This is a missionary I can appreciate. Very down-to-earth. No pious smokescreens. She’d probably not get support from most churches in the U.S.
She provides a sharp contrast to the standard short-term mission trip model, which is roughly as follows. A dozen (or so) privileged teen and preteen (but not infrequently adult) Westerners with fanny packs and bandanas traveling to a less-privileged part of the world under the pious presumption that they’re doing their part in fulfilling the Great Commission.
Short term mission trips might, theoretically speaking, possibly be a potentially good thing (translate that into modal logic for extra credit). Yes, there are many good things that can result from a short-term mission trip. But they are the exception to the rule. Most short-term mission trips can be summed up by one word: waste. Wasted money. Wasted time. Wasted resources. President of Center for Student Missions at a Reformed Church in America agrees (though I can’t say I’m totally on board with the platitudinous suggestions for making them better).
Thousands of dollars of airfare, logistical nightmares for the foreign hosts, consumption of already-limited food and shelter, etc. all to have reported first hand the mind-blowing revelation that other people aren’t as rich as we are and that foreign kids are cute. Invariably afterward one always “feels a calling” from God to the very place they visited. Th Lord works in mysterious ways…
But really, the idea behind the short-term mission trip is genius. It allows one to vacation around the world on someone else’s dime under the ostensibly self-sacrifical pretense of doing the Lord’s hard work. That self-sacrifice and hard work usually consists of sleeping on one mattress instead of two, eating odd but still delicious cuisine, performing a skit or interpretive dance, and maybe hammering some nails or stacking some bricks (because, as we all know, only educated Westerners know how to use a hammer or stack bricks). All of which gets squeezed in between sight-seeing. Of course, no one thinks of mission trips this way. But convincing yourself otherwise is part of the task. If you find yourself on a mission trip and begin to doubt that, just repeat to yourself “We’re not here on vacation” x3 and lo, you’ll be inoculated against reality in due time. That these trips are thought of as mission work is amusing in that sad-but-amusingly-ironic way.
But the most damning feature of short-term missions is not the disasters in stewardship they are. The the most damning feature is that they have ruined the idea of true missions and missionary work. Even apart form avoiding the utterly condescending “savior” image of Westerners stooping low enough to step on foreign soil, just think of all the waste that could be saved if we thought of missions first and foremost in terms of who’s a few feet away from me that needs help. So in addition to being better stewards, true mission work entails being better neighbors. But, thanks in-part to short-term mission work, that’s not what status quo Christianity presents as “missionary work.” “Missionary work,” according to the ridiculous accepted narrative, is all about “leaving your comfort zone” (presumably leaving your comfort zone requires traveling abroad; not coincidentally, so does vacationing). But the narrative gets things exactly backwards: short-term missionary work effectively avoids the much harder, less-comfortable task of true missionary work: that of forming and nurturing long-term relationships. Because that’s not something we can readily abandon in three weeks. That’s not something we can take a picture of and triumphantly display before a congregation of self-congratulating pew potatoes who tell themselves “this wouldn’t be possible without my support.” In short, it’s down-to-earth and cuts through pious smokescreens. But ain’t nobody got time for that.