I don’t have to go to 4 different countries around the world starting in September. I don’t have to do this to show Jesus I love Him.
Right now I am about to have a lunch with my Dad, it’s 11:27 am on a Monday and moral of the story is that while ordering my tacos, I realized that I am just as much as a missionary NOW as I will be when I land in Ecuador.
…I used to think that the most important part of the verse “Go and make disciples of all nations” was the word “go”
So, I WENT! “i’m Going! I’m doing it, following Him!”
But no,
I’ve realized that I had it wayy wrong.
this past month being home from training camp i realized how prideful and ignorant my perspective was before hand, even though i didn’t think so at the time. I realized that my mindset of this gap year used to be “Wow. A 9 month mission trip! I’m doing it, I get to serve Him then!”
the real translation of the verse is “AS YOU GO.. make disciples of all nations.. baptizing them in the name of the father and the son and the Holy spirit, teaching them to obey all I have commanded you” ((Matthew 28:19))
meaning, as you live -no matter what you do- make disciples. MAKE is the real word. You can be Jesus to others as you are
As a capital B Broke college student, a Momma to messy toddlers, an athlete, a Starbucks barista, as a best friend, second/third/fourth cousin, as a DRIVER. (yes, you.) haha gotcha.
Because, THE WORLD IS THE MISSION FIELD!
I thought that this trip was the ultimate and only way to show my love and that i earned it. Multiple ACTS retreats, being a leader, everything that I had done.
I realized I don’t have to go on the World Race to show God I love Him, He just loves me enough to want me to be a part of His work and what He’s doing.
Like when I was little, my parents would offer me to help make cookies or sweep the floor! I loved it. They didn’t do this because they needed my help. Actuallt I probably made things more of a hassle and started eating the cookie dough and dropping the broom. BUT, they just wanted me to be part of it all, and feel that because they were with me, I could do it!
With our heavenly Dad it’s the same thing- He wants us to be part of it.
At training camp it hit me. This way of Christian-missionary-living was not just for 10 days, or 9 months… it was a way of LIFE.
I don’t have to save being authentic and real and joyful for a 4 day retreat at school, or even 10 day training camp, or even the next 9 months.
I can start now and so can you.
It starts at home.
Editors Note:
[I am still going on the race, because I believe the passions He’s put in my heart have led me to here and i KNOW it’s His next step. If I worried you by the title i’m sorry!! Reader‘s Hook. Thanks @ English teacher.]
