Serving Christ is Simple….

When we think of serving Christ, especially in the regards to the missions field, we think of crawling through the mud to A remote tribe deep in the darkest bowels of some god-forsaken jungle. Or sometimes maybe it’s a dusty trek in a Land Rover wearing khaki pants and shirt across the African savannah to an orphanage that’s made out of grass.

Good news. It’s not that complicated.

Serving Christ is telling all of Honduras that you are mercenaries instead of missionaries, because your spanish is terrible.
Serving Christ is getting the whole squad sick from working with a billion kids in a Guatemalan day care.
Serving Christ is folding gauze wearing scrubs and face masks to keep from contaminating it, but no gloves.
Serving Christ is checking homeless men and women at the door for contraband.
Serving Christ is playing countless games of chess, checkers, and dominoes with a man without teeth, knowing that it means the world to him.
Serving Christ is hanging sheet metal roofing in a boys orphanage. (ok, this one is pretty dangerous. Look at one of Matthew Fitzgerald’s blogs about it.
Serving Christ is handing out flyers for church on Sunday.
Serving Christ is using the most useless form of painting on an entire compound, just because it is far cheaper.
Serving Christ is clearing a 300 foot long fence line of bamboo and thistle so it can be painted.
Serving Christ is painting the base section of the wall Around the guard house three times over because it keeps raining and washing it off.
Serving Christ is trimming hedges.
Serving Christ is pulling concrete plaster off a wall.
Serving Christ is mowing grass.
Serving Christ is moving 4 cubic meters of unwanted concrete before it dries.
Serving Christ is shoveling an ungodly amount of pig poo to clear a pen.

Serving Christ is simple. It’s just serving in his name. It’s serving out of love with no thought to how your shoes are going to smell afterword.