the area of where we do mission work yet it is this world that brings me much joy. I think one would have to be a missionary to truly understand. The language barrier is great as I still struggle in the correct pronunciation of word groups, but I trust that one day God will give me the understanding I need to be able to communicate more effectively. The difficult terrain and obvious poverty dim in light of faithful women who want to be taught God’s word and the laughter of children who need to know, no matter their circumstance, Christ is their glorious hope.
Three worlds but one great God who is sovereign over them all.