I am called to have the same passion, anointing and effect on my mission field as Heidi Baker in Mozambique. I am called to live in peace AND in power amidst immense poverty, corruption and spirit of suicide – against all odds and loss of possessions/friends/comforts. I am called to bring the Presence of God- and testimony of Jesus Christ to the lost and destitute. Just like the past 1.5 years of living in the 3rd world, I should be good at this!
Only I have been called to one of the most affluent, independent and spiritually unaware cities in the world. The darkness is no lighter than the slums of Africa. The debauchery just as blatant as Sodom. The presence of evil is no less than in the hidden brothels of Southeast Asia. But here most people live in abundance, without any known physical need, without being poor in spirit, with an answer for all their existential questions.
I feel like an only child here. Like a leper and a freak. Totally weird, totally different.
I guess thats been my prayer, huh? But now that I’m here I can’t stop asking…
How do I do this?
How do I LIVE OUT what I have come to know as the absolute truth- in a place where people don’t have “time” for it?
Their aching need for a Savior is looking me in the face and crying out, yet there is no recognition of it.
How do I maintain my focus on the Lord with the billion distractions, options and temptations? Without a community? Cuz it’s hard.
But I don’t have to have the answers.
I guess that’s what God meant when He said ” My grace is sufficient”? H
So I cling to His grace, and His grace alone.
