Some days I have to stop and question the course of my life. The lack of stability, the irregularity of it all. It is in these moments that I most long for home, a word that we all too often take for granted, I more than most.
In Nepal I am called a bideshi, (beh-desh-ee), which translates to something like gringo in Texas. There are constant reminders to let me know that this is not my home country. Higher prices, people making snide comments about how stupid I must be when they think I don't understand the language, and every taxi driver trying to figure out how much he can rip me off. What they don't understand is that this whole place belongs to my Father, and I am not just talking about the Himalayas. I realized this thinking about home, the ache in my heart slowing me down to ponder about it all. Then it hit me-
We are all bideshis.
None of us are actually home. We might all have beautiful families that we love and cherish, friends who can enhance the quality of our lives, but at the end of it all something still yearns for, 'home.'
For me Nepal is the closet place I have lived in to home. The people actually understand my sense of humor, the food, the constant walking, the consistent tardiness of everyone (not just me for once in my life!) the intensity of living every day and relying on God to help you survive it. In the span of the past week I had a good friend of mine die. He had been training with Robby Rai, my ministry partner there who I am accountable to on a daily basis, and was beginning to show signs of the potential leadership that Nepal so desperately needs. In the same week 3 young girls were rescued from a 'Dance Bar' and 5 more expressed their heart to be rescued as well. The reality of this place is that there is a resistance happening and people are being rescued even as some are falling. I am reminded of a lyric that cries out, "God is the only one who can save our nation now."
At the moment I am now in Texas.
I already miss Nepal.
However I am very excited to meet with those of you that I can, share stories, enjoy pictures (both mine and please yours!) and the extravagant taste of coffee! Please please email me if you would like to get together, for those of you who know me, my memory is fairly faulty so I have to have hard copies of meeting dates and times. Even with all of this I still plan on leaving early for engagements as I am a master at becoming lost. It is a spiritual gift, right after prophesy!
Dreaming about the Kingdom,
Scotty
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