Camp has been crazy and interesting. I feel sad as it comes to a close, because there are so many cool things that I have been learning. I think the saddest part is going to be saying goodbye to some really awesome friends, and being left without very many people who speak Spanish on campus this march. There have been some interesting stories, that at times I think get lost in my day-to-day schedule. So I thought I’d share.
For insistence: last week I woke up to my friends laughing in the bathroom, they told me they had found blood all over the floor in their room. Everyone kept complaining about the smell, and trying to figure out which girl was gross enough to bleed all over the floor and not clean it up. But as it turns out during the night a bat had flown into the fan and then died in one of their suitcases. I laughed so hard! It’s just one of those stories that would probably only happen in South America.
There have also been funny conversations, like trying to explain rocketry in charades when we didn’t know the word in Spanish. I believe what we said it is “an it’s an airplane that flies into the Universe,” I’m sure I’ve said weirder things, not that I would know lol. These sorts of things I think are the joys of being a foreigner.
On a sweeter note last night they came and got my friends and I and told us we were going to go share the gospel. I was scared out of my shorts though, because heaven only knows that I am the worst person they could ask: my Spanish is still so inadequate. I kept trying to translate the gospel in my head, as a prayed over a bunch of campers we were sharing with. I didn’t end up having to speak, but it was cool because one of the kids my friend witnessed to ended up coming to know the Lord.
I’ve seen a lot of kids getting saved and desiring to serve the Lord, which is really exciting; and makes being behind the scenes sweeter, knowing that even if we are doing battle with a mop and textbook, God’s name is being magnified.
I feel that I have so much more to learn, both spiritually and as far as language goes. Honestly though, I think I will be saying that till the day I go home to be with the Lord. Lately I’ve been reading Isaiah and studying a book by C.J Mahaney called: “A cross-centered life.” It’s been such a beautiful thing the way they go hand in hand with what I have been learning spiritually all through camp. I’m learning how avidly passionate Jesus is for people; I knew this, but it’s beautiful to see examples of his love every day. I think on how often the Lord is not at the center of my heart and my life- and it’s a shame, because He is so beautifully worth being at the very center of everything; and He will be. My prayer is that, we, as a church and heirs- will rise up and glorify his name in all the earth.
I’ve learned so much about missions, perhaps from just sitting back and contemplating it while I mop floors and study verb conjugations. God has us all to share His message and to serve people, missions is certainly not a place, and it is not a people group- though God does place specific ones on our hearts at times. Our mission: is to proclaim his gospel with our words, with our actions, and our lives no matter where we are or whom we encounter along the way. Anyway this is what God is teaching me, apologies for the sermonette. Please as you pray for me, pray that I would have a passion for Jesus beyond all things, and that I would keep Him and his death for me at the very center of all that I do. Pray for genuine understanding of the gospel this last week of camp. Pray God gives me the strength to press on, and learn how to learn another language; in order that I may have another tool to do what God has commanded us in sharing his gospel-that one day I would fluidly be able to put into words how the cross of christ has changed my life so entirely. Pray that I would not be selfishly inwardly focused, and forget that nothing is truly about me, but it’s about my Father- and O’ that He would be glorified!!
I end with this quote: “The cross is the blazing fire at which the flame of love is kindled, but we have to get near enough for its sparks to fall on us.” ~John Stott
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