Sonny & Tiffany Sedate
God called me to repentance and faith when I was a little boy. It was like a firm smack on the head, “Turn away from sin. Trust Me. Tell somebody.” Well, I was a child with a vivid imagination, but I wasn’t confused about what I needed to do... what I had to do... immediately.
A bit later, while still young, I dreamed of becoming a missionary... but when I prayed about it, I felt like God said, “No, watch the stuff” (1 Samuel 30:24). Which was disappointing to me, but OK. If only one of us can be in charge, it’s really much better if it’s always Him (confession time: The “always” is a regular challenge for me.).
Decades later (if that makes us sound old, then you are understanding perfectly), Tiffany and I had been serving for years mostly within the CFBC student and children’s ministries. We still prayed for missions, and taught about missions, and gave to missions, but we didn’t pray to become missionaries (other than the regular short-term trip). We had found our place of service and were truly happy. God’s plan is perfect, right?
God’s plan is perfect, but God’s plan isn’t finished... and so God called us to become missionaries – removing obstacles and glorifying Himself along the way, in ways that were completely unexpected, entirely perfect, and uncomfortably stretching.
So we went from a big Texas house (swimming pool, cars, etc.) to living in a small urban apartment in Lisbon above a busy ice cream shop. Fitting everything we owned into a small handful of suitcases (well, OK – they were big suitcases). No A/C. No clothes dryer. No car. Different language and cultures in grander dimensions than we anticipated. 0.6% evangelical and shrinking. Stretching.
When we first were called here, a friend exclaimed, “Wow – that’s like being a missionary to Disney World.” And, yes – Lisbon is a popular tourist destination. The weather is glorious, the food is wonderful, the people are polite and generally spiritually-minded – within moderation. Yet, only about 1 in 200 believe – or rather 199 out of 200 are headed for an eternity separated from God. We’ve been uncomfortable for a little over 18 months, I can’t imagine eternity... and for many it will be quite a bit harsher than uncomfortable.
We don’t know exactly what God will do next. But, we do know we are never alone. We do know we are always loved. We do know that we are called to trust and obey – to give and to go... to multiply disciples and plant churches... And yeah, for us that’s stretching (1 Cor 1.9).