We're been learning how to learn languages. Phoenetics drills. Who knew the mouth could make so many sounds? Lots of using the brain. SPLICE (the previous program) was more emotionally exhausting. PILAT (Program In Language Aquisition Techniques) is brain exhausting! We napped a lot on Saturday and played spoons. Our brains needed the rest. But it is fantastic at filling our language-learning tool box to the brim. In learning both Spanish and Mam (the Mayan language) we will exhaust our newly stocked box...but we will be equipped as we never thought to learn. Fantastic.
Ok. Now onto another topic.
A few weeks ago I posted about a scenario where we went through a mock guerilla hostage situation. Peope were "killed" in the drill although we later came to find out that they had been spared and only used as a bluff to the government. The purpose of the drill was to awaken us to the reality of severe trauma on the mission field and to test how we would respond to it; how we commnicated, who would step up and lead, how would we make life-and-death decisions with no time to ponder them. I hope it didn't seem like we just waltzed out the door singing "Amazing Grace" while people shot us. We attempted to "fight" but in reality weren't going to clock our instructor in the face with our flashlight and steal his cap-gun. When we resisted they grabbed someone and before we knew what to do they were shot. It was scary and it was supposed to be. It was designed to teach us to prepare. But it brings up some good questions:
Do you fight back? How? How does your calling as a missionary change what you do? Were I single, the answers are easy. But with a wife a baby, well, that's another story. What does trusting the Lord really look like? Is it trusting Him to shoot another person in that situation? Is it trusting Him not to? When Paul says that, "To live is Christ and to die is gain", what does he really mean? That verse gets tossed around in the US so we can wear our badge of humility and say, "I would die for Jesus." Peter said that too and then under pressure he denied he even knew Him. Who do you really trust and how does that pan out in reality? Tough questions. Any thoughts?