I usually don’t like to talk about what is going on in my own life, but I am going to make an exception today. As a family, we have been praying about missions for years but the question of where and when has alluded us. About a year about ago we knew that it was time to start the process of moving forward in this but again the where was unclear. Originally it started with a desire to serve in Western Europe and we were thinking Berlin. Through a series of events that only God could orchestrate it became clear that it was not Berlin or Germany but France. So, we started a process and as of a week ago, we were approved to be missionaries to France. We will be starting with a 4-month apprentice to Paris and then will be going back in Spring/Summer of 2020. We are over the moon excited and humbled.
I want to take just a minute to talk about missions and why it is so humbling. It is humbling to be involved in missions because God is allowing us to partner with Him. The mission is God’s missions. There is a term for it called Missio Dei which is Latin for The Mission of God. God is the originator of missions and was the first missionary in the Garden, then to Abraham, then Moses, and finally Jesus. Jesus said He came to seek and save the lost. It is His mission and that He asks us to serve in His plan is so humbling because we were the lost, He came to save. One of my favorite passages of Scripture when it comes to missions is John 4:4 which says, “He had to travel through Samaria.”
It is such an easy passage to read over but if we think about it is an amazing passage. Jews did not associate with or have anything to do with people of Samaria. They would avoid contact at all cost. While the trip Jesus was taking was faster to go through Samaria you always went around. You avoided them at all cost. You never had to go through Samaria. Jesus, on the other hand, said He had to go through there. Jesus had to proclaim the Gospel to these people. He had to. I could talk about this for a long time, but that verse answers the question when I wonder why missions. I have to.
It is not a question or should or would like to but have to. There are so many people who are hurting in the world around us and France is on that list. You can check out the Missions page to see more but the fact is Missions exists because there are people God loves and He wants them to receive His greatest gift. This causes us to respond.
Now I get it not everyone can be a missionary, but we are all called to do our part. Some go and dedicate their life to the call. Some stay and serve locally. Some serve locally and support those who go. Some do many things. The point is, we are all involved. We met a young lady a year or so ago who was going to Germany to do missions. We wanted to help but did not think would could. That changed when our perceptive changed. We realized we could not do as much as we wanted to do but we could do something. So, we signed on as monthly partners to do a little. You know what? It has made all the difference. Our amount is not big but when she announced she was fully funded we wept tears of joy with her. Its not about the money or the amount it is about being in it together. We are part of what she is doing, and I wish I would have gotten this sooner because it is an amazing feeling.
My question is simple what are you doing about missions? This is not a pledge drive question because we trust God’s got what we need (feel free to help though we won’t say no) but a question for your own fulfillment. If God wants us all to participate in missions with Him what are you doing and how can you serve Him? I encourage you, no I beg of you be involved in some way, with someone, with some service because the feeling is amazing. You will connect with God in amazing ways when you are involved in His mission. Maybe God is calling to you cross-cultural missions, maybe to serve in a food bank, maybe to give financially to someone, anything just ask Him and see where He leads you. It will be so great, and I am excited to see what God does in you.
Just a thought,