I want to begin by thanking all the saints for their kind words and prayers concerning my previous post and my migration. It really encouraged me and I am very grateful.
Today, I had my first table meeting as a member of the Church in Lausanne. It wasn’t a particularly memorable experience, in the sense that I’ll be able to recall it many years later, instead it was just normal. I really appreciate the aspect of being normal.
Like many, I grew up with the concept of experiencing tremendous highs and lows. In Britain, in particular, it’s an even more difficult thing due to the Americanisation of our media. American English is very dramatic, and I mean no disrespect with that statement. Things cannot be “good”, they must be “awesome”. Meanwhile in British English, and most other forms of English, calling something “good” is high praise. So, you’re growing up with your cartoons being “amazing” and “awesome”, while in class your teachers are writing, “well done” or “very good” on your homework. It can be quite bizarre.
Back to my original point. Being a normal Christian is such a crucial aspect. I didn’t feel the need to announce my arrival in a grand speech instead, when there was an opening, I stood up and shared my enjoyment from the morning revival. There was no need for drama or attention. The saints listened, enjoyed and encouraged me. It was as if I’d been there for years. That was the best welcome I could have asked for.
This is how I’d sum up migrating to Switzerland and settling in. There has been no drama, no grandiose welcome, just normality. When I arrived, the saints greeted me with the words, “Welcome home.” I was home. Home is normal. There was no need for theatrics. I’ve already begun partaking in the normal church life. There’s no time to do a welcome tour, I just have to roll up my sleeves and get stuck in. The Lord and, by extension, me; would have it no other way.
For anyone considering migrating to Europe, I think being normal is an absolute must. I didn’t always appreciate it but now I know how fortunate I am to be here on the front lines, waging war against the devil for the souls of my fellow Europeans. Without normality, it is very difficult to do. There are no superstar warriors, and there aren’t any reservists waiting to take over from tired saints. We eat and drink the Lord and He gives us all that we need for the coming day. We’re all in it together, fighting 24/7 and it is so enjoyable.
This afternoon, we had some fellowship among us students and young adults and I realised something remarkable. Usually when talking about migration, we look to those who have graduated from the training or adults but what about young people? When I was looking at the saints I was with, I saw experienced spiritual warriors who were young, vital and absolute for the Lord. They can fight for the next 50 years. In two weeks, we have a young teenage brother from Texas moving to Zürich. What a joy this is to the saints. Another young, vital able-bodied warrior to join us as we pursue, fight and enjoy together. Yes, there are many practical obstacles but who cares? I’m living in Switzerland and I don’t even have an apartment yet!
Maybe you can tell, but I have never been so invigorated in my life. Moving from the UK to mainland Europe has really stoked the fire within me. I have no option but to turn to the Lord. I’ve smashed into so many brick walls in my efforts to find an apartment, but I turn to the Lord and I am able to pursue with the saints. And we do this so normally. In the UK, it was easy to become complacent and so the Lord wasn’t always the first person I would turn to. But here, I don’t have the luxury of turning to my parents. I must turn to the Lord. And if I turn to the saints, they’ll just turn me to the Lord. If you have such a deep longing to seek the Lord, there’s no better place to be but on the front lines.
I’m not naive, there will be times when I feel exhausted and dead. But I know that in those times, the Lord will be even more sweet. So, I encourage those with a burden for Europe to start praying. Send me a message and we’ll start praying. We’re not asking for hundreds of saints, but even one more person migrating would make a world of difference.
I’ll end by sharing this. One of my companions here in Lausanne revealed to me that this past year he prayed specifically for the Lord to cause two saints to migrate to Switzerland. Well the Lord was faithful and by the end of the summer, there will be three. Much grace to you all and please pray for us as we pursue, fight and enjoy in a normal way!