After 3 years… I find myself on The World Race again. Before I left this time, I mentioned how I was at a loss to describe my feelings for how this trip and experience has grown since that First World Race. Now that I’m in the Dominican Republic with my squad, I still have no words. It’s not a trip anymore. It’s no
t a pioneer project. This is a proven process that works to transform a generation into sold out disciples of the King that live a lifestyle of spirit-led ministry and passionate worship of the Father.
My eyes see the new and remember the old. I’ve never been to the Dominican Republic before, but I’ve been here. I’ve been to the place where you encounter God amidst a people longing for hope. So many faces flash in my eyes as I look at the children here. I remember the kids at the camp in Bosnia… the kids in the slums in Africa… the street kids in India. I remember what God did in Ivana’s life at that summer camp, and children from the orphanage partnering with us to put on an outreach in Kenya, and I remember being led into the throne room of the King when the kids in India sang. I see these kids with those eyes and know what God can and will do these next few months. He’s using this generation to show the love of the King to the nations. The generation that sa
ys yes to this call will go forth and do mighty things by His power and His leading. This is the generation. I’m a part of the generation that says YES!
My squad says yes. I watched this week at Launch Training as 54 people worshiped and allowed God to work in their hearts in preparation for going to the nations with the Gospel. I see hands lifted high. I see people dancing, abandoned for the Father. I see a room of people breaking chains that have held them down for far too long.
I love being a part of this. Each day I get to hear stories of what God is doing in their hearts as they go out to their ministries, pray for their teammates, and live in a different culture. I get to hear what’s been tough and give encouragement and prayer. When it gets to the point where they have to choose brokenness I get to tell them what it’s like on the other side. Who wouldn’t love this job!?
I know one thing is certain… my heart has already been broken. My heart has been broken for the 52 Racers on this January 2009 squad. I want them to see the world they are traveling with Jesus’ eyes and with an open heart. I believe it’s going to happen. I know it’s going to happen.
So here I go again. I leave with a new perspective and a belief that this is the generation that will give everything to God to see Him come and move in every street, every barrio, every slum, every metropolis, every village, every nation. I didn’t know that was what this was all about when I left the first time in 2006. Now I know. J
