DTS Reflection Part 1: The Journey is important

Mark Carson is on his DTS outreach in Cyprus and is writing a series of reflections that we are featuring in a series.

Before I left for Scotland I knew that all who believe in Jesus are technically missionaries. So, I was almost sure I had been on mission in Belfast. Yes, I’m away on a wee trip and no doubt adventures and all types of hilarity will ensue. When I finish this course, I will still be on mission. It’s not my mission anyway, it’s God’s…I’m just joining in.

So, with the mission is every day and everywhere I was sure that the journey to Scotland was just as important as being there. As I walked up the almost mile long gangway to the Stena HSS I turned to an American and asked him if we were walking to Scotland now? He just gave me a puzzled look. I felt like praying against a spirit of puzzlement going forward. I helped a Chinese guy find his tour bus as we were disembarking. He was running around like a dog with no owner as if the ship were about to sink.

On my bus journey to Ayr I got chatting to a girl called Michelle from Switzerland and shared about my YWAM course and my testimony of becoming a Christian. She said she was an atheist but I concluded that she was agnostic and she concluded that I was going off to become some sort of monk. I assured her that monks don’t drink and dance like I do.

I got the bus from Ayr to my new home in Seamill. I got held up by sheep in the road and the police had to come and check their licenses. On the bus I was now deep in doze, but soon I was awoken with a big fierce drunk Scottish face in mine. The face was that of an old man called Ian, his drinking buddy was a lady by the name of Suzi Montgomery.

Suzi, originally from Tipperary, was quick to invite me for dinner. She kept saying that she wouldn’t harm me and the reiteration of the promise led me to believe that she thought I wouldn’t trust her with my safety and deep down she didn’t trust herself. She did say that she would give me a good feed. It’s a small place Seamill so no doubt we will meet again. I’ll pray we do.

There are nine other trainees on the course with me here at YWAM Seamill. I’m rooming with two German lads and a Scot who now lives in Australia. The rest of the group consists of six girls, three Germans, a Canadian, an American and a Finnish/Fin. I am the oldest in the group by a considerable margin, so I feel a good bit of responsibility for each of them.

I managed to sneak out to the local Hydro hotel with one of my fellow trainees Sam from Germany. We met Jim Clark, a retired oil rigger who was on his 44th wedding anniversary. His wife was upstairs watching Corrie and he was watching football at the hotel bar. They had obviously worked out a successful system of marriage after all these years. Sam and I had the privilege of praying for Jim. He felt like he was not suited to being a Christian. The desire of his heart was that ‘The Big Man’ would tap him on the shoulder on one of those long walks on the beach he enjoys. So, we prayed that God would reveal himself to him and we have decided to go to the place every Wednesday and pray for Jim and his family. Jim lives in Ayr, so he is not a local but it would be good to keep remembering him.

After a week of lectures on everything from worship to spiritual formations (don’t ask… on second thoughts, do if your curious) my head is fried. Fried in a good way.

God has been speaking, or maybe I have started listening? When I was reading John 14, Thomas asks Jesus what is the way? Jesus’s response is that he is the way the truth and the life. It’s important to ask God the questions that get you the deeper truth.

So now I’m asking questions and waiting for some answers. I have some already. God wants a dialogue.The question is just as important as the answer sometimes and the journey can be as important as the destination.

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