Missions...

I totally should be heading to bed right now but I have a really busy week ahead of me and don’t know when the next chance will be for me to blog. So I might be a little more tired than usual tomorrow but at least I will have gotten these thoughts out of my head and easier to process later on. Who needs sleep anyway…right?

So tonight our church had a concert to benefit International Justice Mission called Blackout Injustice. The Justin Cofield Band played and as a group we were able to raise $3,500 enough to free 7 people from slavery. AWESOME!!! Towards the end of the concert Justin was giving some background on the next song they were going to play and what he said got me thinking. He was talking about a mission trip he and his wife took to East Asia. He said on the plane ride home he was thinking about how he had flown all that way to minister and tell other people about God, but that he had never even done that with his neighbor. His neighbor, someone not miles and miles away from him but a few steps next door, had never heard about Christ. He went on to say that that’s when he realized that the word mission doesn’t just mean going around the world to share Christ with others. It also means showing Christ to people that you see every day, whether that person is your neighbor, your boss, your friend at school, or your family member.

That is what got me thinking. How much time do I spend telling my neighbors about God? I know that I have a passion for what God is doing around the world through organizations like 410 Bridge and IJM, especially in Kenya. I also know that it is my dream to spend time living in Africa showing people there God’s unconditional love. But knowing that this is what I want to do has led to frustration because the timing for that to happen is most definitely a few years down the road. I have spent time worried that somewhere in the next few years of college that my passion and drive to make my dream a reality will not be as important to me as it is now. I fear that I will allow things to get in the way and convince myself that things are just not going to work out.

So I have prayed and asked God to give me a peace to know that if the dreams I have are in his plan that he will work them out. But I have still struggled with what that means for me right now…today. So what Justin said really felt like God showing me what I needed to do. My passion for missions can stay important to me because I can use them right here in the Lake Jackson and next year at college. I can look forward to what God has in store for me to do in Kenya and around the world. But in the mean time I can do what I love doing and show God’s love to the people I come in contact with every day. I need to take the focus off of myself, my plans, and my worries and love everyone unconditionally, whether they live in China, Africa, India or right here in Texas. That in itself is missions and is what God calls every single one of us to do.