This picture was taken last night at my house. Here’s its story:
Fourteen years ago a baby was placed into foster care. He stayed with his loving foster family for the first two years of his life. They wanted to make him their own but the system had other plans.
He returned to his biological family, but his foster parents did everything they could to stay in touch with this baby. Over the years he lived a much different life from where he started with his foster family.
He grew. He changed. He experienced life and its losses.
Then one day he came to visit his foster family where he witnessed Christianity in motion. He heard the story of the gospel. When the opportunity came he said, “I want my sins washed away.”
He was asked to count the cost. His father is a Muslim extremist.
He went for it. Last night he said he believed Jesus was the Christ, the Son of the living God. He was baptized into that Christ.
This moment never could have happened without two willing hearts who brought other people’s children into their home so many years ago.
They are true disciples of the Master. I get to know these people. I get to labor beside these people. I get to do life with these people and it really is an honor.
Tomorrow I leave for Dominica where I will be teaching VBS and supporting preaching efforts of the local church. I am trading in one mission field for another. This picture reminds me that every day is my ministry and every place is a mission field.
So whether you travel the world or around the block, find your ministry. Find your mission field.
Jesus, came and told his disciples, “I have been given all authority in heaven and on earth. Therefore, go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Teach these new disciples to obey all the commands I have given you. And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” Mt. 28:18-20
