Come and See

A good friend left a great question with this post.

"I'm feeling really frustrated from all of this. I haven't been and seen and experienced. I'm sure you've already planned posts about this, but what should I do? I don't know. I want a simple answer, which I know doesn't exist, but I feel an overwhelming guilt about it all - that I don't know what you know, but somehow should and I should do something, but what?"

Well, I don't know.

Or, how about this- our monthly mortgage/escrow payment alone is equal to three year's total income for the average Zambian.

What do I do with that?

I don't know.

Honestly, I was tempted to ask Micah to do a guest post to answer that question.  I'd like to pass it off on him.  But I won't.  That would be awfully lame of me.

I did not spend 2 weeks in Africa and suddenly become an authority on missions, and all I can do is write long blog posts where I work out my own experience so I can process it the best way I know how.  I don't know what the future holds, but I can form my heart into words here, and in the weird complexity of technology, you get to watch if you want. 

I don't know how to answer that, or what anyone should do next. 

And I don't want to send someone on an "eat pray love" journey across the world to get their questions answered- because that probably won't work either.  No, I'm sure it won't work.

But I know about someone who gave her life to the poor and the dying, and left an indelible mark on eternity for it.  So, let's consider Momma T.

Whenever someone asked Mother Teresa what they could do to help her mission in Calcutta, she simply said, "Come and see."

That means something different for every uniquely called person.  But if all I can tell you about is my own experience, then I can tell you it's true.

After all that unrest, I went and I saw and I am not the same.