Bird's Eye View

For the past 2 weeks, I’ve been doing a very important job; a job that every branch around the world needs more people doing; a job that many a missionary has to abandon their assignment to fill in for. And this job is the least glamorous of all. This job has very few photo ops. This is the job that the missionaries that choose to remain at home do, and that people do not regard as missionary work. (And so, they get very little support in this very important role). For the past 2 weeks, I’ve been working in administration. It’s the driving force behind everything else. It’s pretty much like any other 9-5, except, at the end of the month, you don’t get a salary. You get a great reward in heaven. It is not my job to convince anyone of how important this role is. But I sure am convinced! There’s the guy here that’s my age, and he’s in accounting. He sits at a desk around the computer and does the books and manages our accounts and also functions as cashier. He’s doing it alone, and

Last week was Spiritual Retreat. For missionaries working in remote areas, it may be the only time for the year that they get to gather together with other believers and get solid teaching from God’s Word. We had an excellent speaker from Germany for the week. She caused me to do a lot of soul searching. It’s easy to stop there...to just think about it and say it was good. But it hurt deeply to have to actually do something about it; to really pour out my heart before God and dig up wounds so that they can now be healed. It’s almost like camp where U get that Spiritual renewal, but this was on another level because of 3 minute sharing. 3 min sharing is where each missionary has to go up and share anything they want to about their work, or challenges from the year before, or challenges to come. We then gather around the individual and pray for them. I think if you really want to know the life and breath of Missions, go to 3min sharing. There were stories of people wanting to hear abou

Conference is over. Praise God! In some ways, we did a lot this week. In others, we just did the same thing every day. Like worship in the mornings...I had to ‘mature’ into singing songs JUST for the lyrics. All the songs were slow, European sounding things. Like from the 70s and 80s. Imagine mixing worship music and hymns. No likkle clappin, no rocking. Nuttin. I really did miss Jamaica in those times. But by the end of the week, I was singing with gusto (and like an opera singer too), because I was forced to concentrate on those words, and words about Jesus never grow stale! But, this should also be encouragement for more young people to come on the Missions field man. I need you and Jesus too! And it would also be nice to not be one of the two black non-African people here. I say that because the first missionary to Africa was a black Jamaican. He ‘returned’ to his roots to bring to them what he had received. Jamaica is all over in so many other things...bad and great. But why is