Ministry is so different than I ever thought it would be. It can be teaching, praying, singing, playing, laughing, preaching, listening… literally anything.
One thing I've learned over the last 5 months on the Race is that ministry is a lifestyle. It's simply living life. It just so happens I'm living my life traveling for the next 6 months. When I get home ministry will not stop and will probably look different every day in some ways.
A few days ago ministry for us looked like going to a church member's house to pray for healing. I'll admit I struggle with the concept of asking for healing. This man was moaning, crying, 86 years old, starving, and IN PAIN. As I put my hands on him to ask God for healing I could feel his stomach growling from hunger… and I was blank. My prayer consisted of, "God I have no idea what to ask for. I just ask that You heal him and that if there are any spirits in him that don't serve you as their Lord that they leave in the name of Jesus."
That's it. That's all I had. My thoughts were running rampant with thoughts of skepticism. Would God actually heal him? Would I get to see a healing?
He wasn't healed, and I was confused. Doesn't the Word tell us to ask for things? Is healing not a good enough thing to ask for? I mean- I think it's a pretty "Christian" thing to ask for (Here's a great article on why God doesn't always heal the sick).
The next day we learned that the man passed away.
Ministry today was going to a Buddhist/Christian funeral. Ministry today was singing about God's love at this Buddhist/Christian funeral. Ministry today was getting to see 2-3 generations who came to Christ because in 2005 a Buddhist monk of 15 years came to Christ. Today- around 40 non-believers got to hear about Jesus because God chose "not" to heal… and our prayers killed him.
Hallelujah!
