We’re back home, where everything looks the same as when we left, but where nothing will ever be the same again.  It just can’t be.  Nor do I want it to be.  I don’t want to squander this experience.  I want God to do incredible transformation through it.  I want to be a better husband, father, pastor, and friend because of it.  I want to be a better servant to Jesus.  I want to be a better ambassador in appealing to others on His behalf, “Be reconciled to God.”

Nor do I want to be healed of my broken heart.  There are lingering images in my mind that I will never be able to communicate.  Like a man with a hoe turning over the freshest garbage in a heap that was right next to the road as we walked to the medical mission.  At first I thought he was turning the new trash under, like composting.  As I watched, I realized he was looking for food, or maybe a newer rag to wear.  Or the image of so many children at the mission whose lives were so overwhelmed with sadness that they did not interact or smile, even when I initiated.  Their smiles were long ago lost, perhaps at the bottom of that rubbish pile.  Those images are unpleasant, even haunting, but I refuse to lose them.

Nor do I want the mission trip to end.  Only a few weeks ago, our high school and college seniors graduated.  That event was marked by a “commencement” exercise.  As any Southerner can tell you, to “commence” is to begin.  Graduation is not the end, it’s only the beginning.  My Father, may the celebration of being home be our commencement.

gkr1996 posted at 2009-6-28 Category: Uganda 2009