I went on my first mission trip when I was twenty years old. Coming home from a short two weeks spent sharing the love of Christ and news of the gospel, I knew I had discovered an aspect of Christian life I’d been missing. But I didn’t know how to keep living the “mission trip life” back at home. It seems impossible, among the whirlwind of daily responsibilities, to find the time or the place to be a witness among the lost. It’s easy to forget, and it’s easy to be timid.
Later this week, my son and I will head to East Asia with a team. We will be meeting the health needs and the spiritual needs of a rural, unreached people group.
I am truly blessed and honored to be able to go. But I am also aware that God is not asking everyone to drop everything and go to an unreached people group right this moment. Instead, he’s asking us to be used by him to minister to others we encounter in our daily routine of life.
God is calling all of us to a lifestyle of joining him where he is already at work, to co-labor with him and acknowledge that he is in constant pursuit of the lost. There is nowhere you can go that God won’t be. There is no one you could talk to whom God doesn’t already see, love, and have amazing plans for.