Josh, an 18-year old senior at Black Forest Academy, was home in
Italy with his 4-year old brother, Sam. (Pictured below) They were
sitting on the balcony one night, looking up at the stars, and Sam was
saying the cutest things. He pointed off into the distance and said,
“Jesus is over there and down there and up there and in there…and
EVERYWHERE.” Josh listened and smiled, content to be sitting under the
Italian sky, spending time with a brother he saw only on Christmas,
Easter and summer breaks. Josh is a doting older brother, a young man
who delights in his young siblings and relishes their time together.
The bond between them is strong and deep.
The lie is that “everybody always leaves.” Its antidote is fourfold:
Eventually, Sam said, “Hold me.” So Josh
took the little guy into his arms and they stared up together. “I miss
you, Josh,” Sam said. “Ask me why I miss you.” Josh dutifully repeated
the question. And Sam said, “School. I’ll miss you when you go back
to school.” Then he looked up at the stars and, pointing, said, “I wish
on that star and that star and that star and that star that you don’t
have to go.” And then he uttered an astounding sentiment for a child
his age. “But Jesus is here and I’ll be happy with whatever He gives
me.”
At the age of four, toe-headed Sam had
already developed a theology of grief, a spiritual mechanism that
allowed him to deal with his beloved brother’s imminent departure. Yes,
it’s a beautiful thing. And yes, it’s also sobering.
The statistics don’t lie. By the age of
18, average TCKs will have experienced 8 major moves (Source:
Interaction). They’ll also have lived in a transient community where
people are constantly coming and going, some with predictable exits and
others without warning at all. The lie MKs derive from such a
goodbye-loaded existence is straightforward: everybody always leaves.
Loss is as common on the mission field as big hair at a Bill Gaither
convention. It doesn’t only apply to people. With each of those 8
moves mentioned above, an MK will experience a host of losses:- Loss of pets.
- Loss of social network (sports teams, youth groups, classmates, neighborhood kids).
- Loss of favorite things, particularly when they’re associated with a specific place.
- Loss of security (knowing what to expect and how things “work”).
- Loss of status (people knowing who you are and what you’ve accomplished without need for explanation).
- Loss of lifestyle (particularly for those MKs who move across cultures and financial statuses).
But none of those losses are as devastating
to a young person as the loss of people. The first people we lose
(sometimes without even realizing it) are relatives: grandparents and
cousins who drive to the airport to see us off and whose presence in our
lives loses immediacy and “realness” with every year we spend overseas.
I grieved when my grandparents passed away, but not because I was sad
they’d died. I grieved because of the realization that I’d really never
known them. I had grown up visiting them for a week during my HMA
summers, but I felt as close to them as I did to anyone else I saw
rarely.
MKs who attend boarding school might also feel the loss of their
immediate family, though modern technology has made it so much easier to
keep in touch by Skype, affordable phone rates and emails. That
requires a commitment and diligence on the part of parents that isn’t
always there, given the taxing demands of a life in ministry. For
children whose parents are too busy to call or write, the loss is felt
on a visceral level.
And then there are those peripheral losses
that happen like random meteor strikes, leaving craters that can neither
be filled nor erased. I grew up at the European Bible Institute,
immersed in a subculture in which a new batch Bible school students
arrived every year and another batch graduated. As a child who was
mistreated in the French school system, it was in the young adults of
EBI that I invested my heart, devoting myself to these kind and
compassionate “grown-ups” who saw in bucktoothed Little Shell someone to
be heard and embraced. Every time I fell into friendship with another
student, I kicked myself: they were going to leave in a year or two
anyway, so why get attached? Like many MKs, I’d tried to adopt a
love-no-one mantra at a young age, my attempt at sparing myself from
more painful goodbyes. But I’d soon discovered that I craved meaningful
relationships more than I feared another loss. I could try all I
wanted to remain aloof in order to avoid more painful goodbyes, but a
life of solitude seemed a worse fate than familiar grief.
Adding to the weight of losses is the
transient nature of the missionary community. We know that the time
span missionaries devote to overseas work varies, and there’s a certain
security in knowing who is there for one year, who is there for two
years, and who is there for life. We know the goodbyes will be
inevitable, but we can also brace ourselves for them when we see them
coming. But it’s those unexpected departures that catch us off-guard
and unprepared. Having to evacuate a country in the middle of the
night, as some of my former students had to do. Seeing best friends get
on a plane because a sudden family emergency had forced them to move
back to the States. Watching others slip out of our lives because their
mission requested they move to another field, because they ran out of
funding or because of interpersonal tensions. There are countless
reasons for missionaries to “move on,” and each one of them leads to the
kind of losses that can cause difficulties in relationships, life
stability and personal vulnerability.
Fear of loss can be one of the most
influential motivators in an MK’s life. The area in which it is most
obvious is relationships. Because we know (from experience) that we’ll only have our friends for a limited amount of time, we often act in predictable ways:
- We enter into relationships quickly and deeply, not wanting to waste days and weeks on the usual social dances. Typically, an MK will “dive deep,” immediately asking pointed questions, revealing intimate details about his/her life and maybe even in some way testing the new arrival. Where “normal” friendships begin casually and slowly mature into something meaningful, MK relationships skip all the preliminaries in a zeal to get to the “real stuff” fast…just in case the person will have to leave tomorrow. Ironically, this means that we’ll only be more attached by the time that dreaded separation happens. We’re creating more pain by loving more deeply–and we know it.
- The flip-side of that approach is trying to protect ourselves. We’ve learned that relationship invariably leads to pain, so we barricade ourselves inside a fragile self-sufficiency and keep reminding ourselves that we need no one and want no one. If this strategy works (and it occasionally does), it can lead to serious difficulties in ever allowing anyone close, unless the MK receives the kind of help that will free him/her from this self-defensive strategy.
- We tend to see all relationships as having an expiration date. This can be a detriment to being able to think in terms of lifelong commitment. We’re so used to seeing profound friendships torn apart by life’s vagaries that it’s sometimes uncomfortable for us to be engaged in long-term friendships with no end in sight, without any of the urgency that has mostly defined our previous relational style.
- Some of us erroneously conclude that the reason people keep leaving must be because there’s something wrong with us. We must be unlikable and unworthy of their loyalty. We must be ugly, stupid or just plain uninteresting. It’s a torturous way to live.
- We may get angry at whatever we think has caused the lack of stability in our lives. Maybe it’s God’s fault. Maybe it’s the missionary world’s fault. Maybe it’s life’s fault. Maybe it’s our parents’ fault. Whatever it is, we don’t like it. And it erodes us.
Another trait common to most MKs is that we
tend to accumulate and relive our grief. When someone we love leaves,
it’s not just that loss that burdens us. Every departure brings up all
the pain and tearing-apart of previous departures. When I was growing
up and had to say another goodbye, I would feel paralyzed with grief,
even when the person leaving wasn’t necessarily a close friend. But I
wasn’t just grieving for that departure, I was also grieving for every
single time I’d had to say goodbye in my life up to that point.
Grieving another loss. Angry at another loss. Bemoaning the lifestyle
that had caused them to happen so frequently and wishing it didn’t have
to happen again and again and again. Every goodbye released the
accumulated angst and sorrow of a lifetime of losses, and there was
little anyone could do to soothe the jagged pain.
Unfortunately, the world of missions will
always be a place where people come and go at dizzying speeds, where
transfers happen without warning and friendships develop fast and most
often die suddenly. BFA’s graduations yield some of the most emotional
and agonizing goodbyes I’ve ever seen. These teenagers have lived
together for years, sharing so much in common and overcoming so much
through vulnerability and love. If you didn’t know the context, you’d
think they were preparing to watch each other die in front of a firing
squad!
I was much the same even in my adult years,
facing every major goodbye with feelings that seemed more suited to
sudden death than to geographical distance. It wasn’t until my
mid-twenties that I realized that every goodbye triggered the re-lived,
accumulated grief of a lifetime of losses. The best anyone can do to
help an MK coping with accumulated losses is to point out that a
departure isn’t a death. With modern social networking sites, email,
Skype and so many other communication tools, there’s no reason why a
friendship should just disappear because distance intervenes. We may
lose proximity, but we need not lose love.
- Realizing that the word “everybody” may be an overstatement! It is important that we recognize and cherish those friendships we’ve had that have lasted more than a handful of months. Looking back, I can now see friendships in my youth that did last for three or four years, but I was so busy bemoaning the loss of others that I never recognized what I had .
- Allowing each goodbye to validate how full, rich and beautiful that friendship was. Choosing to celebrate what we had even as we grieve. As in most things in life, it’s so easy to focus just on the painful. It takes extra effort to acknowledge the good. If occasions such as grad can help us to see how unique and precious those relationships have been and how fortunate we’ve been to have them, that can further encourage a long-distance friendship that may be different, but won’t necessarily be weaker. Which leads to…
- Investing the time, organization and effort it takes to maintain long-distance friendships with those we love most dearly.
- Realizing our need for relationships and choosing to continue to invest in them, even if they may cause pain in the future. The benefits of relationships are worth the effort, commitment, and risk of further loss.
Allow me to repeat that, because if you’re
an MK like me, it’s a Truth we’d all do well to remember: the benefits
of relationship are worth the risk of loss.
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