(A fictitious post from ten years ago.)
March 13, 1997
Ten Years From Now
We are in our cars driving from Sedona up to the Grand Canyon. Several of my college friends and I have decided to spend spring break together traveling out west. So far it's been a great trip, even if some (read: one) of my companions have been getting on my last nerve.
But that's neither here nor there, as I'm in the back seat admiring the wilderness of a part of the country I've only seen in movies. It's good to have these quiet moments to think and take stock.
Being one of the many who messed around at the beginning, I still have a year left before I graduate. Most of my friends will be done at the end of this semester. But I'm actually ok with this. It'll give me more time to figure out what I want to do.
I mean, I already have a good idea, I just really don't know what it looks like. My experience as a summer missionary in Estonia is still jarring the tectonic plates underneath my soul. I love that place and the people, and am thankful to God for my time there. I'm starting to see what I've heard preachers talk about, that He really does have a heart for all the nations to come to a saving knowledge of Him. And as much as I loved Estonia, their people are living in so much darkness. You know, because of all the alcohol they drink. I just want them to know that there is so much more to life than beer. I can see myself going back there to live, but I'm not sure I want to do it in a traditional missionary position.*
Like I said, I'm not sure what all that looks like, but perhaps this next summer will help clarify. Because of connections I made in Estonia, I've been selected to intern on Capitol Hill for Senator Hutchison. I feel it's the duty of a Christian to live out their faith in the public square, so I'm hoping to find out how to do that while I'm in D.C. Perhaps my time there will open up doors to serve overseas with the state department. That's a good thought, I'll work for the state department overseas while I minister to those who are hurting on the side. This will help fulfill my passion for the nations, while also using my interest in political action for the good. I'll be a Roaring Lamb!
So, that's it. Ten years from now, in March of '07. I will probably be living in another country, ministering to those living in darkness, and working for the United States government.
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*Note on "missionary position."-- Ten years ago this gaffe would have passed me by, so I chose not to address it here, just to let it be.
3 comments:
It's not too late, man. All of that can still be yours.
I suppose it could still be mine. The only thing is that I've lost my "heart for the nations," as our friends would say. Many days I can barely muster up a heart for Sanger Avenue.
Most missionary agencies require some seminary and at least a third place finish in a soap box derby.
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