I have decided that the only living thing that I ever want to be responsible for is a cactus. I hear they’re pretty hard to kill. I’m not good with other plants. I gave up on goldfish after my third, and I don’t really want to be tied down by a cat or a dog. Besides, I’m not fit to train them. I’d end up with fat, lazy pets from bribery.
One thing I think I’m glad I’ve not borne is the responsibility for so far is teaching.
Bennie was over for dinner last night. Dinner was delicious (as always), and we had had dessert. Right before I went to get the coffee, Bennie spotted the books that Gina had given me loaned me.
“Are these the books that you were telling me about?”
“Yeah. There’s some great stuff in there. I’m working through it as fast as I can so its all ready to go back as soon as she wants it again,” I say. I’m having a confident day for Gina. “Take a look. I’ll be back in a minute with some coffee and then we can go do some decorating…”
I came back a couple of minutes later and found Bennie with a book open to the front page where only Gina’s name was written in her lap, in tears. I put the coffee down.
“My Genie …” She was sobbing now.
“Gina is Genie?” I ask, horrified.
Genie was a uni student that Bennie poured a lot of time and love and prayer into discipling when she was working in a part time ministry position on a university campus nearby. Genie was a keen Christian, eager for mission, hungry to grow; she soaked up training in evangelism and how to teach and by the end of uni she was teaching and training others herself and contributing a lot to the running of the ministry.
Gina’s story. It fit.
Bennie’s heart was breaking.
All I could do was hold her and pray. Ready to pray with Bennie when she was ready too.
I thought again of Gina and the words I had been reading just before Bennie had come. How James warned that those who teach would be judged more strictly and I wonder what lay in wait for her should she ignore the need to repent.
No – not many should presume to be teachers.
I looked at Bennie and thought of the other costs. The joys and the depths of the heartaches. It is a gift and a burden that God has only assigned to some. Lord, may it be that this is Gina stumbling – that she will be righted once more to serve you.
Today I had the privilege of meeting a different kind of teacher. I think Emily was even more excited that I. We had visiting missionaries on home assignment at Church come to share their future plans with us.
It was the family of Hamish’s friend, Jonah. It was so exciting to meet and thank Jonah for sharing the gospel with Hamish. Jonah and his parents and Emily and I were very excited to meet each other. I believe Emily was invited to play on Tuesday. She and Jonah disappeared off to one side with much whispering and chattering – and I shall pretend that I don’t want to know what is going on so that I can tell the truth when Joel asks me if I know anything if anything is anything along the lines of my suspicions.
In the end, Paul and Jasmine and I are all invited to come Tuesday for dinner as Paul and Jonah’s father really hit it off, and his mother and I were not done talking about their work overseas when everybody needed to leave.
What a commitment to take on being teachers of the gospel overseas in places where it is barely known. Where you have to learn a whole new language and culture to communicate with the people. That has got to be a pretty frightening responsibility to look in the face at times – even if it is a joy. I know that Kylie used to freak out about going to Scotland … let alone a place closed to the gospel (where people don’t speak English!).
Lord, thanks for the chance to meet these people who were behind getting the message of salvation to my nephew; for Jonah, who chose to speak as your servant and his parents who taught him to do this. Please support him as he keeps supporting Hamish.
Help me to remember to pray for Kylie, for Jonah’s family and for other missionaries – that they may live blamelessly among the people they serve and honour you in all that they do.
Please help me to live blamelessly here amidst my world as I witness here also Lord.
See today Hamish Johns’ Secret Diary for an update on his journey.