On Jogging and Mental Maps

I’m attending a missions week up at Toccoa Falls College in the mountains of NE Georgia. Today I decided to go for a jog. I looked at Google Maps to chart the course. And off I went. It didn’t take me long to realize I should have checked out the topographical version – the first mile went up, up, up – a 400 foot rise a later map check revealed. Then I came to a fork that was not on Google Maps. I went one way, up, up, up for about 10 minutes – dead end. So I came back and went the other way – another dead end. Oh well, I finally returned – so much for my nice, clean 5-mile loop!

Being the somewhat neurotic sort, I got back to my computer and turned on satellite view. Aha! There were more roads than the map showed, so I should have made a turn somewhere that just did not show being a crossroads. I also could see now that this was a mountainous trek, so I should anticipate some hefty hills.

This reminded me of what I learned way back in Missions 101 about world view. Our world view contains all the assumptions we make about how the world works, how we relate to one another, how we do the basic routines of life. My prof called it our “mental map.” When we go to another culture, it is a different “mental map,” which can cause disorientation.

Well, I knew I needed a different map here, but I didn’t take the time to look at all the dimensions of the new map. So I ended up with unexpected difficulty and I made wrong turns. If we head to cross-cultural ministry, however well intended, without doing the hard work of learning the various facets of the new culture – the new mental map – we are apt to run into all sorts of surprises and difficulties that just didn’t show up on the initial rendering. And we very well may end up getting lost in the process and create problems not only for ourselves, but for others. Most importantly, the very Gospel we came to share can get distorted or even just lost in the process.

That’s why good preparation for missionary work, whether for a 2-week trip or for a life time of cross-cultural ministry, is of vital importance. I get very concerned when I hear of a church group going to another country to “do ministry” with only an hour orientation before heading to the airport! They are going with a surface version of the new mental map at best. We need to show our love for the Lord and respect for the new culture by doing the work required to get a decent handle on the new mental map we’ll be using to negotiate the culture!

Tomorrow I’ll try my run again, this time armed with satellite imagery that should help me find the elusive loop!

A New Generation – Urbana 2009

I just finished attending the huge Urbana 2009 student missions conference. Over 15,000 young people gathered to learn about and explore commitment to God’s mission in the world. It has been an amazing time.

As I have listened to the sessions and had well over 100 individual conversations with students, I began to see an exciting pattern develop. It is clear that God is calling a new generation to His mission. No surprise there – every generation is called by God to His mission. Yet each calling has its unique characteristics – each generation has aspects of God’s mission that is revealed with more clarity than other generations may have had. They come with new passions and new ideas. The same Mission of God, but new facets and approaches.

There is an exciting passion among students to confront issues of injustice and poverty with the power of the Gospel. This isn’t a fuzzy “do-gooder” type of approach, trying to come up with human solutions – the approach that has characterized various “social gospel” attempts of the past. This generation seems to be gifted with a radical abandon to Jesus Christ and a willingness to confront systems of poverty and injustice with the light of the Gospel. They seem to experience the deep offense that such systems are to the Creator and feel compelled to challenge and change.

As I listened to them and felt this passion, I realized that it is not a negation of what has gone before, but it really is that God is stirring something new. Those of us who are a bit further along in years – parents, church leaders, mission leaders – need to recognize what God is doing and do all we can to encourage, to advise, and to release this incredible energy and passion.

Can Missionaries Have Fun?

One evening in Kazakhstan after a great team meeting, our kids were playing together with the usual banter. My friend and colleague, the late Joel Duggins, turned to me and said, “I think we’re having way too much fun.” Our years serving in Kazakhstan were full of experiences and times that were really fun – with our family, with our national friends, in our church cell group, with our mission team. We spent a lot of time laughing, enjoying life and enjoying one another. When asked what the most important characteristics are for a missionary, I include sense of humor along with dependency upon God and flexibility as the top three. I sometimes think that people were attracted to the Gospel as much by the enjoyment of life they saw within us as they did by the words we spoke.

I think it is better than it used to be, but somehow there still is that impression that Christian work – especially mission work – consists mainly of “suffering for Jesus.” It comes across as a heavy burden. And one gets the impression that the more miserable the person is, the higher up they are on the spiritual food chain. While Joel’s question was asked in jest, it can make those involved in missions be a bit nervous if they’re having fun! Somehow, I can’t really be doing God’s work if I’m having fun.

This past Sunday, our worship leader Aaron Keyes preached about joy. He did a great job of demonstrating the Biblical mandate for the Christian to have a deep, abiding joy. It’s not option – it’s a command! In fact, Christians should really be known as some of the most joyous, most fun people to be around. It doesn’t just mean that we are party animals. Nor does it belittle the reality of the challenges we may be called to face. But it does reflect a joy that enabled Paul to command us to “rejoice” even when he was in chains (Phil 4:4). “The joy of the Lord is our strength,” Aaron reminded us from Scripture, suggesting that the lack of joy makes us weak.

My experience has been that the phrase “you can’t out give God” is true in all aspects, not just financial. When I give myself fully into His service, He gives me an enjoyment of life that provides a different perspective on circumstances. The love and community He enables us to experience with our brothers and sisters reflect His joy – the result is that we really can expect to have fun together.

Certainly I don’t recommend a person become a missionary simply because it sounds like fun. But rest assured, if God does lead you into full-time, cross cultural ministry, while there will be hardships and challenges, you can also anticipate “having way too much fun” in the midst of it all.

A Day in the City of God

The City of God is a large, infamous favela (slum) in Brazil. As part of the training for our new missionaries, we break them up into small groups and spend a day in various favelas around the city. I was in the group that visited the City of God.

It was an experience that drew out a range of emotions. Our guide used to be a weapons dealer in the City of God, but became a Christian several years ago and had his life transformed. He is a successful account manager for a large firm – but he still spends much of his free time in the City of God, ministering to people, praying with people, and working to improve the situation there.

We walked past the tiny shacks – many no bigger than a college dorm room, built out of various scraps of wood and cardboard, with an asbestos slab laid across for a roof. Drainage water ran down the middle of the dirt path. As we walked, people saw our guide and came asking for prayer. When a woman came to me, I asked how I could pray with her. She said she has AIDS. I and others prayed with her, then encouraged her to seek help from people in the church who could walk alongside her.

We had many other precious and heart-wrenching times of prayer with people. Shawn prayed with a woman who had lost a child at 10 months old. Her 2-year old boy has stomach cancer and leprosy. She said she had been beaten a couple days ago because other moms didn’t want her boy playing with theirs. She said she was ready to take her and her son’s lives.

I could go on – it was one thing to pray with people, but the emotions were so mixed since I knew that in 2 hours we’d be back at our training camp and in 2 weeks we’d be back in Georgia. It was a powerful reminder that real transformation takes place when someone is willing to stay and be a part of people’s lives for the long haul. Drive-by missions feels great and I believe our prayers made a difference, but lasting, full transformation requires so much more. I got just a taste of the burden Christ must have felt when he looked at Jerusalem and spoke of the harvest being plentiful, but the workers few. I pray that He will call many people to the harvest in general, and that He will call some to the City of God – that it can be transformed and live up to its name.

Lurking Evil

When I was a kid, I remember my dad used to quote a line from a radio show that he listened to as a kid – “Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?” With no offense intended to The Shadow (the name of that radio show), I think our Lord is the only one who truly knows that. Even though I know mentally and from the Bible that all humans are way short of the glory of God and even though I am aware of horrors that have occurred at the hands of humans historically, I still find myself astonished and horrified.

Most recently, I have been grieving for the people of Iran. In the past two days, the protests were given a face in the person of young Neda Soltan. Neda had just gotten out of her car during a traffic jam caused by a protest rally. In the next moment she was shot through the heart and died in the arms of her friend and piano teacher. She wasn’t throwing rocks; she wasn’t shouting. But someone put her in the sights of his scope and pulled the trigger. What evil inside a heart allows that?

I know such evil exists, but somehow when it occurs in a specific instance and I am confronted with that specific consequence, I find myself sickened. This particular instance has gained worldwide attention, but there are tens of thousands of equally horrible things being done constantly. Sometimes in the name of religion, sometimes in the name of “national security,” sometimes simply because the perpetrator has the power.

Only God knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men, and only God is able to do anything about it. This event is just a stark reminder to me of the need of the world for God and for His ultimate sacrifice in Jesus, who took the consequences of evil onto Himself in order to allow our hearts to overcome it. It takes that level of cosmic power to deal with the depth of evil that could train its sights on a young woman for no cause but to take her life and instill fear and hatred. May God somehow use the tragedy taking place now in Iran to enable His message of love to reach the people. I pray for workers willing to go take that message.

Valuing Uniqueness

This entry formulated in my head as I attended my daughter’s high school graduation. In the speeches by the principal, students, and others, several times they alluded to this high school being “the best high school in the nation.” In addition, there was high emphasis on individual success, on this class being the best yet,” “making their mark,” being leaders, etc. In talking about their children, parents usually focus on their achievements (grades, club leadership, athletic achievements). Children are steeped in this sort of emphasis from the day they are born.

As I reflected on this, it hit me how much uniqueness is a high value in our culture. Uniqueness is a prerequisite for meaning – and not just uniqueness, but uniqueness in comparison with anyone else. This brand of uniqueness is expressed in the language of superlatives. I have to be that leader, my organization or group is the best, I have to make the most impact. The unstated corollary is that my uniqueness is defined with respect to how I measure up to other people. One who cannot lay claim to this understanding of uniqueness is considered a loser. Perhaps having lived in another culture has made me more acutely aware of this trait in my own culture. I’m not ready to judge this as a fully evil trait - it could well be that it is the driver of some of our culture's economic and political strength. But how does it impact our understanding of the basis of our value as humans?

I often hear the same type of talk in the churches and in missions. I can’t help but wonder how it might blind us to the real implications of servanthood and of dying to self that are the Kingdom values Jesus hammers on in the Scriptures. Our value comes in our relationship to God; our meaning is found in Him – not in attending the greatest school in the country, or living in the strongest nation in the world, attending the church with the best worship anywhere, or sending the most missionaries. It’s hard to hear the Biblical command to “die to self” when self is constantly being propped up with the myth of uniqueness.

So I am very proud of my daughter in her graduation, but I’m thinking perhaps my focus should be more on the character that she has developed than on grades and achievements or on whether or not her school was indeed, the best high school in the nation.

Schedule Disruptions – God’s Planning

I am on the plane, returning from a packed trip that included a visit with my daughter Rebekah in Scotland, then a field visit to our team in Kazakhstan, where my family had served from 1996-2006. When scheduling this trip, I found the best fare I could get was by buying separate round trip tickets – Atlanta-Istanbul, Istanbul-Astana (Kaz). So to see Rebekah, I delayed the departure to Kazakhstan and bought yet a third round trip fare Istanbul to Edinburgh. I saved money, but my trip to Edinburgh ended up being a 31-hour trip, complete with four plane changes! I don’t recommend you hire me to do your travel planning.

After buying the tickets so they all lined up, Turkish Air changed the schedule which resulted in us having to spend an unplanned full day in Istanbul. I was frustrated as that shortened our trip to Kazakhstan and it meant the expense of an overnight. As I was planning, I remembered that one of the young women from the student ministry in Kazakhstan was now in Istanbul for Hodgkins Lymphoma treatment. Lyuba is a sweet, bubbly young woman who I had gotten to know the 2-3 years prior to our leaving Kazakhstan in 2006. So I wrote her to see if she’d like to get together.

I ended up being able to see her mother in Kazakhstan so she could give me some stuff to bring. She is understandably concerned about her daughter and it was good to be able to console her and to be her courier. It was fun to see what a Russian in Istanbul misses – the care package included pickled fish, a packet of Russian mayonnaise, dark bread, porridge mix, and some of that fake crab meat. Lyuba was very excited to get it!

Yesterday I spent nearly 3 hours with Lyuba. She was glad to have a chance to speak Russian, as she has been living with an American missionary family in Turkey for 5 months. We had a delightful visit which I think was a blessing and encouragement to her. And she was ecstatic about the care package from her mother!

As we went our separate ways, I thought about how if Turkish Air had not changed the schedule, it would not have been possible to have this time together. Did God orchestrate this? I don’t know. But I do know that He wants us keep our eyes open for ministry opportunities, especially in the midst of interruptions, and that He will use us even when things happen that we really had not intended or even wanted.