This past weekend I was able to spend time with the leader
and family of Love-N-Care Ministries.
Love-N-Care is reaching the people of India (as well as
Germany and now stretching in South Africa) with the gospel of Jesus Christ
while making disciples and calling others to make disciples. It was kind of
intoxicating for me to be around them.
To dream.
About Wichita, about the world, about it all, about mission.
It’s a cliché word now-a-days, ‘mission.’ (I wrote a series
of posts called ‘Rumored Thought’ about a pastor’s mission.) I hear it tossed
around so carelessly, the meaning not really grasped.
Tombs.
He spoke of the tombs of missionaries in his country.
Americans who had traveled to India to preach the gospel who never would return
to America, they died there and were buried there. With tears in his eyes he
said, “Thank you.”
My point is this: sooner or later we’re gonna die. Stop
breathing and die. Get shot and die, car wreck, get old, bite the bullet, buy
the farm, kick the can… Whatever, we’re going to die. And hopefully, by the sheer
grace of God we’ll have lived for something worthwhile (the gospel).
Hopefully we haven’t spent our whole life on something
pitiful. Even Aristotle got it, “The measure of good life is
a life well lived.” Let’s just say this, a life well lived in the measure of eternity
is the application and belief in the gospel.
Moms
with their kids and dads with their wives and others whose call is to reach
more than just a few folks: missionaries, pastors.
Some of
us will be killed for the gospel. Others will die of old age having lived for
the gospel. Both are the most admirable lives.
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