On a recent trip to the place where I served my Journeyman term, I went to the movies with a friend from the U.S., a friend from the place I served, and a friend who is a field coworker. All four of us love music and have connected over that. During a particularly poignant song about how the relationships we make change us “for good,” I began to get emotional. My friend who isn’t a believer put her arm around me, and my friend from the States watched in support, which did not help me be any less emotional. I recognized that not only had I been changed by being on the field, but my unbelieving friend had also been changed by my relationship with her. My friend who sent me and supported me wasn’t exempt from these changes either; she had made great sacrifices to support me in God’s call.
When a person or a family is considering missionary service, they’re encouraged to count the cost—a tally of the potential sacrifices—and to make a decision about whether or not it is “worth it.” But what about those not called? What about the friends and family who stay in the places and communities missionaries call “home”? The neighbors, grandparents, coffee-run buddies, gym partners, potential business partners, and other community members will also be honoring God’s call on my life when I leave.
This is a love letter to those counting a cost they didn’t choose to pay.
