There is nothing ordinary at all about being a missionary. A missionary is someone who is sent. We are those who have said as Isaiah did, “Here I am send me!”
The words of Acts 1:8 permeates our bones:
“But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.”
As we go we can not forget that we have been sent to be a witness of Christ in all the four corners of this world. Some of us have been sent to the ends of the earth. Some are in charge of those right in our own back yard. However, this is an oasis for those who are called to those places in between. We are the soldiers of the cities. The Lord wishes that all would know Him, and know Him intimately. Yet, those of us who gather here have been sent away from our comfort zones, but into the boundaries of the urban chaos.
He bids us to come and sit at the table in the seat that He has prepared for us. A table full of rich fare where we will never go hungry or thirsty again. Once there, we long to see all of the chairs filled.
Running into the streets we know just where to go. The widows and orphans who have hung their heads in despair, are hungry. Their throats have been scorched by the heat of the desert. Long ago, their voice was silenced for the lack of hope.
If hope deferred makes the heart sick, then this is a generation dying. You and I are the ones who search them out.
This is a place for us to gather together and take up our strategy. Please join those of us who are walking the streets of our cities with the youth who gather on the corners.
Come along on the journey. Ask the tough questions, leave comments and let’s talk about this very narrow path that we are on together.
