Hello My Name is [REDACTED]

Hello all, my name is [REDACTED], but for the purpose of this blog you can call me Adam.

Coming out of my junior year at Azusa Pacific University, a two-year adventure to Cameroon, Africa was nowhere even near my radar. It wasn’t until a family friend of mine put off going to medical school in order to serve. She is currently a year-round staffer at a camp in Canada. This decision was enough to begin the idea of what it would look like for me to put my plan on hold and go and serve for a certain amount of time. I would fantasize about long term trips to South America, working with orphanages and in general being a rock star. In reality, I knew an adventure like this was very unrealistic. As a Computer Science major I know the rate of change for the tools used in my field are so high that taking a year or two off of coding and doing computer sciency things would result in a good portion of my knowledge being outdated. I feared becoming an “unmarketable employee” and the mission field remained just a fantasy.

This changed at the start of my senior year when I received MULTIPLE emails from and organization on my campus call H.I.S. Years (HY). HY is an organization focused on sending recent grads to “reach the unreached”. The reality of our world is that there are 3 million people who have not heard the good news of the gospel and don’t even have the option to following Jesus and be relationship with a God who loves them. I thought that I might as well apply and I think I turned in my application less than ten minutes before the deadline. I ended up getting my interview and found out that GoCorps (HOOT! HOOT!), the organization HY goes through, has placements for nerds like me. I walked out of that interview completely jazzed and it occurred to me that this is something I could actually do.

I was accepted into the HY program and was given two weeks to decide if I would actually participate or not. Like a champ I totally handled it perfectly… Or not. I was definitely overwhelmed and two weeks seemed like a miniscule amount of time to decide. That Sunday I went to church and Fellowship Monrovia, as per usual, but what was unusual was that the pastor decided to make his sermon about giving up your life for service. I walked with the eerie feeling you get when you encounter something that is a little to coincidency. But that sermon itself was not enough.

The next week was thanksgiving and I had the opportunity to spend the first half of the week in Mexicali Mexico with around 300 of my fellow APU’ers. On these trips there is always a camp pastor that preaches at night, visits some work sites, and is there for general encouragement. This camp pastor had lost 80% of his hearing as a child and ran a home/school for deaf children in Ensenada, Mexico. On the last night he shared his family’s story about how his father sold his business in New York and loaded his whole family up in a school bus and drove them to Ensenada to serve the Lord. The pastor’s story was filled example after example of him stepping out on a limb and having the Lord meet them there. I found myself thinking that I want to put my self in a place to see God move.

At the end of the sermon He invited the whole camp to just say “Yes” to whatever God may be calling you to. In that moment I knew exactly where I was being called and that I had to say yes.

And so here I am. Finishing a support-raising training week. About to build a team of people to support me in this venture to what God is doing across the world. Planning on going to a semi-closed country (hence the name redaction) to work IMT at a school in Cameron and teach Computer/coding classes as way to build relationships amongst the Muslim community and share the gospel with them. 

And finally being told that in order to leave the room I have to write this blog post. Although written under coercion, I sincerely hope you enjoyed the content and will continue to follow me on this journey that I am beyond excited about. (I‘m 90% sure they would let me leave if I didn’t write but who actually knows).

 

With love and excitement,

Adam who’s not really Adam