After a quick 48 hours at home, I’m back on the road. This time to the exotic far-off land of Pigeon Forge, Tennessee where the staff of several radio stations are gathering to hear new music and take classes in how to do radio even better.
I’ll be speaking about Compassion International. My hope is that more radio stations will partner with Compassion, talk about their ministry on the air, and see thousands more kids sponsored.
But I never speak this soon after an overseas trip. For good reason.
When bloggers come back home they almost always deal with the strangest concoction of powerful emotions. Anger, guilt, depression, insignificance, loneliness, confusion, sadness…and lots of joy and gratitude thrown in to keep them guessing.
They snap at their kids for whining about what’s for dinner. They feel uncomfortable in their home packed with amenities. They ponder their purpose in life and sometimes get annoyed that those around them don’t seem to be.
This is normal.
And most intense when returning home from a first exposure to overseas living.
But it still happens to a much much smaller degree to me still. Even now. After making twelve return-home trips.
So I’m scared. What will happen when I’m telling a child’s poverty-to-enough story and someone pulls out their iPhone to text? What will happen if no children are sponsored, no stations sign up to support Compassion? What will happen? In me?
I want to represent Compassion well, of course. But more than that I want to represent Christ well. Who had compassion on the rich and powerful as much as he did the poor and vulnerable.
Compassion is a compound word rich with meaning. “Com” means “together” or “with.” “Passion” means “to suffer.”
The compassionate suffer with those who are suffering. We may suffer by sacrificing to give children daily bread. We may suffer when we come home and work out with friends and family and God what our new normal is supposed to be. We may suffer to hold back what we feel at times, so that we can live what we know: For so loved the world…wealthy and impoverished, influential and voiceless, third world and first world.
Will you pray for me? I’m walking out the door now and I need more power, more patience, more compassion than my jet-lagged self has right now. Apart from Christ I can’t do this. Will you pray that He does this through me?
And will you pray for the bloggers that just returned from Tanzania with me? There are no words to describe what they may be going through. You can see their faces and names here.
Thanks, friends.
Zoë says:
I am praying for you, all of you. I often feel like that. Today my husband’s throwaway comment (a perfectly innocent remark) sent me reeling. I wanted to smash something 🙁
I didn’t know other people felt this way… Different triggers, yet the same reasons. I am glad at least to know it’s not just me. Thank you for writing this. I know God will use whatever you say.
Tracy Edwards says:
Continuing to pray for you, Shaun!!! No one speaks on behalf of Compassion better than you. This will be no different!
Cathy says:
Praying now!
brad says:
Praying Shaun.
sandi says:
Praying each time you come to my mind. Since I just discovered Third World Symphony and I’ve been wearing it out, that will be often. 🙂
HisFireFly says:
Praying – with personal undersatnding of how you might feel and react after returning home. 3 weeks in Uganda did that to my husband and I. Luckily we wer blessed to have been warned ahead of time… we came home just before Christmas — Christmas in North America contrasted with life in Kampala slums… ouch!
Shall continue to lift you in prayer.
Jason Cormier says:
Praying…
Vicki Small says:
I read this earlier, in e-mail, and knew immediately what you were writing about. After my second sponsor tour to the Dominican Republic, I came home depressed and ashamed by the easy waste of food, money, and things, here.
The last project we had visited in DR had been a batey (ba as in “bath” TAY)–a dirt-poor Haitian settlement. I had seen the bottom of poverty–the absence of hope, of choices, and of spiritual darkness; the sense that “it’ll never be any different, and there’s nothing we can do about it.”
I flew into LAX where my husband picked me up (we live in AZ) and drove immediately to the restaurant where we were to meet my mom, sister and niece for dinner.
Dinner. In an Italian restaurant, where even a “small-sized” meal is twice what I can eat. I couldn’t figure out what to order that wouldn’t result in wasted food. My husband finally explained to our patient server that “my wife just came from visiting children in poverty, in another country.”
It took me a week to work through my reaction. And we’ve sponsored several more children, since then. It’s the least we can do for “the least of these.”
Marla Taviano says:
I get it. Praying.
Kristin says:
I’ve loved reading your first-hand counts of how God works across the globe in families that remind me of my own and yet aren’t like mine. And I still think about the message you shared here in Murray three months ago.
Your post here verbalizes something I have experienced when I am convicted of something that needs to change and I realize what I need to do … and nobody else around me is convicted of the same thing. I’ve never been able to put that experience into words. But you did, even with your jet-lagged brain and heart.
Praying you have the peace that passes all understanding.
Lindsay says:
Yes, I will pray. For all of you.
Michelle ~ Blogging from the Boonies says:
I have been praying as you all go through the “re-entry” process. Praying for you as you head back to advocate for the children. Thank you so much for your work.
Jolanthe says:
Most definitely praying for you…for rest and an overflow of HIS grace and power to work through you.
Teena says:
Sure! Praying for you and all the bloggers. Praying God will give you the strength and peace….
Thanks for all you do…
grace,
Teena
Sarah says:
Wow. I think we could all sometimes use prayer to hold back what we feel so we can live what we know. Yes, I’ll pray that God gives you self-control as you face the group in Tennessee.
Kris says:
Praying for you, Shaun. (And for the rest of the team)
God goes with you.
Sharon @ Hiking Toward Home says:
Having been a missionary in the southern Philippines, I completely ‘get’ what you are going through in your head. Praying for you Shaun that Christ will empower you, give you strength, and speak through you.
Amy from Resourceful Mommy says:
I’ll be praying you through your trip, Shaun!
Yesterday my six year old looked me in the eye and with complete sincerity said the words, “There’s nothing to do.” I glanced into his cavernous bedroom filled with toys and books and knew that just down the stairs were enough electronics to make Toys R Us look empty and I wanted to scream. Instead I calmly asked my husband to assist our son so that I could have a time out. For me. I’m now picturing someone calmly entering the crowd and taking away anyone who texts while you’re speaking. In the event that they don’t provide you with staff for that, I’ll pray that you offer the folks in Pigeon Forge Grace 🙂
Have a wonderful, blessed, and productive trip!
Amy says:
I get it. I still have relapses 3 years later. I can’t imagine how tough it must be over and over.
Jonathan Blundell says:
Saying a prayer…
This idea has continually come to my mind this week…
We GET to share grace – even with the grace killers.
Even when folks don’t share in your passion or enthusiasm for Compassion you GET to show them compassion as well.
Melinda Lancaster says:
On it!
Cooking Up Faith says:
I commit you to God, who is able to make you strong and steady in the Lord…
Romans 16:25
God uses His work through you more than you know.