It’s only natural that I find perfect time to write a blog post smack dab in the middle of my paper on US. Attorney Patrick Fitzgerald’s Special Counsel against Lewis “Scooter” Libby concerning the infamous “Plame Leak.”
As classes start winding down, I can’t help but realize how much I’ve had to gear up for some of the things that are going on the future. One week from this very second, Lord willing, I will be standing (or sitting) in Kampala, Uganda on the verge of what is by far my craziest dreams come true.
One small desire for adventure and justice, two months, and $15,000 later I sit here a little amazed at what God can do when you give him the wheel. This is the testimony of my life, although being seen most freshly by this mission to Africa.
I write the following bit directed toward my best friend in the hopes that he’s still reading these little blog posts. If you’re having trouble identifying yourself I’ll give you the aid in that you have once almost blown up your entire head by blowing on the .5 cm glowing wick of a homemade pipe bomb. Golly I loved my child hood.
But man, I wish I could take you with me next week. I wish you could feel the freedom in dropping the trivial “necessities” of academia and careers for just one month. To leave all of your personal anxieties of grades, classes, girlfriends, internships, etc. and not just so that you’ll have no anxieties, but to leave them 11,000km away in order to dawn an entirely new set of Godly anxieties for 3 and a half weeks.
With this much time away from simple things like American pop culture, music, televisions or computers, you’d gain a perspective on the world that isn’t available to the other 99.9% of American citizens. A perspective that screams out that there’s so much more out there, so much to be done beyond what American culture says needs to be done. So much beyond the success that the world speaks of in having that white picket fence and 2.5 kids and fancy job title. I’m not bashing this entirely, but trying to to let you know that you would see a larger perspective that would overshadow this one that has been engrained into our minds for the last 20 years.
I wish you could see how God is working on a global scale. And then I wish you would relate it back to the fact that this God of the world who is literally changing the nations by the hundreds of thousands, who is leading a movement of justice to bring freedom to the captives in bondage from sin and despair, is the same God you pray to when you ask for help on an exam.
God said in Habakkuk 1:5
5 “Look among the nations, and see;
wonder and be astounded.
For I am doing a work in your days
that you would not believe if told.
I wish you’d be able to see and believe first hand the things that I’ve told you about, and to be in wonder and astonishment.
I’m really fired up because I just listened to a sermon that set an inferno under my butt to answer the call to live as though Christ actually died for me. It’s called “Doing Missions when Dying is Gain” and can be heard/read here: http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/MostPopular/1813_Doing_Missions_When_Dying_Is_Gain/
I think you would love this sermon because it’s basically a guy yelling at 500 college students about what it means to be a martyr and for them to see if they’re called to it. It’s nuts. This story he told in his sermon really stuck out to me and is pretty powerful.
I was in Amsterdam a couple weeks ago talking to another wild-eyed wonderful missions group, Frontiers, led by Greg Livingstone. What a great group. Five hundred people sitting in front of me who risk there lives everyday among Muslim peoples. And to listen to them! During the conference they were getting emails, which they would stand up and read, saying “Please pray for X. He was stabbed in the chest three times yesterday, and the worst thing is his children were watching him. He’s in the hospital in critical condition.” Then they say, “This is a missionary in the Muslim world, let’s pray for him,” and we would go to prayer. Next day another email comes, and this time six Christian brothers in Morocco have been arrested. “Let’s pray for them,” so we did. And so it was throughout the conference. And at the end of it the missionaries were ready to go back.
Do you think I’m going to come back to America and be the same? Do you think I’m going to stand up in front of my church and say, “Let’s have nice, comfortable, easy services. Let’s just be comfortable and secure.”
I’m personally discovering what it means to live as a Christian. To “deny myself and take up my cross daily” (Luke 9:23) and try to understand what that means practically. It’s a hard calling and it’s not for the faint of heart.
“Heaven and earth may pass away, but my word will never pass away.” And it was Jesus who said this in Matthew 24:14, not me.So this mission that we’re on together is going to finish. It’s going to be done, and you can either get on board and enjoy the triumph or you can cop-out and waste your life. You have only those two choices, because there is no middle option like, “Maybe it won’t happen, and I can be on the best side by not jumping on board.” That won’t happen.
This is a bit harsh but it’s an invitation. Not just to you, my brother, but to everyone reading this. When Christianity sits in the back seat, it’s not worth it. But there’s something bigger that I want to spend the rest of my life encouraging believers to partake in. I really do. And I guess it starts with you.
Seek truth and you will find it. Ask for God and he will answer. Hopefully this rambling will move someone out there to take a step closer to God, or else the last 30 minutes I spent writing this instead of my paper will have been wasted.
In the Incorruptible Love of Christ,