This trip is all about variety- just look at its mission. But just because we’ve signed up for the world race does not mean that we are living the world race. Every day we look into faces, faces that wonder what we are doing camped out on the lawn of a church. We see heads that hang with the heaviness of depression and hopelessness. Children run through the yard- longing for a touch, a smile, an attempted word in Spanish.
It’s easy to disengage your heart, to sit back and watch the world around you silently fade into darkness. Because being the one who picks up the broken, crying, eight year- old, fatherless boy means that your half- way clean clothes will pick up the smell of his dirty, sweaty, unwashed clothes. Allowing him to rest his head on your shoulder while you tickle his back means that the ‘clean’ feeling you once had from a brief encounter with a bucket of water is gone. It means that the walls you’ve built to protect your heart collapse. Tears fall freely.
Being broken for the nations is a choice. We don’t have to carry the burden. There are plenty of ways to imitate church in Mexico as it is played in the States. It is easy to rest in our plastic lawn chairs and ask the Lord to show up without ever expecting that he really will.
All of heaven is waiting- waiting in expectation. Will they get it? WILL THEY GET IT ALL? Heaven is waiting to invade earth, to fill our hearts, and to make our hands carriers of grace and mercy. We have been called to walk only in love and to give everything. I want more! I WANT IT ALL!
