I love my job. I truly do. It is in no way an easy job. Today was pretty much a nightmare with politics and tempers and a lot of basic crap to put up with…however, at the end of the day…I look at our mission and the hearts of my colleagues…and I thank God for the opportunity to do what it is I do.
All day today I heard such amazing stories of service…people sold out to promoting God’s kingdom and helping people find light in what can be a horribly dark, bleak world. I heard stories from people completely convinced that a Kingdom is at stake and we are at war with terrifying, real Satanic forces. I heard first hand testimonies from people who have faced machette attacks from wild men who hate the name of Christ and brave souls who move their families half way around the world to places others would never go just to reach a brother or sister for Christ. I heard stories of near starvation when food supplies are cut off or war breaks out and escape routes are closed. I heard stories of complete dependence on prayer and God’s utter faithfulness to change incredibly dire situations. I heard stories of radically transformed lives, changes that impacted whole communities and moved an entire people from violence to peace. These are the stories of my colleagues and friends. These are first hand accounts of what they have seen and lived. These are the stories shared over dinner with tears and laughs and joy and pain. These are the stories of real life.
We’re given one shot on this planet. We have a choice in how to spend that time. God gives us His guide and free will. The rest is up to us. What are we going to do with the blessings God has given us? I am humbled to be around folks who have asked themselves the question: why am I blessed? and confidantly and fully concluded…to be a blessing.
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