One of the big questions I’ve been wrestling with while I’m here in Bratislava is why am I here? What am I doing? Will this work that I’m doing matter after I’m gone?
All of these questions have led me to see how results-oriented I am. Maybe that’s just the way I am or maybe it’s the product of two years of preparing for accreditation reviews at work and asking myself if the mission is being accomplished. Goals, outcomes, strategy, plans. What are we doing? How do we get there? How do we know when we’ve gotten to that mysterious place of “there” once we’re there?
My questions, I think, point to the question we all ask and what we all wish for ourselves: significance. We want to know that our work has purpose and that we’re not working in vain. We want to know that what we do matters to someone. Even more than that, we want to know that who we are matters to someone.
Part of the confusion of my questions is that I think I expected to be doing something different than what I do everyday or expected life here to feel different than it does at home. Perhaps if I was in the deep dark jungles of Africa or in a culture vastly different from my own, things would feel different. The big surprise has been that things are surprisingly the same. Even the landscape looks alot like Tennessee (and there’s a bluegrass festival this weekend? What?!).
Once again, I think I’ve been approaching my questions from the wrong angle or asking the wrong questions to begin with. I think came expecting to “minister” to people here, whatever that means. Perhaps that has happened. However, I know (warning: here’s another missions cliche coming up) that probably more is going on in me as I’m learning to trust that God has a purpose in my being here, whether I understand it or not. I’m learning more about what it means to offer my work and daily tasks to Him as worship and praise because this is the work He has placed in front of me to do for this time and place. Maybe it’s not what I was expecting, bit it’s the place where God has put me for right now.
I’ve been listening to my church’s sermon series on Acts while I’m working. This past week, the sermon was about how we’re all on mission all the time. I’m learning that is true. Whether I’m living in Europe or Bristol or where ever, I’m on mission to know Christ and to make him known. How I go about doing things that maybe are not my favorite things to do (i.e. cataloging books or taking out the trash) speaks to my faith in God. As God works in me to increase my faith in Him, hopefully that will leak out from me onto someone else. Occasionally, I might get to pour out myself in a way that looks like what we think ministry looks like. More often it seems like my faith is coming out in trickles and leaks of the seemingly mundaneness of everyday life.