The Weight

Wow. It’s never easy to go back and fill in the gaps. Our silence on the blog has been full of our life, ours meshing with others.

We are in Addis as Jon has a week-long conference.

Three brothers eating lunch.

Time in the US and away from our station is so near. We are so ready for it at the same time, we feel a real sadness at losing swing in our rural life. Our last month has brought a smattering of new-to-us issues to which we are exposed. I’m grappling for answers and we pray for Biblical responses. 

Recently, there has been much conversation (in my own head at least) about privilege, justice and what it all means. I feel back to square one in many of my ideas of what makes a “good” overseas worker and how it looks to live like Jesus. When something happens to someone in our community, I realize, “That could have been us”. When friends can’t get the chance or help they need, I hold my US passport, so thankful for the many privileges it brings but also grieving what I see as the unfairness of it all. Some situations make me mad but my main emotion for this is sadness and I feel a weight, not a joy-stealer, but one which causes me to wrestle through my worldview, God’s Word and yearn for His Kingdom to come, on earth as it is in heaven.