This is a encouraging testimony from a member of the Tanzania Team
Hey There! So without boring you in the details, I have been a believer and follower of Christ since January of 2007. In the past year, my walk has been shaken and, at some points, turned absolutely upside down. Along the way, I've had the distinct fortune and pleasure of becoming a member of Grace Family Church.
This past January, when the young adults missions trip to Tanzania was announced, I felt the unfamiliar but absolutely unmistakable touch of the Holy Spirit. "You will sign up for this trip," He said to me. "You will sign up for this trip. You will sign up for this trip." At that point, I endeavored to apply.
After picking up my application, with substantial excitement and almost no knowledge of what I was signing up for, I began filling it out immediately. Equally as immediately, reality (and the lies of the enemy) began to assault me. "Spiritual gifts? I don't even know what spiritual gifts are. What classes have I attended? ... wait, there's classes here?" I filled out the application the best that I was able, beginning to accept that I was in no way qualified to participate in this trip. By the end of the application, I fully accepted that I wasn't qualified and, after apologizing profusely to the Holy Spirit and insisting that I knew best, decided that I wasn't going to apply after all.
Fast forward several weeks: the application deadline came and went. One day, I receive a message from Matt, the young adults pastor. He was inquiring about my application. I spit out some quick and defensive response about "well, uh, there was... some stuff I had questions on," and we (mostly he) decided we'd sit down and speak about it. A few days later, we did exactly that. I think we went over the entire application line by line. Matt helped reinforce to me that even though I wasn't technically "qualified," or experienced, the truth is that our God is a mighty God that we cannot confine to a box. After a little poking and prodding, I decided to submit that application after all, fully expecting it would probably be denied.
To my surprise, the application was accepted! That moment was many things, "expected" was not among them. As the reality began to set in, I started to realize that I had absolutely no clue of what I was going to do to fulfill my obligations (raising money, participating in events, etc.). Obviously there was an obscene amount of prayer involved, but God was strangely quiet on the topic of "Lord, how am I going to make this money magically appear in my account?"
As time went by, many of my own ideas turned into complete and absolute failure. I tried, tried, and tried again; although I was involved with almost all of our group fundraising events, the efforts I put forth on my own were few, far in between, and full of defeat every step of the way. There were times when people were rude and downright cruel in their rejections. Between bounced checks, broken promises, and people that just plain didn't come through, I was beginning to feel more and more that maybe I wasn't meant to go after all. I struggled to maintain faith, trusting that if I was indeed meant to go, that God would find a way. The difficulty became accepting that God works on His time and not mine as more and more time went by and my missions account remained relatively devoid of funds (read: empty).
One day, I found a letter from Grace Family in the mail! I was excited to see that it was a personal letter, though my excitement was quickly shot and killed in a hail of written bullets: "Ken, your balance is over $2,300 for this trip. Please call and talk to us, it's possible you won't be able to go." I continued to pray, and for the first time, I truly submit myself to God; "God, I've tried my way, and my way didn't do it. I need your help. I can't do this. I surrender. If I'm meant to go, please show me how." Almost instantly, I knew that I needed to not only try again where my own efforts had failed, but to ask everyone and everywhere that I possibly could, including the places where it'd be awkward, uncomfortable, and in some cases unwarranted (i.e. professional clients of my work). Since it was less than a month before deadline, I don't want to say I was lacking faith but I definitely wasn't standing on a mountain of it either.
Throughout my time in church, I've heard so many stories of God's miraculous providence. In my own life, there have been many instances where I've been provided for in a way that could have only come from Him. So far as this trip goes, though, $2,500 is a far cry from a schedule working out or a chance meeting (such as I've experienced in the past). What I was blessed to experience over the following weeks, however, dwarfs any way that I've ever experienced God's work in my own life before (short of my salvation).
To make a long(er) story short(er), God used people I would've never expected in ways that I could've never imagined. There were people, even business clients, who wrote 3-digit checks when I didn't know they even knew my name (besides "computer guy"). My biggest surprise of all came from the gym where I train Mixed Martial Arts, where they are almost completely unsaved (despite my best efforts thus far); they held a handful of fundraisers at the gym and, in the end, came through with a substantial 4-digit donation.
All throughout this process, I knew that God had a plan. I've struggled to know what that plan was; as an analytical person who plans his life entirely too far in advance, I struggle to understand that sometimes I'm not meant to understand. So, I assumed that "maybe His plan is to teach me a lesson, maybe He's teaching me to rely more on Him; in any case, there's no way I'm going to Africa," despite the knowledge that I was lead to apply for the trip by the Holy Spirit. I've had to walk by faith alone without the slightest clue of what He's had (and still has) in store.
Just today, I was blessed with a call that I fully expected I'd never receive. "Hey Ken, Pastor Violet here - just wanted to let you know that your balance for the trip has been paid in full!" While I still have no idea what the Lord has up His sleeves, I know that He is glorious, amazing, but most importantly, faithful beyond description. While the struggle has always been worthwhile, just seeing this part of His plan come to fruition has struck me with such awe and gratitude of our living God! I pray thanks for His confirmation and providence, and blessings upon those who were obedient to His call.
In closing, I am a missionary who serves a God who is faithful and true. Thank you for permitting me to share with you the story of blessings bestowed and blessings yet to come. Please keep our team in your prayers as we venture forth to glorify the name of our Lord. Thank you!
-Ken Johnson 2011 Tanzania Team