The Glamor and Glory of Missionary Life

     Over the course of the last few weeks it has become apparent why God sent me here. I think he made it perfectly clear that here and now – or here and just over a year ago, Jinotega, Nicaragua was part of His plan for Sheila and me. The life of an American missionary in Nicaragua is one of glamour and glory. We get to visit new and exciting places, experience the reality of a vastly different culture, and feel the respect of strangers who know that you, as an American, have all the money to fix all of their problems.

     Oh, if only that was true, or even if it was possible! The fact of the matter is that here at Misión Para Cristo, every step we take to serve God, through every project we attack, is resource driven. The glamorous life comes in the form of deep, solemn eyes of children in poverty who look to you with hope and for help. 

The glamorous life...

...of a missionary...

...can often only be found in the hopeful eyes of a person in need.

     It comes in mammoth requests. And when resources arrive to provide food, or shelter, or medicine, or education it indicates that God is in control.. With undeniable, frequently surprising God-acts, He keeps us humble. In the surroundings of small-yet-inner-city filth, nestled in the heart of what very well may be His most beautiful natural creation: rain-forest jungles and the smiles of the very poor – people. These are people who want more than anything else, the attention of someone, anyone – even by glamorizing a Gringo who is powerless by himself to provide much more than the smile I return. So, it is against this back drop that I humbly submit how God proves to us every day that He is a God of action, grace, mercy and intervention:

• In three trips to Nicaragua’s capital city of Managua I have been stopped by the Policia Nacional. The first two times it was for driving in the wrong lane. “You can’t drive that van in the inside lane.” I was told by the officer. After being advised by my Nicaraguan passenger that if I offered to pay the fine on the spot with an American $10 bill the officer would probably be forgiving. I did so, and we went on our way.  The second time I was stopped in Managua was for driving in the outside lane. You can’t drive that van in the outside lane,” advised the officer. (Editorial aside: Our transportation director says when an officer sees a gringo with out of state plates they think we are an easy ten bucks. Seems he is right.) The third instance – and by this time anytime I see a cop I pray, “Dear God, please let me go by without being waived to the side of the road,” carefully maintaining the proper speed in the center lane. Nope: He waives me over to the side. Grrrrr! Can’t catch a traffic cop break! The following conversation ensues as I hand over my identification and vehicle documents:

          -Cop: Are you a missionary?
                      -Me: Yes.

          -Cop: Are you a pastor?

          -Me: Well, yes.

          -Cop: For three years my back has hurt and I take medicine but it doesn't help. Can you pray for me?

          -Me: ‘Scuse me? (I really only thought that. I actually said, “Absolutely!)

          -Cop: Do you want to pray now or wait until you get to the church?

                    -Me: We can pray now if you’d like.

          So with that I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder and prayed for him to be relieved of his pain. By the way, I also thanked God for those who serve their country as police officer – and I wasn't even being sarcastic.

• Just before Christmas a family, made up of both parents and a little girl, came to the mission asking for help getting to Managua so the four-year-old could have eye surgery. Seems she was going blind in both eyes and needed to have cataract and glaucoma surgery – at FOUR YEARS OLD! I explained the procedure for getting medical assistance: Provide a letter with a formal request, present medical documents verifying the need, and wait for our medical staff to make a recommendation to Benny, our executive director, who will see if funds are available. I also noted that the decision makers were all on vacation and that they would have to wait until they returned at the first of the year for answers to their needs. I didn’t see the family again. Fast forward to late last week: I was at one of our country school buildings seeing if it was ready for students to return form the vacation break. A man approached the truck as we were preparing to leave the site. Often those who live out in the countryside and mountains around Jinotega ask for rides into town – a practice forbidden by the mission. As he approached I assumed he needed a ride. He looked familiar but I had no reason to believe I knew him. “I just wanted to say ‘Thank you.’ My daughter was almost blind but you helped us get her to the doctor for surgery and now she sees better.” “When you have time, please stop by the mission so I can see her again,” I asked. As promised, two of the biggest, most beautiful eyes visited my office, Doning sunglasses and a hat, mom, who is now seeking assistance for the next operation, was a gracious and grateful as her father had been.

Four-years-old, one eye surgery down, one to go 

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• The final instance (for this report – so many others come to mind as I write) has to do with a young couple who were struggling spiritually. [Let me preface this by saying that my Spanish speaking abilities have improved by leaps and bounds, but remain between the ‘horrible’ and ‘not-quite-good-enough-to-be-marginal’ on the Conversational Spanish Scale, which is a ranking system I just now made up.] They stopped me after our Thursday night prayer time at the church building with some questions. I told them I would be happy to visit with them but would need a translator since my Spanish was not good. They said they would rather just try it without outside assistance. This is a particularly frightening situation for me to be in, especially in matters of the soul. We sat down and visited for about 30 minutes. With relatively few word struggles, we had a very nice, effective, understood conversation. As I returned to the mission for the evening and told Sheila of how surprised I was that the conversation went so well she reminded me that God puts us where He wants us and uses us how He sees fit, providing us with the skills needed, when they are needed.

     Compared to our nice home in Central Texas, with space, a yard, our friends, family and dogs, we are in a challenging place. But God shows us His glory, possibly in ways that we would not see if we were surrounded by all of our creature comforts and familiar surroundings. This missionary life is glorious. And the glory all goes to God. Everyday, beginning to end we are afforded the opportunity to catch a glimpse of His glory in the most unexpected ways.

Life is glorious!

    The words of the song, “Show Me Your Glory” have always sung specifically to me. It was popularized by contemporary Christian group Third Day:

I caught a glimpse of Your splendor

In the corner of my eye

The most beautiful thing I've ever seen

And it was like a flash of lightning

Reflected off the sky

And I know I'll never be the same

Show me Your glory

Send down Your presence

I want to see Your face

Show me Your glory

Majesty shines about You

I can't go on without You, Lord

When I climb down the mountain

And get back to my life

I won't settle for ordinary things

I'm gonna follow You forever

And for all of my days

I won't rest 'til I see You again

Show me Your glory

Show me Your glory

I can't live without You

You can watch the concert version of the song here.