I have been in Barcelona, Spain since Sunday. I have spent these past days walking the streets with missionaries from all across Western Europe. I have seen their faces. I have heard their stories. I have seen their tears, and I have shed a few with them.I listened last night as one missionary told about the attrition rate they have in the missionary graveyard that is Western Europe. Many didn’t even make it a year, and they left the field. I heard of the isolation, the fear, the depression, and the frustration. And then I watched them stand to their feet to sing songs of praise to God the Father and of the hope he brings to them, in spite of the hardships. I defy anyone to see and hear that and not be moved.
I’ve heard reports from the leaders of these missionaries, telling us how much they appreciate someone listening to their stories. And understanding not only what they are doing but how they are doing it. And it makes me want to come here and help them in some way.
One of the things we talked about with them today is the possibility of creating a network of coaches that these missionaries could tap into. It would be a personal life coach, talking with them just about life and their marriage and stressors and such. I’ll be giving them my contact info, and skype info, so that if they need someone to talk to they can contact me. If you might be open to serve in this way, let me know We would love to give them a great team of coaches to minister to them.
On another note:‚ Monday morning, one of the missionaries came up to me and said, “You’re David Phillips!‚ I love your blog!‚ How’s your dad?”‚ Kinda nice to know you’re read on the other side of the world!