Anytime someone returns from a trip they are quickly asked the inevitable question…
“How was your trip?”
The standard American response usually follows…
“It was great.”
“We had a lot of fun.”
“God did some wonderful things.”
The inquiring party then states…
and goes on their way.
Now there are those who truly want to know how the trip went and will prod for more details and information. However, our American society fosters an atmosphere of cordial, surface level relationships that do not go deep. Therefore, the simple “It was great” response is received and yet neither side of the relationship is deeply impacted or life changing.
Last Thursday night during dinner in Uganda, we had missionaries John and Bobbie, their two children, and Natalie as our guests. It was a time of Q&A to allow our team the opportunity to ask questions about life as a missionary in Uganda. It was a blessed and enlightening time. As our time came to a close, Natalie challenged us when we returned to the states to consider how we would answer the inevitable question, “How was your trip to Uganda?” She encouraged us to think about how we would respond and to do it in two sentences. Natalie stated that by answering the question in two sentences, some people would respond with the usual, “That’s great” and go on, but there would be others that would honestly want to know more based on our initial two-sentence response.
This was a tremendous challenge for all of us. For how do you put a two-week trip to a foreign country into two sentences? Yet, Natalie did have a point. How many times would we be asked that question and how many of us would have the time to answer it in more than two sentences? So for the last week, I have been pondering this challenge. While I look forward to sharing with you in the next couple of weeks the details about the trip, here is my feeble attempt to put two weeks into two sentences…
How was your trip to Uganda?
While we did the same things as we have in the past trips (hut to hut evangelism, visit schools and prisons, and played with the children at the orphanage), God moved on me in a way that He has never done before.
Because God had already broken me before I left this year instead of while I was in Uganda, I was able to see more clearly the work God was doing around me instead of just inside of me, allowing me to actually see the Holy Spirit move on the team members as well as the people of Uganda.