The Call

For me (Lori), the journey began in 2001. The Baptist Student Union at Georgia Baptist College of Nursing was promoting the “Summer Missions Program.” I really wanted to use my summer to serve God. My parents graciously allowed me to do so, but on one condition- “As long as you do not go to Africa!” The program began with an orientation weekend where the students learned about the serving opportunities in Georgia, the U.S., and abroad. We were each to pray and pick out our top three desired locations. I had a hard time deciding. I lamented to my small group leader that I really wanted to use my “medical skills” (now that I look back I have no idea what medical skills I thought I had after only one year of nursing school!), but could not find a medical trip. He said, “What is more medical than sex?!” He was referring to the True Love Waits (an abstinence and AIDS education course) trip to Mozambique. “I know, but my mom said I could not go to Africa.” I told him. “Well,” he replied, “if it is God’s will, He will soften her heart and use it to grow her too.” Prone to rebellion, I jumped at the thought of religiously sanctioned rebellion!
So I left that weekend with Mozambique as my top choice and I prayed, “Lord, if this is where you want me, please lead the people placing the students in the positions. Oh and by the way, if you are up for the challenge, you will also have to get my mom to consent to allowing her daughter to go to a third world country for 3 months. Amen.” I think God chuckled for that same day I read 2 John and came across these verses: “It has given me great joy to find some of your children walking in the truth, just as the Father commanded us. And now, dear lady, I am not writing you a new command but one we have had from the beginning. I ask that we love one another. And this is love: that we walk in obedience to his commands. As you have heard from the beginning, his command is that you walk in love. (vs.4-6).” Talk about the Living Word. I knew God was already working on my parents. I got the telephone call that night that Mozambique was my destination. I called my parents to tell them and all I heard was silence. Eventually, like Abraham, they left their child in the hands of God (and like Isaac, I too came back unharmed to faithful parents!).
For three months, two other students, our fearless leader, and I taught God’s design for sex and marriage to the “youth” (often in Africa, “youth” range from 13-35 or until married!). We also saw the devastating effects of AIDS on the people. It used to be the custom of the land for the people to stop when a funeral procession passed by. One man told us that they could no longer do that because the constant parade of mourning families would hinder them from getting any work done. The devastation broke my heart, but instead of viewing the situation in Africa as hopeless, I saw a land that could be restored and redeemed. I still think the Spirit can move and cleanse and repair Africa so that one day the world will look upon it and see the transforming power of our God at work.

At the end of three months, the rest of my team was ready to go home, but I felt like I was already home. I knew God was calling me to this great continent. I cried and cried when I boarded the plane back to the States. When I arrived in Atlanta, I very seriously considered quitting nursing school, going to seminary, and returning to Africa as soon as possible, but then I understood that God desired to prepare me so that I would be more effective. I needed to finish nursing school so that I could share God’s love in a tangible way. For in John we learn that to love Jesus is to take care of His “sheep” and to do so in a tangible way- “Feed my sheep!” (John 21:15-17). (This is what I looked like when I got back to Atl!)



While in nursing school, I met a peculiar, blue-haired drummer who like me desired a life that was anything but “normal.” On one of our first dates, I told Josh, “Just so you know, one day I am going to be a missionary in Africa.” “That’s cool. I have always wanted to be a missionary, but didn’t know where” he said. I thought he might go running and screaming after I told him about Africa, instead he asked me to marry him. On April 10, 2004, our paths towards missionary life merged. Since my trip to Mozambique, Josh and I have been to Kenya and Central African Republic. Now, we wait with baited breath to see where God will lead us permanently!



Stay tuned to read about Josh’s call……