As I am sitting in this airport, there is an overwhelming sense of peace over me. Which is funny, because we just got through U.S Border Protection, which was pretty nerve wrecking, and walking through the Miami Airport is always difficult, thanks to the genius architect behind the floor plan. Yet, sitting here, waiting to board our plane, I can’t help but thank the Lord for all that he has done this week.
The most noticeable thing I am observing is the change in expression of the faces of my fellow missionaries. Right before our departure, there were expressions of eagerness, excitement, uncertainty, and now, they are replaced with expressions of contentment and peace. God has given us a taste of the Living Water.
What a week it has been. We saw people work joyfully at a work site which will be the first official pastor training facility. We saw the joyful smiles of children singing hastily translated Father Abraham, and we saw abandoned physically disabled children teach us about love. We saw an hour-long worship and prayer where people were truly just abandoning their hearts at the altar. We saw 13 people who barely knew each other become the best of friends. We saw one of our members profess Christ as Lord for the first time in his life, and we saw friends confess suffocating sins that have chained them for years. God humbled, God broke, God did miracles, God answered, and God glorified himself.
This was my sixth mission trip, and fourth one out of the country. Yet it was without a doubt a completely different experience from any trip I have been part of. To be completely honest, I am still trying to figure out why it was so different. I mean I have seen people come to Christ before and am pretty used to seeing people completely open up their hearts. I have even seen a miraculous healing take place before. And yet, this trip, even though had many occurrences which could have made it very special for others, was nothing new in the sense of God showing up.
Thinking about it now, this trip was special because of the intimacy with which every member of this team pursued the Lord. I woke up relatively early to see half the team already awake spending time in word and prayer. One night, we worshiped straight for an hour and nobody wanted it to stop. Our plans were constantly changed and everyone was constantly challenged and stretched. Yet, even within that situation, the members of the team stayed joyful and even better edified and supported each other. Whether it was cracking silly jokes, poking fun at each other, or spontaneously bursting into song, we carried each other’s burdens and became the joy of Christ to each other. This trip was special because God showed us that we do not need air conditioning, comfortable transportation, nice beds, and toilets that accept toilet paper to know that God is good.
We left Santiago, reminding one another to stay fervent in our fight and to not lose the fire that the Holy Spirit has started in our hearts. I’ve been in many trips before where these words were repeated, and yet I’ve come back to see most of the members grow indifferent and apathetic once again. Yet, that fear and doubt is not in my heart. You do not walk away the same from an experience like that.