There are
days that I fall under the misguided impression that what I do is normal; an
impression that I hold dear to my heart no matter how much they try to convince
me that it´s horrible.
So, what´s it like to be a
missionary? It´s deciding to just stop caring what everybody thinks. It´s
suddenly realizing how much your own sin stinks. It´s almost like taking on the
weight of the world because you can´t stand to watch the way they all sink.
Like a sailor who answers sea´s
calling we live life in joyous mourning that is confusing to the masses.
We don´t seem to fit anywhere, neither in land nor in air, and only water will take us. The rain no longer bothers us because we love the water that made her, but boy are there rainy days.
We trust in our anchor that we call “hope” as waves toss us to and fro and the whole world tells us that it´s time to abandon our old beat up boat. Even so, we always go and will not stop if she still floats. No one understands our commitment to our oath.
Not only you, but sirens too with their song so dark and long draw our souls to all that´s wrong wanting us to abandon ship – not to mention that she won´t stop until she finally sinks it.
And that´s when we realize that we were made for this – while all the rest lunge overboard our ears don´t even itch. All we do is look at the stars and wonder why they take us so far with nothing visible in sight. All we see is the Milky Way making path in darkest night.
So, will we die at monstrous sea? Is it even land we seek? We don´t exactly blame you for not understanding just how much this journey means. Many find it hard to grasp that treasure is not what we are after when we have the only existing key.
Only a sailor would understand why we love this watery beast. Just like old Tom´s unbelief you would have to touch our peace in order to really see.
We don´t seem to fit anywhere, neither in land nor in air, and only water will take us. The rain no longer bothers us because we love the water that made her, but boy are there rainy days.
We trust in our anchor that we call “hope” as waves toss us to and fro and the whole world tells us that it´s time to abandon our old beat up boat. Even so, we always go and will not stop if she still floats. No one understands our commitment to our oath.
Not only you, but sirens too with their song so dark and long draw our souls to all that´s wrong wanting us to abandon ship – not to mention that she won´t stop until she finally sinks it.
And that´s when we realize that we were made for this – while all the rest lunge overboard our ears don´t even itch. All we do is look at the stars and wonder why they take us so far with nothing visible in sight. All we see is the Milky Way making path in darkest night.
So, will we die at monstrous sea? Is it even land we seek? We don´t exactly blame you for not understanding just how much this journey means. Many find it hard to grasp that treasure is not what we are after when we have the only existing key.
Only a sailor would understand why we love this watery beast. Just like old Tom´s unbelief you would have to touch our peace in order to really see.
So I guess what I want to describe to you is a little about what we see and a lot about what we feel – “woe is me if I do not preach” the good news to all of thee.
This is not about adventure or what may feel exciting. This is my own mundane way that I discovered I was free – a discovery I got when I finally realized that my freedom had very little to do with me.
No comments:
Post a Comment