We started meetings for summer mission trips last week and I am so excited about my trip that it is all I can think about. I cannot wait to go back this year and be Jesus to people who have never seen him. My prayer is that I can truly be the hands and feet of Christ and carry out his calling for this time to the best of my abilities. I decided that in my attempts to communicate what a life changing and eye-opening experience global missions can be, I would share some of my journal entries from last years trip to Managua.
Day 1
I am spoiled. I have everything I need, many things I don’t, most of the things I want, yet still I want more. I beg and plead and eventually I get my way and then I move on to the next thing to conquer. I am an American. I eat until I am full, I spend until it’s gone and I still want. Then this happened. You called me. You sent me here. I made excuses. I don’t have the money (it was provided) I don’t have the time, (MY ministry takes all of it… You provided). With my excuses spent, again I must use all of my resources excuses included, I concede. And suddenly as if time stood still until the moment I gave in and then sped up again to make up for what was lost I am here. And true to my nature my question is what’s in it for me? Where are my blessings, where are the spiritual rewards, rain them down, the one you have waited for has hit the mission field, I am still spoiled. But for some reason, the God who loves the true worshippers also loves fair-weather me. Despite myself, he loves me. Despite the fact that I take take take, he hears me. He notices my sorrows and takes note of my pain, and despite the fact that I am ugly and messed up, dirty and greedy, selfish and unkind, he adores me. He loves me with such fervency and tenacity, that despite the fact that I am saying the words describing this love, I can never comprehend it’s full measure. But it is because of this love I become responsible to it. I have a job, a mission, and a purpose and that is not to sell a product. Not to feed a hungry person, not to clean a beach, but to be an institution for change. To be a radical, to make an impact. If this is not my mission I have wasted my time and God’s money. I have wasted airlines gas and honey roasted peanuts, I have wasted resources that could have been used to institute change. So why am I here? Step one: Admit there is a problem. I have been spoiled and am therefore wasteful. Step 2: Resolve to solve it. I must take my mission seriously, Live out loud, become a radical, an institution of change, a catalyst. Then Step 3: Watch the world change.
Over the rest of that week I watched as my team and I changed people’s worlds. Through us, because we were willing to be used by God, He gave gave hope to the hopeless, rest to the restless and redemption to the lost. We watched the scales fall away from people’s eyes. We watched as the lies they had been told about their value were rebuked. We watched a family who’s hope was completely gone find joy in knowing that God loved them. I am so ready to go back.
How will YOU impact the World this year?
