Mr. Toad, you've got nothing on me. My friends and family are living 7 - 9 hours behind me; as I am currently in Pretoria, South Africa. Living and serving at the Lutheran Theological Seminary in Tshwane. You may ask how in the world did I ended up here. Good question. It has been a wild ride - sorry Mr Toad, I've got you beat on this one.
August 2010 it suddenly occurred to me that I was getting old, albeit healthy & hyper. That my 26 year old daughter would be working on her doctorate in psychology for the next 2 years, that my 24 year old son would be at Virginia Tech working on his Master's degree in Dendrochronology (tree rings - think forestry). With neither engaged, expecting, no grandchildren it just seemed like it was now-or-never to cross off the bucket list my lifelong desire to serve the Lord as a missionary.
That objective explanation sounds so cold and unlike me. The subjective explanation is that like a song that gets stuck in your head, for as long as I can remember I've wanted to serve the Lord overseas as a missionary. Although I loved my life as a Director of Christian Education in Pensacola, Florida, serving at Grace Lutheran Church - the song had grown so loud that its all I could hear.
Philippians 2: 9-11 was the song stuck in my head.
"Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue acknowledge that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father."
Every tribe, every tongue, every nation. So I applied to the Lutheran Church-Missouri Synod World Missions, was accepted and on my way to my assigned destination of Kampala, Uganda to teach the Holy Scripture to woman.
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