Showing posts with label Great Commission. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Great Commission. Show all posts

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Day 1 – Breaking your heart for what break His


Matthew 9:36 (NIV) When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd 

Motivation is the first step in moving towards Short Term Ministry. And how does one become motivated in going to ministry? By learning what God sees in the lost.

When Jesus walked here with us, He saw the plight of the crowds, how helpless and bewildered they are without a person to guide them. It is here that we see the compassion to sympathize with the lost.

How do learn to have to compassion to the lost? By following what He did, He went and “see” them. In our fast paced life, we fail to see how others live. It is when we search for them, live with them, would we be able to understand, at least a little more, on how they understand and view the world. But surely with further exposure and research, we would learn to sympathize with them. Compassion, like love, takes time to build.

This is unlike the brief sympathy that we feel for the poor and the helpless that is flashed in the Internet and the television, no this is more than that. This is God’s Spirit in action, this is a means of falling in love with His people.

Acts 13:47For so hath the Lord commanded us, saying, I have set thee to be a light of the Gentiles, that thou shouldest be for salvation unto the ends of the earth.
People bond with each other by spending time together and the same principle could be said for becoming closer with the country that we plan to reach out. Study the people, the local culture and if possible, contact a native or a returning Filipino worker that has worked/study in that country. Usually, you do fall in love with it after visiting in for a few times. Or perhaps rather than that, you fall in love with the Commission itself, by visiting various countries.
Let me tell you about my friend Nomer. Following the Great Commission is his passion and he wants to share what he experienced in God to the nations that have not even heard of Him. A Campus Minister by trade, he aims to join a short term mission every couple of years and have been sharing God’s word in areas such as in Beijing and Bangkok. He has seen how a few days in the Short Term Ministry have the potential to change a life.

Kuya Nomer did not choose Nepal at first, instead God lead him to the nation. His first visit there was very refreshing. He enjoyed the country’s tranquil atmosphere and simplicity. Their food was also exotic to his taste. But above all else, he loved the people there and how they reach out for the lost. In fact, he returned to the country with a fresh team to support the long term church workers that remained there.

Perhaps going to a country is not an option for you this time but that would not mean that you can’t reach your goal.

In Acts 1:8, Jesus said that the disciples should go as witnesses in Jerusalem, Judea and Samaria and then to the ends of the earth. It is an ever widening territory that expands from the place that they were based (Jerusalem) until they cover the earth.

In the same we should start small until God gives hones the skills that He gave us and present the opportunities for growth.

So where is our Jerusalem? It begins by ministering on our family. Love them, obey your parents and show them how God changed your life.

Our Judea? It is our friends and other relatives.

Our Samaria? That would be our own communities. Show them why Christians are the light and salt of the earth.

Who knows what parts of the Earth God has prepared for us!  

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Reluctant Storyteller

A stranger approached me as I sat at the foot of the steps of the library one day. The weird man slowly stumbled his way towards me, every step bringing muffled groans of agony. His disfigured face was unrecognizable and his tattered peasant cloak smells like something salvaged from a dead criminal. This unfamiliar person seems to be out of place in this marbled place of learning.

He looked at me for a while and, sensing my disinterest, sat a meter away from me.
We just sat there in silence, I was really tired from reading and I did not want to move from my spot - as long as he keeps his distance.

I was beginning to doze up when he began to shift move. The man dusted off his cloak and produced a bundle of yellowed paper. They seem to be more like thin slices of weathered wood. He gently tapped the package, causing a battered pen slipped out. The black pen looked more like a spike rather than a writing instrument. The tools looked beyond repair but they piqued my curiosity.

“Sir, are you a writer?” I asked.

He turned to me and smiled “Yes I am”

“Would you write my story then?” I asked, hoping to get some entertainment out of this stranger.

“Yes, but you have to tell mine first.”

“Fair enough” I said as I fished for my own writing set.

Well it is not what I wanted but some literary exercise won’t hurt.

“Okay tell me who you are” I said after I finished my preparation.

I readied my pen and turned my ear towards him, partly, because I need to listen to him carefully and partly because he’s hideous to look at.

“I am the Beginning and the End” he said

“Stories begin and end with the subject” I said as I recorded his words “What else?”

“I created the heavens and the earth”

“Writers do create their own worlds. But few live in them” I said with a smile. “But I’m interrupting, Go on”

“I am the Author and Finisher of your faith”

I put my pen down.

“And just who are you?” I said as I turned my head towards my quite imaginative friend.

I believe he have just crossed the line between creativity and civility.

However, I saw someone else.

In place of the ragged stranger sat a glowing figure clothed in the purest of white. His eyes glowed like fire yet I felt forgiveness and grace flow from them. I looked at His lap and found a new set of scrolls. A detailed script was written in them. The letters were carefully penned with blood dripping from His hands. It was a story – my story. Though beautifully crafted, the pages are still far from complete.

“Lord, finish it. Finish my story” I said.

I was unable to move, I wouldn’t want to. I don’t know how to react, no feelings seems to suffice. I just sat there, looking at Him.

He stood up and moved closer. He slowly put His nail-pierced hand at my back and leaned close to me.

“It’s not yet time for that, My son.” He whispered. “Now is the time for you to tell My story.”