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Called to Missions?
The sound of hot coffee trickles in the background, as I get ready to go to my college class. The news blares on the TV, but I am not paying attention. Suddenly, I realize they are talking about Africa and I snap alert.
âThree thousand people a day are dying in Ethiopia,â the anchor explains, as video footage of desolation and despair flashes across the screen.
I am floored. I know that the drought in Ethiopia during the 1980s is bad, but I have no idea the extent of the suffering. Attending Virginia Tech to study Civil Engineering, I quickly calculate that the magnitude of this loss is comparable to the entire population of my large university being wiped out in a week. This sinks into my soul, and it is hard to shake.
Turning to God with a mixture of guilt and bewilderment, I ask, âWhy am I so fortunate to be at a comfortable school learning and growing while others around the world are simply struggling to survive? This does not seem fair, God.â
I talk to my pastor, and we find some guidance from Luke 12:48. âFrom everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked.â
Instead of feeling guilty about the blessings that God has given me (such as an opportunity for education), Jesusâ words remind me that this education is not for me alone. This is entrusted to me to use for Godâs glory.
I didnât always ask questions like this. For my first year of college, I was actually oblivious to the working of God around the world. In my sophomore year, though, I found some Christian groups on campus (or did they find me?), and I would never be the same. It was a breath of fresh air from the other activities I had participated in during my freshman year. Hungry to learn, I eagerly listened as they discussed Godâs heart for the world. For the first time, it seemed, I was hearing Godâs heart for mission from Genesis all the way through Revelation.
Just as important, I began to notice others living this out before me. For example, there was Oscar, a student who set up a hot dog stand in the lobby of the dorm on Sunday and Monday nights. Hordes of addicted football fans would take a break from the TV long enough to devour dozens of hot dogs. Oscar (a nickname given him based on his favorite hot dog brand, Oscar Meyer) had one simple and advertised motive. He was raising money for World Vision to aid in the suffering of those in Ethiopia.
In these Christian groups, they talked about taking summer trips to places like Haiti. Unlike the college students traveling to Daytona Beach, I felt like this trip was purposeful and meaningful. Praying for God to direct me, a Christian friend offered me the opportunity to help with a sanitation system in Haiti. Timâs enthusiasm was so contagious, so compelling, and so life-giving that I found myself unable to resist.
The short trip lasted about a week, but the effects were life changing. Sleeping on the concrete floor at the orphanage, we awoke to the sound of kids running around us, curious to know us. Daily we surveyed the grounds, gathering data that would be used for a desperately needed design for a sanitary system. On a couple occasions, I met with missionaries that had dedicated their lives to living in Haiti. I was surprised to find that these people were not like Billy Graham or any other super-spiritual figure. They were like meânormal, ordinary people that had felt, and obeyed Godâs calling on their lives.
I realized for the first time that I didnât have to choose between engineering and spiritual ministry because God could be glorified through both. My body had two hands, why not offer two sides of ministryâspiritual and physical?
During the Haiti trip, I increasingly felt God nudge me to consider further mission service. Sometimes, I felt this nudge during times of prayer. Other times, it came upon me unexpectedly.
On a long bus ride, one of the other guys on the Haiti trip looked straight at me and said, âJay, I can see that this energizes you. You should consider further mission service.â
Back at Virginia Tech, a professor made a comment one day in class, âEighty percent of the diseases of the world are caused by inadequate water and sanitation. If you want to make a difference in the world, sanitary engineering is more crucial than medicine.â Like a heat seeking missile locked in on its target, this hit home.
Taking a step of faith, I shifted my focus at Virginia Tech to sanitary engineering, which focuses on water and sanitation. Engineers do not normally take classes in topics like World Hunger, New Testament, Gods and Rituals, and the Economics of Sharing, but I filled all of my electives with the classes that I hoped will prepare me.
But I needed to know if this was just a phase that I was going through or if this was a legitimate call of God. I started to fast and pray once a week. Instead of eating lunch, I spent that time to pray and asked God to either further increase or decrease my desire for mission. Instead of looking at fasting as gaining favor in Godâs eyes, I realized that fasting with prayer was really a way to tune out the daily chatter and allow time for God to speak to my heart.
The problem was, some days I was very excited for missions. When I read magazines from mission agencies, talked with missionaries, and prayed, I felt encouraged to take further steps. Some days, though, I had nagging fears about my own inadequacy.
âAm I able to handle this for a long period of time? What about health issues? What about finding a wife (gulp) who is willing to be a part of this crazy idea?â I pondered.
Psalms 37:4 arrived like a package sent from heaven, âDelight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart.â If I put Godâs desire first, then God promised to gradually change the desires of my heart to conform with Godâs desires. In the end, I can trust the heart desires that God places there and follow those. Through the months, I recognized that God was growing the desires in my heart for missions. Sure, there were days of doubt, but these were more erratic due to my immediate circumstances. The long-term trend was a nagging, nudging conviction that Godâs intent for me is to be engaged in mission service. If plotted on a chart (something engineers like to do), it would look like the figure below.
Figure 1: Discerning a Call: Mission Desire vs. Time
Notice the bottom line jumps up and down, indicating these are desires of the flesh. Since they are more volatile, they can deceive and should not be trusted. On the other hand, the upper line has a long-term trend upwards. While there are some dips and spikes, they are not nearly as wide as the desires of the flesh. This long-term trend is trustworthy. It indicates the way God changes a heartâs desire to conform to Godâs own desire.
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These heart desires give me direction for the next step to take. Moreau notes, âFor most of us, God does not lay out the entire life plan in a single call. Rather, he leads step-by-step along the way.â While there are more preparations to come, at least I can see the headlights lighting the road ahead. That is enough to take one more step.
What about the drought in Ethiopia? About six years later, we are actually appointed to Ethiopia as full-time missionaries to help with water development and church planting. Preparing, packing, and planning for Ethiopia, Godâs call takes another surprising turn, but that is getting ahead of the story.
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Do Not Doubt in the Dark What You Know to be True in the Light
As soon as the words are out of my mouth that I am considering mission service in a foreign land, well-intended family and friends are eager to talk about snakes, bugs, sickness, political instability, and âwhat about all of the things that the children will miss?â Tellin...