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Everyone’s question when you come back from a missions trip is,

So? How was it?

And every time I get asked that question (every year), I never know quite what to say. Of course its ‘amazing’ and ‘incredible’ and ‘memorable’…but those are the expected responses, and I somehow feel disappointed when the words that come out of my mouth don’t come close to measuring up to the experience. I’ve learned that it’s more about ‘how you say it’ than ‘what you say’ that tells the story of the truly exceptional nature of the missions trip. And to me, the ‘how’ should be more than just an intonation and enthusiasm in one’s voice. The ‘how’ should be evident in the fruit of that person’s life from that point forward. The question “how was it?” should be answered by the evidence of my life after coming back from a missions trip. And the question I have to ask myself is: Am I changed?

Peru Elevar 2010 (this year’s missions trip name) was another unique experience for me, and was an appropriate theme for me as well. I was hoping to be elevated to a new level in my walk and I went in with a high sense of expectancy that God was going to do something great there – I just didn’t know what it would look like.

You see, this was the 3rd year that I’ve gone; so the charm, excitement, newness, and shock factor weren’t a part of my experience this year. Did we do different things? Yes. Did we visit different places? Yes. Did we go with different people. Yes. But the experience was totally different. In fact, it was more challenging than I ever expected. Let me explain.

Kids gathered as we unloaded the bus to go build an addition to a local home.

After a long day of painting, praying, cleaning, building, playing with children, cooking, or fixing leaky roofs or broken beds, we met as a group to debrief and share the ‘moments’ of our day. And every night, I stared at the carpet in front of me as, one by one, our team members shared with reckless abandon the impact that day’s events had on them.

One night, as I listened to the stories, I kept hearing voices in my head saying, “what’s wrong with you? Why are you so unaffected by what you see?” “Your heart is calloused” “You should have never come” “God isn’t speaking to you” “You’re being ineffective here”. And the more I heard those voices, the more I began to believe it. Ironically, although I was thousands of miles from home to serve God, I felt thousands of miles away from Him as well. Me being there did nothing to close the gap. In fact, it felt like He was even further away. I just wanted to be with Him. I wanted to hear His voice.

So after the meeting, I quietly went to my room without telling anyone, and I locked the door behind me. I opened my bible to read one of the theme verses for the week:

A wasteland, parched with thirst (Huaycan - Lima, Peru)

17 “The poor and needy search for water, but there is none; their tongues are parched with thirst. But I the LORD will answer them; I, the God of Israel, will not forsake them.

18 I will make rivers flow on barren heights, and springs within the valleys. I will turn the desert into pools of water, and the parched ground into springs.

19 I will put in the desert the cedar and the acacia, the myrtle and the olive. I will set pines in the wasteland, the fir and the cypress together,

20 so that people may see and know, may consider and understand, that the hand of the LORD has done this, that the Holy One of Israel has created it.

-Isaiah 41:17-20

And as I read it, I began crying as I called out to God in prayer for the next three hours. I felt just as barren and thirsty as the people of Peru that we were reaching. I wanted that promise to be true for me too. At one point, I went over to the desk in the room and began writing out my prayer in my journal.

I sat in the room during our debriefing feeling empty and sad. I had nothing to say. I had nothing to offer. I had no stories. I had nothing to share. I feel as though my heart has been hardened. Why doesn’t it break my heart to see these women and what they have gone through? What is wrong with me? What has happened to me?

God I haven’t heard your voice lately, and it saddens me not to hear from you. God, I know You are watching over my shoulders right now, reading these words, so please, dry these tears and hear my cry for You. I want to hear Your voice Lord. I miss You.

Lord, I want You to delight in me. I want to make You proud, Father. Padre, I’m here with my family of fellow believers, and I see their joy in serving You, and I know You are delighting in them, but I feel like an orphan child who’s not quite part of the family. Why? Why do I feel this way? God, is it something I’ve done? Is it something I haven’t done? What is keeping me from experiencing You the way that others are experiencing You?

Journal entry – Day 4 – July 12, 2010 – Monday night

By midnight, I felt much better. But the true refreshment came the next morning when I received an email from the Benz. There was no message. Just a verse. It read:

spreading my wings to soar like an eagle

27-31Why would you ever complain, O Jacob, or, whine, Israel, saying,
“God has lost track of me. He doesn’t care what happens to me”?

Don’t you know anything? Haven’t you been listening? God doesn’t come and go. God lasts. He’s Creator of all you can see or imagine. He doesn’t get tired out, doesn’t pause to catch his breath. And he knows everything, inside and out.

He energizes those who get tired, gives fresh strength to dropouts. For even young people tire and drop out, young folk in their prime stumble and fall.

But those who wait upon God get fresh strength. They spread their wings and soar like eagles, they run and don’t get tired, they walk and don’t lag behind.

-Isaiah 40:27-31 (The Message)

It was as if God was responding directly to my letter! It overwhelmed me with joy and refreshment, and became a turning point for me in the trip.

I didn’t need to go to Peru to learn that lesson. It wasn’t something that could only happen in Peru. But I believe that God brought me all that way in order to teach me the value of pressing into Him when I’m feeling thirsty. We get caught up ‘doing’ things for Him, but we often forget that God wants, more than anything else, to spend quality time with us. When you are doing all the right things, making all the right decisions…praying, fasting, and serving Him…what do you do when you don’t hear from God?

Press in further. Call out louder. Then wait and listen.

He’ll respond and refresh you.

Take a journey with me through this photo album in Lima, Peru (Click here for photo slideshow)

-Nathan Fitzgerald

Just like most guys, I have a weakness for really beautiful, curvaceous, sexy… cars. What? Did you think I was going to say something else?

For most guys, a beautiful girl will turn their heads…and while they may catch my eye, what will literally turn my head is a shiny, newly polished car that clearly has some power under the hood. And despite all the hot rides that are coming off the line these days, I think my dream car is actually the 1967 Shelby GT 500 that was featured in Gone in 60 Seconds.

That car was hot when it came out in 1967, and it’s even hotter now. But 40 years can do a lot to a car. Next time you’re driving around, just look around at take notice of cars that are about 10 years old. The paint fades, rust creeps in, and dents and scratches appear out of nowhere. Who turns their head for an average 1999 Ford Mustang? So what’s the difference? What makes a 40 yr old car HOT, and a 10 yr old car a piece of junk?

What this car looked like brand new

Something that was said today at one of Church of the Redeemer’s services answered that question for me. We’ve all heard the expression “The grass is greener in other pastures”, but most of us already know through experience that it’s just an illusion. We have a tendency to glamorize what we don’t have. But circumstances are rarely much better on the other side of the fence. Perhaps a better, more constructive quote is something that Pastor Dale has been quoted as saying, “The grass is greener where you water it”.

In a day and age where we are constantly being bombarded with messages from the media that ‘newer is better’, we are constantly seeking gratification by trading in for a newer model. For some of us, it’s a new car. For others, it’s a new wife. The basic idea here is that if it isn’t working, or if it’s causing some problems, just move on and get a newer one. This way of thinking pervades our society. Just look at how many new homes are being built, or how we try and buy our way into happiness. What is wrong with old? What is wrong with aging? Why are people so quick to quit what they have?

But if we just water the areas that we have, we will have green pastures.

A beautiful classic turned to junk if left to the elements without repair and care

A beautiful classic turned to junk if left to the elements without repair and care

It takes a lot of resources and passion to put into an old car, and restoring an old vehicle doesn’t happen overnight. And in a lot of respects, after a classic car has been overhauled, it’s not even the same car. In fact, in my opinion, it’s even better than before because new technologies and styles can be incorporated into the older model. It’s practically a new car. And because of all the sweat and tears that went into rebuilding that car, and the fact that it’s a one of a kind unique beauty, it makes that the most desirable car in the world for me.

Rather than complaining about where you are in life, or what your circumstances are, or what you do or don’t have, what kind of effort are you doing to “water your own pasture”? Imagine if God treated us the way we treat others. What if we were simply traded in for someone newer…someone undamaged. This world would look a lot different without those of us who have been redeemed.

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!”

2 Corinthians 5:17 (NIV)

Fully restored and overhauled 1967 Mustang Shelby GT 500

Fully restored and overhauled 1967 Mustang Shelby GT 500. My idea of a watered pasture.