Well first I want to apologize to everyone for the lack of blogs over the past little while. Sorry. While at the Olympics I did not put the blog in priority because of all the amazing things that were going on inside my own life and the lives of others. As for this week, I was just dumb and tried to do all my other assignments instead of blogging. So now I want to give you a little tour as to my perspective on our mission to the Olympics as well as some thoughts now that this trip is over.
So we arrive in Vancouver and one of our first stops is at the Accreditation Center which was at one of the ice rink venues. So we get in line like everyone else, then get our pictures taken, pick up the newly printed creds, and then finally go to the fitting room to get our uniform. I was the lucky one to start filling out forms first and so ended up in the waiting area first. As I walk in I immediately make eye contact with another guy who was just standing around waiting to be fitted. Thus ensued an internal battle of, 'go say hi' and 'but I'm not on shift yet'. While this battle within was being waged I found myself awkwardly saying hi, not really sure if I wanted to have a conversation, even though that's what I had come to do. After that initial speed bump things were off to the races and I started to learn more about this gentlemen who was a young looking guy in his thirties. We chatted and our conversation landed on me going to Bible School and him saying that he was a Christian too. I was very astonished at how open this man was to speak of the things of God and how joyful he was that he had Jesus in his heart. It gave me a little hope but also made me feel awkward because I really hadn't wanted to have a conversation in the first place. I marveled at the faith that this man had, he didn't say everything right or even with eloquence but at least he said something. I remember thinking, 'I've got to remember this story during this trip'. Unfortunately it wasn't until the trip that I remembered it. Looking back though, this first encounter was both stretching and encouraging for me to begin our mission with.
Now I just want to say that I won't have enough room to put up all the stories, I will probably tell one more and I'll post a link to the main blog at the bottom so you can also check that out. If you want to hear more I'd love to chat with you, I'll put my email at the bottom and we can arrange a phone call. Anyway, this next story is about another conversation that I had. I had relatively few conversations while at the Olympics and I partially believe that God was using the ones I did as a test. God then humored me and let me do more praying than conversing, which I didn't mind as I have seen my own awkwardness in conversation.
So while scanning tickets one afternoon, the crowd thinned out and I got to have a conversation with T. It began very surface level but then when she heard that I was part of 'the Bible School group' (we became known as a group quite quickly) she was intrigued and asked many questions about the program, as most people were. Then T asked me a very different question, "So what are you getting out of the program?" I was taken aback at first, I wasn't quite sure what to say and so said something about a spiritual side to things and then to find my direction in life as well. This then led into another interesting conversation that another girl ended up joining in as I explained a bit about my dream (see the post 'I Have A Dream....'). Then again T began firing questions at me in a very inquisitive manner. To be completely honest, I felt almost interrogated as she asked some very good questions. Some of which I found very difficult to answer, not because I didn't know the answer, but for some reason I just didn't want to mention God or Jesus in the conversation. I found an awkwardness in saying Jesus. I came away that evening very deep in thought on the whole thing, wondering if perhaps I am sugar-coating my conversations and beating around the bush. It also got me thinking about my dream more intensely again as I realize there are many things that I don't know about it yet. (If you're interested in more on that I'd be glad to share but for now I'm going a different route). It was interesting to see that throughout the rest of the trips I didn't have very many more deeper conversations where I was able to share lots of things. I ended up either not having the time or being able to listen to other people's lives. Very rarely after this conversation with T did I share much. It was an interesting way of God showing me where I still can grow and where I am strong. A way that I am glad he used because I thought that my interpersonal skills were better than they are. I am glad that God does not give us more than we can handle and sees where we struggle.
This mission trip was one that I have never experienced. And strangely enough, it doesn't feel over. This mission mainly focused around prayer and conversation and to be honest, I don't feel like I have done enough of either of those. I have also found myself at random points praying when I don't normally pray and trying to force myself to make conversation where I don't normally. This is what I think that I have learned, life is mission. Jesus didn't give us the great commission so that while we went on 'missions trips' we could follow it, Jesus gave us a commission for the way we are to live our lives. So that's what I want to leave you with, How are you living with a mission? Do you take the time outside of your 'prayer time' to pray? Are you attempting, no matter how awkwardly, to incorporate Jesus into your conversations?
Anyway, if any of this blog has any relevance to you, please write back. Especially if something doesn't make sense. I'd love to converse with you, not just talk at you. So now I shall say Alveedesang, Das vi danye, Good day!
Love Nick
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Ski Jump Hill
Abby and Nicole
Jade and I with our Sculpture