Sitting Where They Sit

Stooping low we entered the room.  It was dark and smoky.  As our eyes adjusted to the dimness we realized that we had journeyed into three different tribal locations.  Small lights and special effects strategically placed gave the perfect illusion of the real thing.  Our purpose there was to learn language and build relationships.  But, being new and not knowing the language, made it extremely hard to communication.

We couldn’t talk to the Panare man who sat in his hammock patiently waiting for us to say something to him; we couldn’t ask the Yanamamo woman, who continually talked trying to make us understand her words, to slow down or even repeat what she said; and the third person…we had no idea where to begin with him as he quietly sat in the dirt near his fire, peeling his yucca with a machete (long corn knife).  The silence was deafening.  Where do we begin?  We just did not have the words.  The feelings of hopelessness and inadequacy were overwhelming.

This was the scene of our Spring Break in Pennsylvania where we attended a missionary training camp with the seniors from the Bible school.  Jared and I went along as Childcare helpers for those students with children but when we were not needed we were able to sit in on classes.  It was advantageous for us to be exposed to what is being taught in our training centers in these days, and what a blessing to get to know the students better.  The time together was rewarding for all!

As the students talked about this experience, their future, and what the Lord is showing them our hearts are encouraged.  It is overwhelming and humbling at times knowing that the Lord is allowing us to see the “beginnings” of new missionaries.  We are so thankful for the time here and for the relationships and friendships that God is permitting us to have with these students.