What do you miss?

When people ask me about South Africa, they occasionally ask something like, “What do you miss about South Africa?”

Here’s my partial list:

  • the people, obviously
  • in South Africa, I felt like I was closer to the centre of things, not in the sense that I was the centre of the attention (though my skin colour assured me of that) but in a broader sense that it was in places like Itipini that the truly important questions of faith, mission, and reconciliation are most profound.
  • I realize this now only in retrospect but I probably felt closer to Christ than at any other time in the past. If Jesus was alive today, I have a feeling he wouldn’t be spending his time at Yale Divinity School.
  • Despite all the many obstacles and frustrations, when everything “worked” in just the right way and something happened at least sort of as I wanted it to, the transcendent feeling of satisfaction I had was and is like nothing else I’ve ever experienced.
  • This last one was added yesterday morning when I went to a church in New Haven known for its high liturgy. It reminded me so much of the congregation I was a part of in South Africa that I felt a sort of “liturgical homesickness.” But I also like being able to understand the sermon.

There’s also a list of things I don’t miss – driving everywhere is one of them – but I’ll save that for another time.

One thought on “What do you miss?

  1. What about Jesus as a boy at the temple (Luke ch. 2)? He delighted in studying and preparing for ministry. I don’t think there is a “one size fits all” option for missionary education, other than reading the Word. That is, I don’t think Jesus would condemn intellectual pursuits; neither would he dictate that everyone complete a certain academic program before going out and serving. He is glorified when we are faithful in our commitments, even when we don’t feel we are doing something very spiritual.

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