July 16, 2011
I’m sitting in my kitchen having breakfast and admiring the scene outside our window and it just dawned on me, it doesn’t seem like we just spent the last week in Georgia. It is amazing as we get older how time flies and one day bleeds into the next so quickly. Actually the Bible tells us over and over how fleeting life is and we just don’t get it.
I started to reflect on the mission trip and here are a few of my thoughts.
We stayed in a really great place but we had it too easy to really understand the full effect of the life people live whom we served. (This is no one’s fault but we plan to do it different next year)
We were reminded that we served some people who no one in the world really wants, the homeless.
We were reminded that anyone in the world could find themselves homeless. Either through job loss, mental issues that just happen, or any of a multitude of reasons. (What would we want others to do if it were us living on the street?)
We were reminded that we receive a greater reward for serving those who never say thank you than the ones who make us feel great by returning the favor.
I got to know the youth better and I always do on trips like these.
We didn’t come away with a vision for something like Out of the Box (that is what happened 4 years ago) but we did come away with a vision that God is giving us for strengthening the youth that we work with as well as ourselves.
During the week I heard about what each young person wants to do with their life and there was a wide range. Some want to be lawyers, doctors, mechanics, musicians, and a who lot of other professions. One wants to be a pastor.
Reflecting on the fact that one wants to be a pastor makes me sad. It makes me sad that more young people don’t desire to be pastors and I realize part of that may be my fault. Maybe I don’t do a good enough job of letting people know what it is that I do and what it is that I love about my calling as a pastor. Maybe they hear too much about how hard it is and how little it pays. Maybe they hear nothing but complaining. Hopefully that is not what they hear from me but I am sure that I am guilty.
As a matter of fact, I am thankful for the Call that God has placed on my life. It is difficult and it is hard and sometimes gut wrenching but it is also rewarding. I wouldn’t want to do anything else. (honestly, I sometimes want to work at Wal-Mart stocking shelves, I really think this would be a great job. I don’t mean this is a joking way at all.) It is usually when things are stressful that I want to do something else.
This trip may work out to be the most life changing ever, now that I think about it.