It has been a year since I’ve left on a ten-day trip that rocked my world. I know what they say about missions trips changing you – having been on two prior to this one (New York City and El Salvador), I knew this first-hand. What I didn’t realize was how much that fact doesn’t change but there is something different in every trip. Last year I went with my school to Phoenix Arizona for a trip in partnership with the dream center. I wish I could express everything that happened and the things that change my life, but there is neither the time, nor the words. One of the biggest changes that came about was my perspective.
I was the one who claimed to not have an evangelistic bone in my body – I could not have been more wrong. One life, one shot, one gospel. How is that displayed in my life?
What does my life for the gospel look like?
My life for the gospel looks like invading the low and dark places that only the broken and shamed are found – the victims, the abused, the prostitutes, the emotionally devastated, the hopeless, the runaway, l the lost – the broken and disillusioned.
My life for the gospel looks like loving the unloved and battered women and girls. To reach and hold the ones taken…the ones which innocence has been torn away. My life for the gospel looks like reaching into the dark places of a broken soul for the light the enemy has tried to steal from them.
My life for the gospel brings a restoration to the broken and a recognition of redemption.
What does your life for the gospel look like?
What burns in your heart? What in your life gives it eternal value?
What were you born to do?