I lay awake at about 3:00AM this morning thinking about dear brothers and sisters in far away places. In an age of instant communications some communications are dreadfully slow or nonexistent. There are many, many places in the world where people have no access to e-mail or Facebook. You try to send messages back and forth to them but communication is not always successful.
I thought of Vlad and Oksana, Nadia and her children, all from Ukraine. I thought about the members of two small congregations there that God granted me the opportunity to work with. I thought about Francisco and Jessie, the congregations in the Yucatan area of Mexico where Ava and I have been blessed to work in days past.
I read Paul’s words in 1 Thess 2:17-20 and on into chapter three. They become more than just words spoken by a long-ago apostle. They become my words as I long to see once again all those mentioned and hundreds more. To shake their hands and hug their necks. To sit with a translator and them and catch up on all the news. The news would be some good and some bad. Some will have left this life to be with God. Some will have fallen away. Some will have been added. I long to return to those mission points.
I guess some can walk away from mission work; I cannot. I’ve tried. God has put into my heart to go again and go I must.
