Initially, I was a bit worried about ministry this month.
Door to door evangelism? Straight up walking around villages sharing the Gospel? No relationships, no getting-to-know-you, not even learning their names.
We are simply here to share a message. An urgent one.
It’s been hard for us, as a team. This is new for everyone. We are tired, hot, and exhausted.
And sometimes, we don’t want to go.
(I know, I know. We are missionaries. We are supposed to walk around and heal people with our shadows and never be tired of preaching or praying or holding kids. But we are fallen, selfish, sinful humans as well and I’m trying to be real with you.)
Sometimes we are tired of praying after the 36th person comes up asking that we pray blessings over them.
Sometimes we feel like a traveling circus when we are told to sing for the crowds.
Sometimes I get tired of being completely surrounded by staring Indians.
And then I am convicted and reminded of Who exactly I’m here to serve. And it sure as heck isn’t myself.
How dare I complain about lifting people to my Father in prayer. How dare I believe the lie that people are only listening because we are Americans and that the Word won’t take hold in their hearts. How dare I think that I am too tired or the day has been too long for me to share another story. How dare I forget that there is not a bigger privilege than the Lord trusting me with the most important message in the world.
He’s changed my heart. I love our ministry. We get to intercede on people’s behalves. We get to share how the Lord has radically transformed our hearts and our lives. And most importantly, we get to go out and spread the Good News of the Gospel with people who need to hear it.
Lord, thank You for using us even though we are so unworthy.
