It is difficult for me to see change happen long term. And when I say long term, I mean six months or a year. One thing is for certain: I have changed since moving to England.
I will be heading home next week and it almost seems surreal. This was not planned. How can you plan around the loss of a loved one? Although this is no solution to the circumstances, I believe it is God’s will. For those of you who do not know, my grandmother passed away this week. It has been very difficult on my family and me, and because of this I will be returning to America earlier than planned.
I would like to use this time to reflect on the 18 months I have lived in this beautiful country.
The people of Northeast England are very much reversely gilded. On the outside you have hard stone that can weather wars, famine, and crisis. As you begin to dig however, you come upon an interior of fine gold. Sometimes this stony surface can be mistaken as worthless, and will have heaps of garbage or mud piled on top of it. Sometimes it is battered and worn from disaster and storm. But the golden heart remains hidden safe inside for those who will work to find it.
The church of the Northeast is a dormant volcano. It has enormous potential, but this is being stopped up by fear, pride, and control. We are, however beginning to see cracks form in this rock, with steam and power escaping rapidly, especially in the immigrant communities coming from Iran and the Middle East. It is very exciting!
I have changed in my time here. I have preached, done construction, wiring, and gas work, taught at a school, have been abused by youth, climbed mountains, made friends, lost friends, managed volunteers, directed community projects, played sports, and traveled. I have laughed, wept, worked, relaxed, loved, and let go. It has been a joyful, painful, and beautiful adventure. My favorite poem sums it up pretty well.
The Road Not Taken – Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 20
Not many people would choose to come to the Northeast of England. I felt the call from God to leave and live and love and learn. I have taken the road less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.