I’ve seen the Spirit move in ways I haven’t seen in a long time. People are accepting Christ and willing to be prayed over. Gypsies pour out of their homes wanting to hear the Good News. Skeptics open their homes to us and we leave with tears in their eyes. Elderly and infants attend our outreach concerts. The conviction people pray with out here leaves me embarressed of my own faith. I’m left wondering why I don’t have the same fervor for God that our ministry partners have. It hits me that these people are full heartedly dependant on God and I reflect a feeble image of an ideal faith. The honest truth is life has been pretty easy thus far. We’ve had roofs over our heads, mattresses to sleep on and stoves to cook with. The villages we’ve worked in are more friendly and safe than most areas in the States. I never thought I could become complacent in a new world with just a few possessions. Yet I find myself complaining about the types of ministry we do and irritated if I can’t go to the store to buy snacks. Since when has this trip ever been about me anyways?
Philippians 2:3-4, “Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others.” I believe it takes waking up everyday and intentionally making the decision to love outside yourself for anyone to accomplish this passage. Especially when times are easy we can find ourselves whining about things that just don’t matter in the end. So I refocus myself on why I’m here and begin to walk in grace again.
