Check this out from Reach Global missionary Amy Medina – very insightful and convicting… [Full article]
I may have spent half my life on the African continent, but I still have the American dream.
The dream usually comes to me when I am most frustrated with my life here as a missionary in Tanzania, East Africa, when I’ve just about had it with the heat or the bugs or the roads. That’s when my imagination activates, and I picture myself in a quiet American neighborhood, lined with big trees that change with the seasons. I own my own house; everyone speaks my language; my children ride bikes in the street without fear; I can go to the store and actually find what I need. And life is peaceful and safe and predictable.
The images flit around my consciousness; I rarely stopped to really think about them. But I recently realized that deep down, I have always assumed that would be my life someday; that somehow, that sort of life should always be the goal.
I may have lived in Africa for 20 years, but I am still very American.
I was astonished to realize that unconsciously, I believed that the American dream is owed to me. That God wants it for me. That because He loves me, therefore I will someday receive the “good life.” Almost as if it’s a given, an assumption.
What a lie.
Keep reading here: efca.org/blog/engaging-culture/god-doesnt-owe-me-american-dream