Looking back on things, I never would have thought that I would have a heart for missions. However, this summer I had the opportunity to lead short term mission trips for high school students in Red Lake MN, a closed Native American reservation. God has been tugging on my heart since my freshman year of college, but during those 11 weeks I grew closer to God in a completely new way. Now those 11 weeks have turned into 11 months, and I know that it won’t stop there.
Since that time, Jesus has been screwing up my life, and I mean that in the best way. You see there has been this question that keeps coming up. It’s not why did you decide to go on the world race? The question on my mind is the one that Jesus will one day ask me: I was hungry, did you feed me? I was naked, did you clothe me? I was in prison, did you visit me? I was a stranger, did you invite me in?
Well did you? Will you?
I personally am not satisfied with my answer to that question. I understand that salvation does not depend on works, but faith without works is dead. My love for Jesus makes me want to have a better answer to this question. After all, He says that whatever you do to the least of these my children, so you do unto me.
This is my drive in life. I want to give everything that I have for Jesus and for the kingdom and Jesus tells us that he’s out there, among the poor and the hurting. So why am I not? This trip is only the beginning of my journey. Have you begun yours?
