Christians are supposed to love each other. The Bible says a lot about that and Jesus Himself not only commanded us to but also set an incredible example. The well-known verse about knowing we are Christians by our love is actually referring to the love between Christian brothers and sisters. When we look at the reality of pettiness and bickering within the church body, it’s easy to get discouraged. I’m also keenly aware of how this particular hypocrisy has discouraged nonbelievers from exploring Christianity , and for that my heart is deeply grieved.
Because of who we are and what we do, we regularly interact with Christians of differing backgrounds, cultures, denominations and perspectives. And whereas we’ve encountered some cringeworthy and even downright mean folks who identify as Christians (just trying to be real), we’ve also overwhelmingly interacted with Christians who have been kind, generous and hospitable. I sometimes feel that, in the Western world of affluence, many Christians desire to show generosity and brotherly love, but just don’t know how. Like all missionaries, we could always use some phileo love. I’m
happy to say that during our trip from Michigan to North Carolina we were continually reminded and encouraged that the brethren is still out there with a desire to love one another and stand united in heart.
Prior to leaving in Michigan, our home church generously offered to let us park our camper and even live out of it behind their building. They said we could use their electric and water and asked for absolutely nothing in return. We hadn’t asked for it, they proactively offered.
With three kids and three dogs we try to stop and play/hike regularly to avoid too much pent up energy while traveling. On this trip, however, we faced the challenge of what to do with our camper when we wanted to stop. Churches helped us to solve this predicament. We looked one up on Google and they let us park our camper in their parking lot over the weekend while we visited my sister in Lansing. After that we decided to stop outside of Columbus, Ohio to do some hiking. We called a local church and explained who we were and what we were doing. Without hesitation the gal at the front desk said, “Sure! Just drop your camper in our parking lot. We’d love to do anything we can for you so let us know if there’s anything else you need.” As soon as we pulled in she came over to meet us and chat for a while. She told us that we could stay as long as we needed and invited us to a church gathering the following day if we were still around.
After we dropped the camper in the church parking lot, we set off to find a waterfall. Unfortunately I misread the map and, after getting on the trail, we realized that the waterfall was only .15 of a mile from the trailhead. It took us less than five minutes to get to it. The funny thing was that the waterfall itself was beautiful, but it was somehow less rewarding and gratifying because we didn’t have to work for it. What do you suppose that reveals about human nature? Anyway, since we unexpectedly had the rest of our evening free, we returned to the Expedition, kicked back the seats, covered the windows and had a family movie night. We watched The Aeronauts and even though it was so loosely based on historical events that it bordered historical fiction, we loved it.
While I’m off-topic and bird-walking about our trip, allow me to share another event. Somewhere in the Appalachians while looking for a good hike, I navigated us down a pretty rugged backroad. The turns were so sharp that I believe one side of our camper tires came off the ground and the hills were so steep that our brakes froze up as the weight of the camper pushed us the rest of the way to the bottom. Luckily there was a driveway at the bottom of the hill where we pulled in and Sal fixed the brakes and then masterfully drove us back to the highway. When he started giving me a hard time about almost tipping all of our worldly possessions over a cliff, I reminded him of the numerous times he has made decisions that have taken us within inches of our lives. We agreed that I was occasionally entitled to make a lack-of-judgment call and since it lead to an unexpected adventure we’d probably be laughing about it soon. After all, what is the worth of an adventure if it doesn’t test your courage and demand that you rise to the occasion?
Now, leaving you with that thought, I return to the main theme of this post…
The following morning we checked the weather channel as we headed out and discovered that the south was expecting heavy rains and flooding. We decided that our original plan to spend the night in the Jefferson National Forest was probably not a good idea. However, we didn’t want to end our trip just yet so we headed over to Asheville, North Carolina.
Having gone several days without showering we decided to spring for a hotel. No sooner had we pulled in in front of our room when a young man who was quite obviously drugged up met us at our truck door with a big old smile. He wanted to chat my husband’s ear off and play with our dogs, both of which he did while I unpacked for the night and got our room set up. I’m not sure why, but everywhere we go Sal attracts drug addicts. Seriously, they flock to him. At a rally in Uganda led by a good South Sudanese friend of ours, Anthony, one man
in particular decided to give his life to Jesus. Of all the folks he could have approached, he ran over to Sal and poured out his life story of how drugs had made a mess of everything. He then proceeded to empty his pockets into my husband’s cupped hands, overflowing them with all sorts of contraband. Sal prayed for and celebrated with him and then he ran off leaving my husband with two hands filled with drugs at a large and heavily policed rally. Luckily Sal found an appropriate way to dispose of them before he bumped into a Ugandan police officer.
My husband is a good man and treats everyone with dignity and respect regardless of what state they are currently in. He’s also a tireless evangelist and won’t leave a situation like that until he’s let them know that, no matter what they are facing, Jesus loves them still. And even on nights when I am tired and just want my husband to send them away and come snuggle up with me on the couch, I am still so deeply proud of him for it.
Anyway, we did settle in for the night and slept blissfully on our queen size beds. In the morning we were just on our way out when Sal started up a conversation with a fellow random guest at the hotel. The man turned out to be a pastor and invited us to stay on his property with our camper if we ever swing through Tennessee. After that we visited the YWAM (Youth With a Mission) base in downtown Asheville. Even though they weren’t expecting us and were in the middle of several things, they welcomed us in and we had great conversation together. All in all we had a delightful visit. We ended our time in Asheville with a muddy but enjoyable hike where the girls caught a salamander and a crayfish.
We finally pulled into our new home just south of Charlotte after dark. Both our dear friend (who we met through our work in evangelism) and the son of the owner of the farm we are staying on came out to help us get the camper hooked up and situated. Our friends had a warm dinner waiting which we thoroughly enjoyed before returning to the camper and sleeping like the dead.
From start to finish, point A to point B, we were welcomed and aided by fellow Christians. Some were from our home church, some were fellow YWAMers, some were friends, but others were complete strangers. Only our dedication to Christ united us, but that was enough, as it should be. Anyone involved in church leadership or who has had to deal with church/organization politics will tell you that, sadly, petty arguments are causing far too much havoc on the church body of believers. However, this trip has again reminded us that there are plenty of Christians out there who are still following Jesus’ example and mandate to love our brothers and sisters in the faith and take care of one another.
And so, we have arrived; a little tired but excited and filled with hope and anticipation for the future.
As always, thank you for reading my blog and tracking with us in this journey, and may God bless you and yours.