A third of my career of over 35 years has been spent working abroad. I am often asked what the differences are compared to practicing in the UK and since I have never been in a distinctly missionary role, in one sense there has been very little difference.
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I still had to find a church or fellowship to join, practice regular quiet times, look to see if I could contribute in some small way to the local church activities. All the time trying to keep a steady Christian witness at work. And because the church is the family of God worldwide it is my testimony that I found a common bond with Christians wherever I have been.
To illustrate this, it has been just like putting on clothes, the same clothes, more or less, though the climate was different. But still tops, bottoms, socks, shoes, etc. The clothing illustration is appropriate. Wherever we are, we still have to clothe ourselves with the armour of God. Ephesians 6:13,14. “Therefore put on the full armour of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 14 Stand firm then.”
How did you come to be involved with VCF?
My friend, RVN and VCF member Bonny Millar introduced me only a few years ago when VCF was at the BVNA congress.
When and how did you become a Christian?
I grew up on a pig farm in Scotland and both my parents are from farming backgrounds and we went to church most Sundays at the local village church as all the local farmers did! Looking back, we lived in an idyllic setting right out in the countryside with amazing views of the hills and mountains behind it. My sister and I were christened there. I vividly remember our Sunday School lessons being taught out of a large colourful bible! I especially liked the Old Testament readings about Noah’s Ark and all the animals, probably no surprise there given my future career choice! I also remember the Yew tree that stood just outside the Sunday School building – the key to the church was hidden inside it. My sister and I used to sneak inside the church when we were out on our bikes! When I left school at 17 to start my training as a vet nurse I hardly went to church, though my hardback school Good News Bible (in brown paper of course -didn’t everyone cover their books in brown paper in the 70s and 80s?!!) and my little red Gideon’s bible always came with me. It wasn’t until I was married that my husband (Robin, a vet!) and I started attending the local church in the village to which we had just moved. But we became regular churchgoers at the Free Church when my son started attending Boys Brigade at the age of 5. That was 12 years ago and we are now part of the church family, though I am still at the beginning of my Christian journey.Read more ...