Sunday, July 02, 2006

A Reminder

We have been in Mozambique for almost 6 months now! I can't believe it - it has gone by really fast. This week one of my dearest friends from South Africa, Heidi, has been visiting us with her children, Keiron and Cathlin. We are so glad they came for a visit. And it has been really interesting for me to see Mozambique anew, through her eyes.

This was Heidi's first visit to Mozambique. Her Geography Teacher heart and mind have caused her to see so many things about Mozambique that we hadn't thought of.....things about the terrain, the climate. She has asked questions about the economy, the infrastructure, the churches, the culutre. Her observations and questions have caused me to think about things I haven't thought of in a while or never thought of at all. But most importantly it has made me ask myself again why am I here? Mozambique has it's own beauty and charm (I think) and a lot to offer a tourist. But why are the Lechners here??? Why are we learning Portuguese?

We aren't here as tourists. I'm not learning Portuguese so I can barter better with people at the craft market or ask directions from someone better when I get lost. We are here because God called us here. And we are here to share the Good News of Jesus with people that we come into contact with.

Last night I realized that for a while I have lost sight of that. Since we have been here our lives have been consumed with learning Portuguese, learning our way around a new city, learning Portuguese, adjusting to driving in crazy traffic, learning Portuguese, discovering where to shop, finding out where to get a haircut, meeting new people, visiting new churches, exploring our new country and learning Portuguese. It's easy to become consumed with just "living" somewhere.

I don't want to be consumed with just living. I want to be consumed with Jesus and my walk/relationship with Him. Because out of that relationship comes the sense of urgency to share the gospel.....the compassion I need to talk to yet another beggar on the street or at my gate......the ability to remember what I have studied in Portuguese, the ability to step out of my comfort zone and enter a world so totally different from what I am accustomed to. From God I received a call to live and serve Him in Mozambique. Jesus is my lifeline.....He is the one who gives me a love for a country full of potholes and buildings in need of a coat of paint. He is the one to enable me to see behind someone's eyes and see their hurt. I can't manufacture any of that from my cold, selfish heart. I need Him to daily refill me and give me the strength I need.

So Heids, thanks for coming. I love you. I have enjoyed so much the many cups of tea and the wonderful conversations. But your visit has been important, too, because it has been a much needed reminder from the Lord. Thank you.


Bonnie B. said...

Wow, Ang. Thanks for the reminder for me too. Buying this fixer-upper house has consumed my time and money quite a lot lately. You are right, it IS easy to become so busy living and doing, that you forget the whole reason God put you there in the first place. Thanks for the much needed testimony and encouragment!

whoami123 said...


We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Whoami

P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

Lori Vernon said...

I'm a missionary in Thailand and saw your comment on Cam Dunson's blog. It's so comforting to read blogs like yours and to know we have common struggles. You're right, just living in another country can feel so "all consuming" sometimes and it takes constant effort to keep focused on why we're here. Thanks for sharing!