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By: Kaylyn Buhler on: January 31, 2013
Story Type: Story    

Report from Urbana12

Santo, santo, santo!
Saint oui, Saint oui, Saint oui!!
Holy, Holy, Holy!

Sung by 16,000 students from all over the globe, these words filled the auditorium in downtown St. Louis, MO. For my part, I sang in my beloved Spanish, reminded not only of the roots of my upbringing, but also of the hope of Heaven. Singing in Spanish touched the deepest part of my soul that no song in English could touch, propelling me to worship like never before.

As four languages filled the room, a taste of Heaven overwhelmed my senses: a glorious future where souls from every tongue, tribe, and nation will bow before the Almighty King and fill the halls of Heaven with everlasting praise. Awestruck by the majesty of God and the extent of His Kingdom, I thought of Revelation 4 and 5, which picture the greatest worship session of all time.

As my grandfather used to say, “Even so, come quickly, Lord Jesus!” What a day that will be!

Throughout the weekend of Urbana 2012 I spoke with more people than I can count at the Camino booth in the exhibition hall. Passionate about missions, they asked questions about Camino and even showed interest in my past as a missionary kid. I felt more at home than I had felt in a long time as I engaged in talk of missions every day.

With the wear and tear of daily work and school in Texas, I sometimes forget my rich cross-cultural upbringing. My heart for missions sometimes beats fainter and fainter as the presence of comfortable Christianity numbs my passion for the world and for the lost. Urbana awakened me in a sense.

As a missionary kid, I have always been sensitive to those around me and invested my efforts and energy into adjusting to the culture and people around me. With this natural adaptability, I am guilty of accepting cultural norms contrary to my upbringing and my convictions as a Christian. Urbana once again convicted me to refuse to adapt to a complacent Christian bubble. I needed this reminder.

Kaylyn Buhler, daughter of Camino missionaries Bob and Sharla Buhler, served with the Camino Team at Urbana12.

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