Culture Shock

This is not the Mongolia I remember. I was here just 4 years ago and I only recognize small snippets. There are new roads. Not finished roads mind you, but new roads being built. Where there was once a skyline of uncompleted buildings, now everywhere are cranes attached to buildings actually being completed. It still has that raw feeling. Spiritually dark. The honeymoon is over before it began. I feel like we have been dropped behind enemy lines. 

I walk down the street to looks I can only categorize as disdain. I don’t know the language, I stand out, I am uncomfortable. I am lonely, despairing, depressed. Is this how Jesus felt on His missionary trip to the world? He was the High King with a heavenly throne. But He left comfort for discomfort. He was the Word and now he had to learn the language. Did He feel out of place on this dusty planet. I know Jesus was perfect, without sin. But it is not sinful to be lonely, depressed and despaired. He did what I need to do. He was continuously in prayerful battle, standing firm in the faith. He did 33 years on His mission trip, I’ve only got two months to do.