The Unlikely Missionary

Crazy concept when I say I serve someone huh? Romans 6:18 (The Message) Offer yourselves to sin, for instance, and it's your last free act. But offer yourselves to the ways of God and the freedom never quits. All your lives you've let sin tell you what to do. But thank God you've started listening to a new master, one whose commands set you free to live openly in his freedom! So many people say they are free. Hmmmmm. So where did addiction come from? We all say we can stop at anytime. If we could we wouldn't need rehab for drugs, sex, overeating, alcohol, gambling, shopping, smoking, etc. You name it they have rehab for it. We have patches and gums and shots and Pavlov tricks to help us try to break our addictions (sounds like being enslaved to me). But I don't do those things.... How many times a day do you check your facebook page or twitter? What would you do if one day you left your cellphone home by accident? I bet you would go back home (or at least w...

Its funny how many different versions of Jesus people have. He's black, he's white. How silly that is because he was Jewish. They say He was rich but His cradle was an animal's feeding trough. My Savior was a poor carpenter who depended on the kindness of others for food and shelter. He was a person that most people would ignore if they passed Him on the street. He wouldn't be given a second thought. All the things that we think savior's should be He was not. He wasn't regal or rich and powerful in society. But He was definitely whom we needed. He cared about the poor because he was. He was willing to touch the untouchable because He knew that at the end of His life we would treat Him like a leper. His heart broke over the death of a friend. He knew what it was to go hungry, to sleep outside, to have friends and family turn their back on Him. He knew what it meant to feel physical pain. And when it was all said and done He endured torture and crucifixion bec...

I started this blog almost 5 months ago. It was birthed out of my experience at Urbana . Urbana is a christian missions conference that took place in St. Louis, MO. While there I felt God calling me to missions but not the way you might think. I am not missionary like AT ALL . I like running water. I'm not a fan of roughing it. I can't STAND bugs or wild life. As I like to say, Nature is not my friend. And I don't really have a desire to travel. When you think missionary you think of someone who goes to Africa or Haiti or India or some other hurting country. To know me you know that just ain't me. God isn't the type to put you in a situation where He knows you will fail. Then I realized, there are hurting people in my neighborhood. There are scared uncertain people on my block. I pass them everyday on the street. My mission field isn't some country 30 hrs away its right in my backyard. Then I had a Moses moment. I said to the Lord, " Who am I? "...