Rest. Deep, unimaginable, soul-filling, awe-inspiring, recharging of spiritual zeal. Is it valued across world cultures? Is it valued in the remote regions of the world where the hustle and bustle of the American workforce is unheard of?
Today, I found rest. Or should I say, “Rest found me.” If you would have asked me one year ago if I would have been on mission for Christ in the beautiful Dominican Republic, I would have laughed. I would have also laughed at the idea that I would have experienced perhaps some of the most profound rest I have ever received. Rest found me today, and I am exhausted in every good way.
The day started with a devotion on top of a roof with a 360 degree view that the Lord allowed me to take in. Yes it’s true, the Heavens actually do declare the glory of the Lord. Then, I got to listen to the testimony of a fellow believer whom I have barely known for 12 hours. After his testimony, I realized how much we have in common. After all, he andard American workday.
Then it was time for the service, in Spanish. There was an authenticity to the community of people I had the privilege of worshipping with. There was a man of God at the pulpit who hand thought-provoking.
As the day progressed, rest found me in other forms. I experienced a baptism of four people who wanted to declare publicly that they are not ashamed of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I partook of the Lord’s Supper with believers whom I have never met. I witnessed firsthand done, I experienced rest in the Lord in a remote region of the world. I am forever grateful for this day, but I look forward to the mission that is ahead over the next week.
-Captain Andrew M.