WENDY LUDOVICI
Missionary in East Africa
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GOOD NEWS ARTICLE - June 1998
Wendy Ludovici

THE ROAD TO THE MISSION FIELD
Part One: The "Call"


As I experience my first real furlough after becoming a full-time missionary I have fielded many questions from people on many different levels about what it's like to be a missionary and what it's like on the mission field these days. As I spend time with some of you I realize that we've never really had the chance to get to know one another beyond Sunday morning chatter in most cases. I'm finding that some of you are thinking seriously about missions as a part of your service to the Kingdom of God; some of you desire to pray more specifically for my ministry, and some of you are curious as to what a missionary does. For these reasons I thought it appropriate to give you one missionary's story, namely mine.

Being a missionary in Africa was not on my childhood dream list. My childhood dream list included being a professional baseball player, an astronaut, and a band director. I wanted to follow in the footsteps of my current heroes: Johnny Bench, Neil Armstrong, and Mrs. Kearney (my elementary school band director). Later on, I discovered a new hero in the man Jesus Christ. I became a Christian in a United Methodist Church's confirmation class in Cincinnati, Ohio and joined the youth group, which I attended throughout Junior and Senior High School. As a musician I enjoyed the contemporary Christian music and choruses that were becoming a more prevalent expression of worship in the church. I went to a weeklong Christian music camp in California for two consecutive summers during my high school years, which heightened my desire to serve God through music. That, coupled with my instrumental training in school and private lessons, led me to decide to major in music in college.

I received a scholarship to North Texas State University, probably because I was one of the few people who played the oboe. It was a secular university, but within my first year I was introduced to a church that helped me to maintain a growing relationship with the Lord. One of the extracurricular programs I became involved in was with international students. I became a conversational partner to help internationals desiring to join the university to learn to speak English more fluently. Through that, I came face to face with several Muslims who challenged my faith and incited a desire in me to share the Gospel of Jesus Christ cross-culturally. I started to read books on missions, get involved in missions prayer groups and listen more carefully to missionary speakers! Keith Green, a young contemporary Christian musician and recording artist, died that year. His wife, Melanie, toured the country with slides and video clips of a recent trip she and Keith had taken around the world to see the needs of the poor throughout the world. After her presentation, she asked if any of those present would be willing to stand and commit their lives to serving God's Kingdom cross-culturally. I stood with only slight hesitation. To my horror, she asked all those who stood to come to the front of the auditorium and go to the booth of the people group we'd like to serve. I had no idea, at this point, which people group I wanted to serve, nor was I ready to make that kind of commitment; but I wandered up to the front and looked at the materials at each booth. I landed at the booth for "tribal peoples", signed my name on something and took home some brochures. Little did I know that 12 years later I would be involved in full-time ministry to tribal peoples in East Africa!

Now, I'm not sure that this was a "call". At least not like I hear some people talk about their "call" to full-time ministry. The way I looked at it is that it there were some very real needs on the mission field, it was something I wanted to do and felt capable of doing. Those, I believe, are the first ingredients of "the call".

(In Part Two I'll talk a little bit about the training and equipping I had before I ventured out full-time. In Part Three I'll mention some of the early hurdles I had to cross as well as describe life on the field in general.)

Part Two

 
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