Before I left America everyone was asking what I was going to do in Africa. I talked about starting businesses. I talked about meeting with leaders. I even mentioned a small project to combat human trafficking I was working on. But when people asked if I was planning on teaching, my answer was always a resounding “no”.
Well, I was wrong.
I appreciate the way so many of you held your tongues and tried to keep from looking too smug as you told me that I would eventually teach again. I suppose I was really tired of teaching and needed a break, but that break is officially over.
I love to teach. I am a teacher. I now realize this better than I did before. Like a musician wakes up in the morning with a melody in their head, or an artist wakes with painting/photo/sculpture, I wake up every morning and dream late at night about ways to make the Scriptures understood to people. It is just what I do. It is the melody playing in the background of my life. It’s been quietly playing there for the last 2 years while I didn’t have a formal teaching role. I tried to ignore it, but I can’t anymore.
I started teaching at a small leadership formation school here in Mozambique to a class of 9 young men and women. It is amazing. Even in my broken Portuguese, they are soaking up what I’m teaching.
So alongside of businesses I am starting with young leaders, relationships I am forming with pastors, and a little anti-human trafficking project I play a small part in, I now teach. You see, I am a teacher. I teach, therefore I am.