“A lot of adults have upside-down thinking,” said the tall pastor to the small children in the first pew of the church. “They don’t know they need help. They don’t even ask for it!”
The children giggled and some protested that adults did not have upside-down thinking.
But the pastor insisted.
When it came time to take communion, I felt the Lord asking me, “Have you forgiven me?”
All of what had happened to me since my missionary calling rolled through my mind.
“Didn’t I promise that you would suffer?” He continued.
I started to cry.
You will be hated by everyone because of me, but the one who stands firm to the end will be saved… Yes, and all who desire to live godly in Christ Jesus will suffer persecution.
It was true; He had made good on his promises. I had counted the cost before going, but it still didn’t prepare me for the hurt and the loss.
And when I looked at the case studies of other missionaries, my situation looked like a picnic.
Upside-down thinking. You think you will be a missionary and not need help?
Forget it, my friend.
The following day during Lectio Divina He reminded me of His other promises in Isaiah 42-43.
My chosen one, in whom I delight… A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. In faithfulness he will bring forth justice… Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass though the rivers, they will not sweep over you.
He reminded me that the rivers had not swept over me, even when I lollygagged.
Even when I longed to drown.
His word is good and true.
All you weary, come and claim him. He has called us by His name.
We are witnesses to what we have believed.
We are precious in His sight.
Come and praise Him, all you nations!
– Sister Still