G42. A tribe. Coming Alive. Swimming in the Mystery. Identity and Calling. The World Race.
What is this all about? Great question… a question I’ve asked myself repeatedly this year. The World Race started as a mission trip… a rather long interesting mission trip. It combined so many interests… God, traveling, helping people, community, etc. It’s not that they conceal information… they tell you it’s going to be hard, you’re going to break many times over, the year will go really fast, you will never be the same…. and that it will be worth it. But like so many things… you really just can’t understand until you’re out in the world… struggling, breaking, speeding along, changing forever, and learning that it is indeed worth it.
There is a movement that walks hand in hand with The World Race called G42… or the 42nd generation. This is a tribe of people sold out for Jesus, trying to live out their faith the best they can, aiming to raise up a generation of people that will receive their inheritance… oh, and a little thing about reclaiming keys to the kingdom every step of the way. I haven’t written earlier about because I don’t know how to explain it… but luckily the amazing men and women behind this tribe having been explaining it in great detail recently… much of which I will disperse to you in my next blog after I tell you just a little about my journey:
Beginning of the Philippines: Seth Barnes did a teaching about a process of abandon, brokenness, dependence on God, empowerment and receiving your identity in Christ, receiving your calling, and confirmation of that calling. I knew at this point (two months in or so) that I had experienced some of this, I knew enough of my identity to know that God had a lot more to show me, and that I wanted to know my calling (in a far off, “who even knows what a calling looks like?” kind of way).
Beginning of Africa: After traveling to Africa for many days, completely drained, I was sitting on the floor of Gary Black’s living room listening to him talk about turning on our gifts, jumping in completely, swimming in the mystery and just running at God full force (this was only maybe 20 minute talk by the way)… enter empowerment… my heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest… there was only one obedient response… I sat Gary and Lisa down at the table and told them the only thing I could… “I don’t even know what this means but, I’m in.”
I’m learning to chase my identity and inheritance through the discomfort and occasional moments of outright pain. I am learning to have God’s eyes and to try to allow myself to see people as God sees them. God, Community, traveling and helping people are still some of my favorite things… I just see them from a different view point. I’ve even received some pieces of my calling (stay tuned!).
Two little words “I’m in.” And I can’t go back.
They didn’t lie…this is hard. And it is worth it.
