Now that I have been home for a couple days and had some time to reflect on the last 7 months of my life, I guess the only place to start is at the beginning. September 27th was the first post I put on here speculating about chances of going to Canada and experiencing what an International Missionary experiences. That speculation would soon turn into a reality in January. For the last 4 months I have been in the trenches of the mission field going through the everyday grind of ministry in a spiritually dark place. All the questions I had going into it were answered along the way. I learned a lot about God, his power, myself, how to respond in frustrating times and prayer.

I think prayer is something that we take for granted and that was the case for me. It is instant access to the Almighty God of this world. I know I have mentioned about the prayer meeting I went to on Tuesday afternoons with the local pastors in town. These men laid everything they had out in prayer and they were seeing results. They prayed for people to come to Quebec, done. They prayed for ways to reach out to people, done. They prayed asking for the one empty church for sale in the middle of town so they could be more effective in ministry, done. These things and so much more they prayed for and they didn't use prayer has the last option, it was the only option. I'm convinced we don't use the power that is readily available when prayer takes place and I learned what can take place when faithful people use prayer.

Moving on, I just flat out hurt for Quebec. One of the main questions that I got before going was, "Why Canada? It's so close to us." I didn't know how to respond to that question other than saying it was where God wanted me during that time. The answer to that question without a doubt is because the people of Quebec need Christ. Millions of people go throughout their day without hope.

It has been flat out hard being home in a comfortable environment known as the "Bible Belt" where usually one of the first questions asked is "Where do you go to church?" How can we sit back and be satisfied with anything when almost 3 billion people in the world have no hope? On Friday I had 11 hours to kill sitting in the Montreal airport waiting for the first of my flights home. I think off and on for about an hour and a half I held back tears because of the things I knew and saw. One of the things that replayed over in my mind that day and has replayed over since is two short sentences someone told me while saying goodbye at church my last Sunday morning. After a hug and wishes well for a safe trip home, a lady simply said to me, "Tell your people back home about us and Quebec. Tell them that we need help."

So why did I go to Quebec? I went so God could use my team and I for his sake. I went because that is the way God used to reveal a life of mission work for him. I went because people need Christ. Even though I don't feel right being home because of the comfortable life I have here, I was simply reminded of my thoughts I had right before leaving. My mission didn't end once I left. I just changed fields. Hopefully and God willing I will get to go back to Quebec soon and continue to help with the ministry there. When you devote yourself and your life to people in another land, it becomes apart of you. This has been the case for me in my few short months in Canada. The name of this blog really does make sense. As a follower of Christ we really don't have a home. I'm torn between home in Tennessee and home in Lennoxville. Either way I'm on a mission, a mission for souls. I'm also just a homeless person, walking my way towards home.