Wednesday night my brother spoke on the story of Jonah, using his modern day story telling techniques. Last night, I was talking to a friend about traveling overseas for an extended period of time. Both of these things took me back in time 8 years ago when I made a very difficult decision to participate in Youth in Mission (YIM). Not only was it the most difficult thing, it was also the best thing I ever did!! Even though my trip was a long time ago, bare with me as a reminisce!
You see...I'm a tad bit of a homebody and someone who doesn't really like change, (probably the reason why I still live with my mom and dad!) but I really felt a calling to go on a mission trip. It was October and I was sitting in chapel at SNU. People were sharing stories about their YIM experiences when the stirring began and quickly grew. I tried extremely hard to push it aside and ignore it. Me? Never! I can't be away from home that long!!
Over the next several months, I spent many hours contemplating going, opening up the application, convincing myself it wasn't what God wanted, looking for signs, ignoring blatant signs I requested, talking myself into going, and finally letting the deadline pass! You read correctly, I ignored God's calling and desire to go because I couldn't stand the thought of being away from my family, or missing a dear friend's wedding!
After missing the deadline and feeling sick about it, I happened to read the story of Jonah.
Jonah is called to go to Nineveh but instead goes the other direction. When he's on the boat, a storm comes along and the people on the boat end up throwing him overboard. He is swallowed by a whale and after being spit on the beach, goes to Nineveh. He's given a second chance to do what he was called to do originally.
It was at that moment I knew I had to sign up. God gave Jonah a second chance, maybe He would give me one. I emailed YIM and told them the long drawn out version of being called but ignoring until I no longer could. Quickly they responded and told me to fill out the application. The application was submitted and a placement letter was received in return. Scotland here I come. (Really...there I went)
Although the journey leading me to sign up is a good majority of the story, it is by no means the end! One small part of our trip was to plan and carry out a Vacation Bible School at the local church. How exciting is that? I wanted to be a teacher and loved organizing events. It was going to be perfect! To prepare for the Bible School, we canvased the Town Square and passed out flyers. Talking to strangers is my mom's strength, not mine! I definitely was out of my comfort zone as we unsuccessfully tried to convince people to come to VBS. Crazy Americans with balloons and flyers do not attract masses of Scots! Who knew we were planning an entire event for less than 15 kids. Not my idea of a successful VBS. After the first night, I wanted to be done. It was rather disheartening to do all that work and have such a small turnout.
As I spent tonight thinking about my trip to Scotland and my teaching today, I realized that much of my teaching is like this VBS experience. I pour my heart and soul into what I'm doing only to be let down because only a few students respond, or the scores on the test still suck! Failure begins to creep in and haunt me (other teachers too.) In fact, I believe the feeling of failure in teachers is one of the biggest problems education faces. The let down and lack of payoff quickly cause teachers to lose enthusiasm and spunk.
We could just stop there...VBS only had a few kids, we were disappointed, so quit! We tried something new in our class and the scores don't look much better, so we stop trying new things!
BUT - if we gave up there, we would have missed out on ministering to 10 kids. If we continue to dwell in the lack of improvement, we miss out on celebrating the small successes and joys a few students may see. Christ sees us everyday, and everyday he is let down by the traps of sin we fall prey to. The
people who miss out on opportunities to reach a lost soul disappoint him. Talk about feeling defeat and failure...I know I alone fail him daily. Each day, He gives us another chance, He tries a new approach. He died for us even if just one accepts. If He stopped there, we would have no eternal hope! The wonderful thing is, He doesn't! No matter how small the turnout is or how many times He teaches us the same thing only to have us fail again, He never becomes too disheartened. He continues just as much as always! We are called to be Christ-like, which means, we are called to persevere even when only one child responds to the lesson or the class still isn't getting it! We are called to come to school and begin a new day with a smile even when yesterday was awful!
It wasn't about having the biggest and best VBS. It isn't about seeing growth and change right now all the time with all the students...it's about being Christ-like and continuing the fight even without results! Sometimes, we don't get the results we want or get to see the results.
We finished the VBS strong with no more than 15 kids each night! Throughout the week we connected with a family and ignited an interest in church. We had success and made a difference!
YOU CAN DO IT TOO!!! - Don't be defeated - just keep fighting! You ARE making a difference! You ARE saving lives! Keep fighting for your students.