Arriving on the field, I was eager to learn my new local culture. There, morning coffee was made in a contraption called a Moka pot. This stovetop metal device unscrewed and was filled with water before being placed over a gas flame, where it would boil up through the finely ground coffee, collecting in the carafe at the top. The whole house filled with the aroma of strong, smooth espresso—ready to drink and start the day.
By two weeks in, I felt confident in my new morning routine. Or so I thought—until I moved from my temporary housing to a new apartment and suddenly began having trouble sleeping. It took a more seasoned expat to realize and show me that my new Moka pot made 6–8 shots of espresso, compared to the previous two. Mastering even this small custom was more of a learning curve than I could have predicted! Over time, though, I became used to making coffee this way—it became my default. What was once foreign had become familiar.
So when I returned to the US, I was eager to share this morning ritual with my family. My mom asked questions like, “How will that work?” and “Won’t it spew out the top?” Confidently, I assured her that I had become something of a Moka expert and that she had no reason to worry—I’ve got this. Fast forward a few minutes: the coffee was NOT behaving as it had every day for several years and was, in fact, spewing out the top, just as my mom had feared! Apparently, I did not “got this.”
I was suddenly overwhelmed. What had been familiar to me—something I had worked hard to master—was at once foreign again. And worse, I was feeling foreign in my childhood home, a place that had always felt safe. I felt incompetent at being European, and I felt incompetent at being American. It was disorienting, bewildering, overwhelming—and I felt helpless.
“Don’t cry over spilled milk” is an old adage—but what about spilled coffee? Is it okay to cry and grieve over? What is it like for missionaries to return to their home countries—after short-term trips, mid-term living, or decades of life spent making the foreign familiar for the sake of the Gospel? What do the griefs and overwhelm feel like for them? What do they need from their churches? What do they wish their friends, family, and community would do or say?