After returning from the Dominican Republic this past summer, I was not immediately thinking about going on another mission trip for a while. However, in the next few months I really felt God prompting me to go. I made the decision to go all in where God wanted me, and I left the comfortable place in Omaha I had come to know for the dirty, busy, and sometimes crazy life in Nepal.
My main mission in Nepal was to share the gospel with as many people as I could and to disciple the young men I met so that they could keep the work going after I left. I would almost say I was a little prideful in this area because it was the same mission I had while in the Dominican Republic, and there God had moved a lot so I could see people profess their faith in Jesus. In Nepal, I saw some people become believers, but also saw many people who needed the love of Christ. About 90% of those I talked with had never even heard of their Savior’s name.
Half way through the trip, I was really struggling to find joy. I saw all of those who came to know Christ in the first three days of my trip, and none on the other 15 days. As the days went on, I kept feeling I was doing something wrong, that I was at fault for no-one turning their lives to Christ. One night, I came over this verse from John 4:36:
Even now the one who reaps draws a wage and harvests a crop for eternal life, so that the sower and the reaper may be glad together.”
God gives us different roles in the lives of those we share the gospel with, yet each role is important. Without the sower, there is nothing to reap, and without the reaper there is no reason to sow. God showed me it did not matter that I was not seeing new believers continually; I was playing the role as the sower since I was primarily talking to people about Jesus for the first time. I had to trust God that other men and women would be faithful and come after me to play the role as reaper. Thus, we can both rejoice since someone came to put their trust in Christ.
I have been back in the States for a month now, and I have struggled to find joy in my job again since I am not going about sharing the gospel for six hours a day. I am slowly learning to trust that being gospel-focused in my job gives God just as much pleasure and glory as being a missionary. It is a slow transition, but with the grace of God I will be more gospel focused now in my workplace.
I dearly miss Nepal; I miss the close knit family, and I miss seeing the Spirit genuinely work on people right before my eyes as I shared the good news to them for the first time. One day, hopefully, God will call me again to return. Until then, I will be on fire for the gospel with where I am now, and trust that I can be on mission without having to cross the Earth to do so.