I started writing this post while I was still in Russia, wanting to capture a little of how I felt, especially after going to church on my last Sunday. However, it then took me well over a month to finish as I wanted to compare it with my experience of returning to my Nottingham church, and then share a little of what I think God’s trying to teach me through the experience so far. Bear with me, it’s a little long, and if religious navel-gazing posts aren’t your thing maybe skip over this one!
From Krasnoyarsk:
I feel more at peace about leaving now, looking forward to seeing everyone in the UK and speaking English for one thing! Nottingham still very much feels like home, and I long to be with my church family again; to have my Lizzie cuddles, Famalam time, to see all the people I know and love so well. I look forward to walking in Wollaton park again, going to The Bean, and back to Relish, and having a drink at The Johnson Arms.
And yet in leaving I honestly feel like my heart is being wrenched painfully apart. I have spent less than 4 months in total in this city, spread over a period of 4 years, and yet it feels so much like home. Although so many things are hard here – even reading a menu takes me forever – I cannot escape the overwhelming feeling that I have come HOME after a long time of waiting. My heart feels at rest here, I feel I’ve been wandering like the Israelites in the desert, only a sojourner in a foreign land in each place I have stopped, until arriving here, where although I hardly know the place I just feel SETTLED! Even in Nottingham, it took me a long time to feel this way, except at St. Mary’s itself where I felt at home from my second visit, and although it has felt and still does feel like home, there has always been a sense of it being a temporary arrangement, somewhat like Joseph and his family sojourning in Egypt for a time (without the subsequent subjection to slavery obviously!).
At church on Sunday as soon as I arrived I had the same sense that I had at St. Mary’s of having come HOME as soon as I walked in. The people smiling and hugging each other in greeting, the children running around playing, the people leading worship at the front – without even knowing their names (except my friends Ksensia and Shandra) I already felt such a sense of love for them as my family in Christ that it was quite overwhelming!
Yet all the things that made me so joyful to have found a church family also reminded me of my St. Mary’s church family so much that the homesickness hit me with such a force I felt tears well up in my eyes. The cute little girl with the blonde curls running around with her paper aeroplane made me long for a cuddle with Lizzie, the older woman fetching her husband a cup of tea made me desperate to chat with Joyce and Ron. I wanted to go home so much, and yet at the same time the thought of being dragged away from this new church family after just finding them hurt so deeply that I felt my heart was being torn in two.
By the end of the service the tears were streaming down my face, and I didn’t know if I was crying out of homesickness, sadness about leaving, or joy at having found somewhere so special. I can’t decide if it helped or made it worse but a woman who I’d never met before saw me crying and without saying a word simply came up and laid a hand on my shoulder and began to pray for me in Russian. Shandra, the lovely American girl who was sat next to me simply held my hand, and I could not hold back the sobs! When the lady finished praying she squeezed my shoulder and went to fetch me some tissues (as anyone who has seen me cry will know, it is not a pretty sight, so they were much needed!). I think that she gathered I was foreign, or at least not ready to talk, so with an encouraging smile she left me to it, and Shandra gave me a much-needed hug. I eventually got it together, dried my eyes and went to get a cup of coffee, and start meeting to lovely people of this church! I met a wonderful Australian lady called Lizette and her adorable children. She questioned me about why I was in Russia, and why I loved Krasnoyarsk so much, and as I fumbled for the right words she smiled knowingly. It is so hard to explain to people back in the UK why this place is so special, but those who have been here understand.
From Nottingham:
Fast forward through a week of goodbyes, a job interview, a job offer, flights, a long wait at the airport, tearful hugs from my mum, the familiar train journey up to the Midlands, tea at the Bishop’s house, etc, and I was finally back at my church in Nottingham. The same mixed feelings I had anticipated from the week before sprung up, but this time in reverse and thankfully with fewer tears (at least the first service!). I was so warmly welcomed home with hugs, kisses, handshakes, smiles, and so many kind words that I didn’t quite know who to talk to first! I almost wanted to touch everyone to be sure they were real and I was actually back (though the hard pew definitely felt pretty real through the sermon!). Singing the familiar songs, listening to familiar voices, seeing familiar faces, even the familiar feel of the pew, and familiar smell of wood and brick, all came together to make me feel joyfully peaceful, which is exactly what I needed after such a tumultuous few weeks. I still missed Krasnoyarsk, and was sad not to be there on Sunday morning to see my friend lead worship, but it felt good to be ‘home’ in a familiar context.
It is a long process that I’m currently figuring out with God of how to get my head and heart around the idea of having two homes, but He has already been teaching me so much through it. When I was still in Russia I had a lot of free time and little to do between coming home from camp and flying back to the UK. There was no internet in the flat and at first I rather grumpily wondered what I would do with myself – it didn’t take long for me to almost be able to hear God’s laugh as I remembered I had only the other day been thinking how wonderful it would be to have the luxury of lots of time to just read the Bible from cover to cover like a normal book. Here was my chance! I confess I didn’t get the whole way through, but I did make it up to Proverbs, and although some bits were pretty hard to understand I loved following the story of Israel and their journey as God’s people. They were for many years sojourners in a foreign land, continuously homesick for a place they hadn’t reached or even seen yet. One of the things I’m struggling with as I try to get my head around this is the idea I might spend my whole life feeling homesick. However as I pondered this I realised that my experience is no different from that of every Christian to some extent. We are all called to be ‘On the earth, not of the earth,’ looking forward to one day living for eternity in our new, true, spiritual home with God. For now we are just ‘sojourners in a foreign land’ not truly part of where we currently reside and feeling homesick, longing for a home we haven’t even seen yet! I find it hard to explain to people the feeling of being ‘at home’ yet homesick at the same time, and yet perhaps it shouldn’t be hard to explain, perhaps it should be more recognised as the normal Christian experience. I’m not suggesting I’m super-spiritual for having this feeling, nor that people who aren’t conscious of it are not spiritual enough, because I think we DO all have a sense of this at times. That sense that this is not all there is to life, that this is not all that life is supposed to be – sometimes that comes in big painful bursts like when we lose someone we love, or suffer a painful illness, something in us cries out, whether actually aloud or internally ‘This isn’t how it’s meant to be! It’s not fair!’ and sometimes it’s in a quieter, more subtle sense of simply feeling slightly out of place or dissatisfied despite things on all accounts being quite tickey-boo! I think these feelings are our consciousness crying out in some way out of homesickness for the home we haven’t reached yet, we just perhaps don’t recognise it as such. I have a feeling someone much more spiritual and eloquent than I, probably C.S Lewis, has written far more clearly and extensively on this idea – if anyone reading this can remind me where I might have read about this idea then I’d appreciate it!
However, I’m trying to remember that this homesickness or whatever you want to call it shouldn’t make me inactive in wherever I am right now! I spent several days after returning from the summer camp tearfully praying for God to provide me with an opportunity to stay or return as quickly as possible. In the end He did, but only the day before I flew out, and not before He’d taught me an important lesson! As I’ve already said, I was spending the time reading through the Bible, and so I was reading through Chronicles in the bath (as you do!), and was struck by David’s song in Chapter 16, verses 8-36. They just describe and glorify God in such a wonderful way that I actually found myself reading them out loud in worship (It’s a probably good thing the lady who owns the flat was away!). I was struck suddenly by the way my prayers of the last few days had in fact been incredibly selfish! I’m not saying that it was wrong for me to pray for an opportunity to return, but for that to be my main (ok, if I’m honest, almost my only) prayer was all wrong. I think it’s completely reasonable ask God for the opportunity to return to a place I love and somewhere I believe He wants me to be, but first and foremost my prayer should not be for Him to put me where I want Him to, but for Him to show me how He wants me to serve and glorify Him in whatever place He chooses to put me; whether that be Krasnoyarsk, Britain, or even Timbuktu! That is my prayer in this time of waiting here in Nottingham, that I would not see this as wasted time in which I am simply frustrated to not be somewhere else, but that I would see this time as just as wonderful an opportunity to worship and serve my King. My prayer is that I would be open to how best He wants me to serve Him in this place, for however long I’m here.
I’m certainly not saying I’ve got that figured out, there are lots of days when I’m frustrated and can’t see why He’s keeping me here, but I do trust that even if I can’t see it then He’s got a plan!