Our Mission to the Himalayas and Beyond


October 2015

The Cost

mom dad and boysThis morning as I watched my dad sit on the couch with Andrew and Landon, with his arms around them both, I was reminded of the cost.

When I watched Lauren come down the stairs, crying as she said goodbye. I was reminded of the cost.

As Eric prayed before driving my parents to the airport, while all over the room, everyone silently cried. I was reminded of the cost.

There is indeed a cost involved with following Jesus. The cost is not the same for everyone. yet, it will cost everyone something!

We have enjoyed the past two weeks time spent with my parents. The kids have enjoyed having their grandparents nearby. But, we knew as the days crept forward, that the day would come when we would once again have to say goodbye and part ways.

For the Lord has called our family to serve Him in Central Asia, while our loved ones are back home in the USA.

Jesus said, “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me. (Luke 9:23).”

Following Christ, cost us each day. For each day we are called to deny ourselves and carry our cross.

Jesus also said,Anyone who loves their father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; anyone who loves their son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. Whoever does not take up their cross and follow me is not worthy of me. Whoever finds their life will lose it, and whoever loses their life for my sake will find it. (Mathew 10:37-39)

The cost is real, the cost is painful at times. Yet, it abounds with blessings.

Where we live, the cost can be intense. The cost involves being separated from loved ones, who will no longer have anything to do with you, because you have become a Christian.

One lady in our Bible study who recently became a believer has been persecuted for her faith. She owns a little store, and when others found out that she had become a follower of Christ, they ostracized her, telling everyone to no longer buy anything from her. Her daughters mother-in-law, refuses to let the daughter have anything to do with her mom.

The cost is real.

In other countries, the cost could mean imprisonment, torture or death.

Jesus said, “If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you. (John 15:18-19).”

The cost for us is actually small in comparison to others, yet it is real and it is painful.

Yet, we count it all joy. For we know that in following Christ, even to the ends of the earth. Even to a place where there are earthquakes, fuel shortages, and strikes. That we have been obedient to the Lord.

Some days, it would be nice to fly away. Some days, we’d love to pack our bags and head for the hills.

Yet, we know that to leave would be disobedience.

So we stay. We serve, and we count the cost.

Knowing that it will all be worth it all.

Knowing that in comparison with the price Jesus paid, so that we can be forgiven.

No cost is too high.

And at the end of the day all we can say is, “We are unworthy servants; we have only done our duty.(Luke 17:10).”


A Most Inconvient Time

nepalchildren-709159It was the day before the mission team was to arrive. I of course wanted everything to be perfect. Yet, nothing was going my way.

Instead, it seemed everything was going wrong.

For a week prior, rumors had spread of a possible fuel shortage, leaving long lines visible all over the city, as everyone tried to fill up on petro.

Now, a week later, all the fuel stations were closed, and news of a blockade between the southern border of Nepal and Northern India was all anyone could talk of.

It was early morning, as I sat down with my coffee, Bible and journal. My heart it seemed was racing, as I felt panic swell within me. I still had so much to do to prepare for their arrival. And, all I could think of was the petro shortage, wondering how this would affect our plans for the team.

Then I began to read God’s Word, and as always, the Lord was faithful to speak to my worn heart.

I had just begun the Gospel of Luke, and as I read the familiar text of Luke 2, and our Savior’s birth. I couldn’t get passed the part where it said….”While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born.”

See, they were far from home, trying to do the right thing, by going to register for the census, when at the most inconvenient time, the time came for the Baby to be born.

I’m confident that this is not how Mary had planned it. I’m sure, she wished she were at home, anywhere but in a stable for the birth of her first child. Yet, this was God’s plan, bringing Him the most glory.

As I read this, a calm that comes only from the Lord, settled over my heart. As the Lord reminded me that though this was probably the worst time for the mission team to arrive, due to the unrest and lack of fuel. That this didn’t take Him by surprise. For He knew long before they would come, that this would be the scenario that they would arrive to. He knew that there would be a fuel crisis, but He wanted them here for such a time as this.

The Lord spoke to my heart and said, “it is okay, I have them coming now at a difficult time, so that I will indeed receive the most glory.”

And He did. For now as I write this a week and a half later… I stand amazed. For though nothing is certain in Nepal. Though life is difficult even on the best of days. The Father showed out for His glory during the time the team was here.

For though there was a fuel crisis, and I feared our plans would have to change. Nothing changed, everything went as planned. Lives were changed,hearts were transformed, and the Lord showed out. All for His name sake, and for His glory.

How great a Savior and Lord we serve. Though His ways don’t always make sense. Though we often question His ways. His ways are perfect. And I give Him all of the praise, honor and glory, for the great things He has done!

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