There's NO way you're going to Africa or any other place. Moving across town is hard enough. Yet the reality missions is NOT something that only happens in far off places, missions is what happens every time we cross a barrier with the love of Christ.
To be sure, those barriers seem more obvious in places where they eat animals we consider pets or where they wear them. It's more obvious where they speak languages that sound like gibberish. It's more obvious where their table manners would get us arrested here in the states.
Yet barriers are all about us. If you were to look out the front window of your home or your apartment, you'd discover a couple without much effort. Go look!
Did you see any? How about these? Your yard, your driveway, windows, sidewalks, doors. Perhaps you're thinking they're not barriers! Yet the truth is they are! I mean a door is supposed to be a way in, but so often it bars the way, right. Those sidewalks inform where people are allowed to go, right? Don't come any closer to my house, stay off the grass... etc. You see barriers, subtle as they may be are all around us.
As Missionaries we're called to reach across them with the love of our glorious redeemer. As we walk through this glorious and Holy week we see the barriers that Jesus reached across in lavish love.
Perhaps WE should rethink this whole missionary thing. Maybe we should all view ourselves as missionaries.
What do you think?