Thoughts on a Missionary's Ultimate Sacrifice

Today, two fellow missionaries, a brother and sister in Christ, were laid to rest in the African country of Zambia. Jay and Katrina Erickson were killed in a plane crash on Saturday, leaving behind two little girls almost the exact ages of Blake and Callie. Their friends, family, and the entire missionary aviation community are in a state shock and grief. They had only been flying in Africa since February and it was Katrina's first time off the station since they had arrived. Jay had attended Moody Aviation with Matt and had begun flying for a small mission hospital in Zambia.

Matt and I have had heavy hearts all week as the full weight of this news has sunk in. Thinking about those little girls, it's difficult not to look at our own precious babies as we ponder our future in Indonesia. We have always known the risks, but it's easy to think that it won't happen to us. Fear is such a poison, waiting to creep in and immobilize it's victims. Yet in 2 Timothy it says "For God did not give us a spirit of fear, but of power, love, and of a sound mind (1:7). I think back to when I struggled with my call to the mission field and all of the horrible things that could happen to me or, mostly, to my family. I think of the questions He has asked me over the years as I struggled with my own fear....am I not worth it? Did I not give my life for you? Do you trust me.....trust that I see the big picture and that I cause all things to work together for good? Will you follow me no matter the cost, even if it is great in order to bring others into salvation? Wrestling with these questions brought me to a place of peace and surrender. Yes, Lord, you are worth it.

Jay and Katrina may have wrestled with similar fears taking their two girls to Africa, but they placed their trust and their lives in their loving Creator, knowing that "to live is Christ, to die is gain (Phil 1:21)." We know that just as He promised, He will bring good out of this tragedy and that as believers we are not without hope. We have peace in the fact that this is only our temporary home. We can look forward to the fact that we will get a new, perfect body and that Jesus is preparing a place for us. Jay also had this peace. It seems that God was even preparing him for what was to come. On April 20th he wrote these words on his blog:

Oddly enough, I (Jay) have been pondering the concept of death since arriving at Chitokoloki. Living next door to a bush hospital, we hear quite clearly the wails of mourning with each death. And these occur frequently, being about every other day. In addition, I have been reading through Israel’s wanderings through the wilderness and all the times God’s wrath was poured out such that each time thousands were consumed, bitten, swallowed, or otherwise perished. Still again, I have been reading Out of the Silent Planet by C.S. Lewis, which though a fictional work, deals philosophically with death. Even in eating meat here when I saw the creature alive that morning reminds me of the topic.



I did not plan the correlation, but it caused me to think along these lines and realize again in a new way that there is nothing sad about the death of a Christian. The only sadness (and I do not intend to belittle this aspect) is in the loss of companionship by those left behind. And yet, to contrast this, the level of tragedy is so vast for the passing of an unbeliever. To borrow from physics, it seems the “equal and opposite reaction.”


It warms my heart to hear the frequent and fervent preaching of the Gospel here. Perhaps it is the real presence of death here that we seem so surgically removed from in the USA which is the motivation. At any rate, I hope it will inspire me to get over those inhibitions which so easily hinder me from speaking.


I will close with a quote from C.S. Lewis which is at the foundation of my thinking: “You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.” And I know that when this body dies, my soul will get a new one.

*Please keep the families of Jay and Katrina in your prayers, especially their sweet little girls as they return from Africa to live with relatives in Seattle.

Setbacks

Unfortunately since we arrived back in Spokane we have been hit with some frustrating setbacks. The day before we left Arizona, my (Ellie) back went out and I could barely move. We weren't sure if we'd even be able to fly home but we forced it because we really needed to get back. I won't lie, it was a horrible day of travel. I was in excruciating pain the entire time, almost passed out at check in, and Callie had to miss a nap and was pretty difficult, but we made it. Since then I've been bedridden for several days without much improvement. Thankfully my parents came the day after arriving home and have been a huge help.

In addition, today was supposed to be the day to tackle our house/yard projects in preparation to sell and we woke up to rain! People from the church came to help but there wasn't much we could do since most of the projects that need to be done are outside. We will get it all done when it gets done I guess. In the meantime we need to just trust that God has good reasons for all of these things.

We could really use prayer for healing for my back. It's hard not to feel completely discouraged as this has been an ongoing issue. I'm still working with a physical therapist to build my core strength, but the fact that I am pregnant doesn't help the issue (the hormones cause the joints/ligaments to be loose).

Please also continue to pray that we can overcome the obstacles to selling the house and moving out, and for peace during this time.

Thank you to all who are a part of this journey with us, and for your prayer and encouragement!