Summer Summary, Part II
So here’s the thing. Grace sends out people on our summer short-term trips, and they come back different. Changed. Transformed. Whatever you want to call it. They are different. Here’s an example. Our middle school worship director. Craig Boyer. Only it’s not him anymore, it’s someone different. Changed. Listen to his own words:
“Sitting in my favorite starbucks, corner table, surrounded by people engrossed in conversation. Quad skinny vanilla latte warming my soul, music over the loud speakers are shaded out by the music in my ears; explosions in the sky. My macbook is powered up… every other moment I will look around and observe… my thoughts go back to where God has crushed me one again: Japan. 
When will people ever understand what God is doing there? How can I get them to understand, or even appreciate to a higher level how God is moving through this church and ministry in Kurume.
This was my 5th trip to Japan… and after what took place, it will never be my last. I have more fire in my soul for Japan then ever before.
In the US, roads are bigger here, dishwashers are bigger here, they have refills here, washer machines hold more than 4 pairs of shorts and 4 t-shirts, servings are bigger, cars are bigger, hallways are bigger, parking spaces are bigger, cell phones are however bigger in Japan, stores are bigger here, shopping carts are MUCH bigger here, microwaves are common here, tables are bigger here, restaurants are bigger here…
bigger does not always mean better…
I miss everything about it… but mostly, the souls of people that are encased in their own heritage that clutches their neck with a death grip on the ideology of a relationship with the one true living God. Empty vessels walk the streets and populate trains. A friendly greeting is typically reciprocated with an awkward glance. I hate awkward.
But it is what I miss.
I miss a room that is empty one minute, then filled with the curious laughter of Japanese children longing to be held or played with. I miss the Mom’s engaged in worship. I miss the Dad’s hanging with their children and walking them to the classroom. I miss seeing my team. I miss Brandon and Aprils voice as it would seep through the thin walls… I miss their laughter when they would mess up. I miss the chaos of the transitons… songs starting and stopping when then shouldn’t. I miss the high fives from my teammates on successes… I miss the high fives when we mess up and move on. I miss Taizo and Kim. I miss the stability of Darlene and Steve. I miss the stories of the team at moments when they are completely crushed. Believe it or not… I miss Brandon embarrassing me (sort of). I love that guy. I miss watching Mikayla and Baylee gleening from other high schoolers in Japan. I miss our team lunches. I miss the volunteers.
I miss the worship. I miss the paint. I miss the smiles. I miss the burps. I miss my bff in Japan, it’s one of my favorite J’s.
What is it about the experience this year that exceeds other’s in the past? It could have something to do with the Mom who was in tears as she ran up to me asking, “do you remember me from last year?”. ”Of course I do”, i responded. How could I have forgotten a woman whose story broke the hearts of last years team. She was in the midst of a divorce, marriage falling apart, and a Mom who never set foot in a church because she afraid of offending the gods. It’s because of BEK and the ministry of the church that her Mom came to the church to see her granddaughter in a program that she now knows who Moses is, and the faith Daniel had the brave heart David had. Mostly, she knows about a God that loves her.
It could also be how a little boy referred to the program as ‘sugoi’ which means amazing in Japanese. It could be the visitor off the streets who never set foot in a church before. She wanted to come and see the americans play with the children. She heard about this through some people affiliated with KCC. It could also be the kids singing, “Jesus is my superhero” using all the motions on their own. It could be the children retelling the bible stories to their parents. It could be the children remembering me from last year. It could be the volunteers. It could be the stronger bond between us and the church. It could have beenthe team prayer at the buddhist temple.
It could be… it is. It is all of those things and so much more. The ministry is the important thing… touching them with special dose of love and laughter. Who knew this would happen… well, God knew. He just needed willing hearts and the rest He would take care of. Thank you all for your part in this trip. Amazing team and an wonderful partner in Kurume Christ Church. God Bless you all.”



































































