My safe little bubble…

Peru… Mexico… Honduras… I went … I served… I loved… I listened… And I shared… 

And then I returned home to my safe little bubble… 

There I saw poverty…. crime… abandoned children… heard languages that I did not understand… And felt fear… Uncertainty …

And then I returned home.. To my safe little bubble…

There I met those who must hide their faith… Even from their family…

And then I returned home.. To my safe little bubble…

Now at Countryside, I reside…. This mission field that is new to me… 

Where in my neighborhood…  I see poverty… I see crime… Abandoned children… Hear languages I do not understand… And feel fear… And uncertainty…

Where I meet those who must hide their faith… Even from their family… And where I know children who want to attend church but their family will not allow…

Church… We do not have to reach far to reach the poor, the lost, and the foreigner… Only to cross the street… Ride down the road… 

The time where the lost come to church to find God are over… We have to… We must… Realize … That the time in which we live…. The church ordained by Christ as a people… Have to leave the building and go out… Leave our safe little bubble… And Go out to our community.. Go out to the market… To school… To work… To the Trailer park down the street …serve.. Listen… love….

And in this… They will see Christ … He who traveled the road… He who knew not a building… He reached out for them.. For us… For you… He came to us… And we must go also out to them….

You may not be called to fly… You may not be called to sail… But … We are all called to go…

  

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