Every missionary has to deal with it at some point.
The indescribable stress of living in a world completely different than the one you’re used to, surrounded by people who don’t understand a word of the only language you really know, and you are the weirdo who doesn’t do things the way everybody else does them or thinks they should be done. You are different, and believe me, EVERYBODY NOTICES!
It affects everybody in a different way, but eventually “culture shock” will hit home.
I’m going to confess a little carnality on my part when it comes to this, and tell you how I’ve recently experienced this.
To preface my story, I want to say up front that the root of my “culture shock” has been my own blatant pride. Until I recognized that and confessed it, I had no victory over it. That’s not to say that I don’t struggle with it anymore (because I do), it’s just easier to put it to an end and get on with doing what I’m supposed to be doing.
Now that you know that, let me tell you how I’ve experienced this phenomena first hand.
When I arrived here in Peru, I expected to face a lot of differences in culture. Surprisingly, it didn’t bother me too much that the food was different or that the stores never have what you want in stock or that when they say they will have it next week they really mean that they will never have it again and when you come back they will try to sell you something completely different and twice as ugly in its place. Things like that were easy for me to laugh off and say, “Oh well, we’ll just have to improvise.”
I wasn’t however, ready for the language issue. I thought I was, but boy, was I wrong.
With the stress that ministry naturally brings along with it, the inability to communicate the most important message in the world is overwhelmingly frustrating. Mainly, because I have taught and preached the Bible for years in English at times to congregations larger than 2,000, but now I freak out about having to speak to a handful of people for 3 minutes. I went from an environment where I felt like I could communicate with people and loved doing it to an environment where all I can think is, “survive”!
I went from the dean’s list at Miami University to below kindergarten level in communications skills. It’s like I’m starting life over again with only two years to grow up and become a respectable adult. If you have ever thought, “man, that would be nice to be a kid again without a care in the world,” realize that that is the most ridiculous thing we could ever wish for. I know because I got just that…only all of the cares are still there, and multiplied at that.
As much as I don’t want it to bother me, it’s still hard to handle a woman who barely finished high school laughing at me and telling me that I talk like her four year old son. Then comes the blank stare I get from so many people when I try to explain something and that seems to always be when the pride flares up again. All I can think is, “You can at least TRY to understand what I am saying! You just stand there and look at me like I’M the idiot!”
I literally have to fight the urge to punch people in the nose. And then, usually, about that time it hits me…I AM the IDIOT! What I said, usually ends up being the equivalent to something like, “Me want know where vroom vroom is.” No wonder they have no clue what I trying to tell them!
That’s when I have to stop what I am doing and ask the Lord to forgive me for my pride, and tell Him that I’m trusting Him to help me deal with the language. I can’t do it in my own power and wisdom, only through His.
Culture shock seems like such a little thing, but it has the potiential to destroy lives, ministries, and families if it’s not confronted quickly and entrusted to the Lord. Satan will use whatever he can to make us ineffective. We need to recognize the attack, draw close to the Lord, and resist the devil.
It’s not always been easy, but it’s been a good experience.
I’m so thankful for getting to do what I do.
To God be the glory!