This month has been showing me that ministry can look like anything, literally anything. If you don’t put yourself or God in a box, you can do ministry anytime, anywhere.
Even at 2am playing volleyball on the beach.
We play every Wednesday and Thursday with whoever wants to come. The usual crowd ends up being lady-boys, drunk tourists, missionaries, refugees, prostitutes, members of the mafia, and us.
I have to tell you, every night is an experience to remember, but it’s also a night to love people for who they are, where they are.
To love the lady-boys when society treats them as less than trash.
To love the drunk tourist when many write them off or talk to them only for their money.
To love the missionaries as normal people when churches often try to exalt them.
To love the refugees when they are often treated as a burden.
To love the prostitutes when they are seen as objects and not people.
To love the mafia men when most people are too scared or couldn’t care less to talk to them.
Each night we have a special opportunity to love each person for who God created them to be, rather than who the world shaped them to be.
This opportunity is showing me just how much ministry can happen at home. Ministry can happen anywhere, any time. Even at the grocery store, coffee shop, office, fast food drive-thru, library, school, and any other place we step into on any given day.
All it takes is looking at someone as God created them to be. Loving them where they’re at for who they are.
I don’t think that’s asking too much, do you?
