[My brother recently stayed with me in Lebanon for three weeks. We had a great time touring Lebanon, and he was also a great help to us with the kids and youth ministry. I asked him to share about his experience in Lebanon, below are his thoughts about his time here.]
Before I came to Lebanon, I set avery high goal to achieve during my trip. I wanted to be a different person upon return from my trip than the one that began the journey. I can say that after three weeks in Lebanon, my mind is not the same. When I arrived in Lebanon and saw the place that I would stay and the area around it, my first thought was that this is normally the area that I try to avoid in the states. That experience describes how I though during the first week. I looked at everything at a very surface level. I noted how the buildings looked and how beautiful the mountains were on thesea. All I wanted to know was the next place that I would be going to see and my most common thought was that I hope nothing happens in Lebanon that could mess up my plans for departure.
During the second week, I went to a conference in Aqaba, Jordan and I would say that a change in my heart took place here. A change that made me look beyond the surface and look to what actually makes a city or a nation, and that is the people. During my third week, I learned what drives my sister to do what she does. I was invited to have dinner at a few of the church members’ homes. I saw how God has taken people out of the surrounding darkness and brought them into the light and made them into a family. I saw a soldier that was transformed by Jesus Christ and no longer just wants to solve things with his fists, but his desire is to be there for his family and fellowship with God and His people.
Before I came, I thought that my sister was going to be my host, and although she was a great one, I was surprised to see the people step out and take me in. Several people sacrificed their time in order to help me enjoy my time. In a place where there is so much going on around them, each other is what they have and they hold on to each other, encourage and help each other to keep on fighting for the work of God. I see now that my sister is a part of that family, a helper in the harvest. Even though I miss her being around at myhome, I know that she is needed in this place. My prayer for her is that God gives her the strength to continue and the eyes to see and the ears to hear His will.
When it came time for my departure, I would be lying if i said that no part of me was ready to go back to the comforts that I have come to appreciate about America, but I was sad to leave as l waved goodbye one last time to my sister. As I waited for the plane to fly away, I could only sit there and think about the wonderful times that I had, the amazing people that I met and how I will cherish every bit of the past three weeks with my only regrets being the times that my thoughts were only on leaving at my planned time.
D.J. Thoms