Later that afternoon, I despaired again of
ever being able to speak Melanesian Pigeon, as another teacher outlined the
grammatical structure of the language. I could barely remember English grammar,
let alone bend my brain around a language made up of three European lexicons
with a few national languages thrown in for flavour. By the end of that day, my
enthusiasm for learning the trade language of Papua New Guinea had vanished. It
was then I realized I didn’t want to learn it, I just wanted to know how to
speak it.
I wanted to be able to communicate with the
people we were to live with, so I had to dispel the illusion that I was going
to wake up one morning and be fluent in their language. I had to face the fact
that I had to work at it. I had to face the fact that I was going to make a lot
of mistakes. I was going to be laughed at. I was going to feel dumb and have to
continually ask questions. I was going to have to get used to having to listen
so intently my head hurt. I was going to have to get used to being like a
little child, again and again.
When I came to terms with that reality, a
surprising thing happened. The process became a delight. I looked forward to
going to the market to learn new names for old vegetables. I relished going to
work, so I could learn new expressions and phrases. I loved standing in the
middle of a crowd of black faces and just soaking in the sound. And best of
all, I loved being able to communicate easily with the people around me. As my
language skills grew so did my delight in living among them.
Such is the journey of a Christ follower – it’s
the journey of a child, a journey of continually learning, listening, asking
questions, making mistakes, yet continuing on because there is such delight in growing
closer to and growing more and more like our master. When we come to terms with
that reality we realize it’s worth the effort because the joy of being in His
presence and soaking Him in can be compared to no other.
In Matthew 18, the disciples asked Jesus
who would be the greatest in God’s kingdom. Perhaps they thought they’d learned
enough, and done enough, to merit that position. Jesus says: “I tell you the
truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter
the kingdom of heaven. Therefore whoever humbles himself like this child is the
greatest in the kingdom of heaven” (Matthew 18:3-4).
Like a little child – willing to learn,
willing to listen, willing to work at it. Again and again.
****
Marcia Lee Laycock writes from central Alberta
Canada where she is a pastor's wife and mother of three adult daughters. She
was the winner of The Best New Canadian Christian Author Award for her novel,
One Smooth Stone. Her second novel, A Tumbled Stone was short listed
in the contemporary fiction category of The Word Awards, 2013. Marcia also has two
devotional books in print. Her work has been endorsed by Sigmund Brouwer,
Janette Oke, Phil Callaway and Mark Buchanan.
4 comments:
My, Papua New Guinea -- you really do get around Marcia! :)
Thanks for sharing this instructive and encouraging peek into how you moved from an embarrassing and vulnerable place to one of joyful engagement, learning and growth in your following our Lord. ~~+~~
Thanks, Peter. Our time there was some years ago now but it still seems like yesterday. The Lord taught me many things while we were there. :)Blessings, m
Love this, Marcia. I had a little Japanese girl as a student last summer, trying to teach her English. I swear English must be the hardest language to learn - you learn the rules then a whack of exceptions follow. Idioms - when literally translated - sound ridiculous. Poor little Wakana (my student) had her fair share of the equivalent to sisters in the coffee over the summer. :) I really appreciate the way you bring this around to how our Christian life is always a journey with endless opportunities to learn something new every day! So true!
Marcia..love your comment about wanting to speak Pigeon, but not learn it. So true. Remember novelist John Moore speaking at Inscribe conference way back when? I often think of one of his comments: "Do you want to write, or do you just want to 'have written?'" Most people ignore the fact that the life we enjoy in the present is the past we'll regret (or not) in the future. In essence, we're daily shaping our future past. Make sense? Thanks for the reminder of how vital it is to practice Christ's presence on our daily journey, my friend. Love this parallel. Thanks.
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