Over the last couple of weeks, a few of my friends’ lives have gone nuts.
Like, y’all don’t even know.
As my life has been going oddly smoothly, (does life going smoothly give anyone else anxiety? Like WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO TOPPLE, YOU SWEET TOWER OF GOODNESS? Treading carefully in this happiness…) I’ve been asking God to help me be a good friend.
Yesterday was a day of peace. A day where I accepted the peace that only He provides. A day of being still and opening myself to His presence. I grabbed a book, blanket, and pillow. I stretched out on my hammock and closed my eyes. The slight rocking put my mind to rest. I opened my eyes and attempted to read my new book. My thought process was too lazy to comprehend the words. I set my book aside and just existed for a bit. My boys and their friend were playing twenty feet from me and even their voices seemed like distant whispers.
Kindergarten used to be a time of learning to socialize with others, establish bathroom habits, and discover various basic survival skills. One of those skills was the importance of red lights, amber lights, and green lights.
In his last recorded words to his disciples, Jesus said:
“…and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the end of the earth.” – Acts 1:8b
For today’s disciples of Christ, as those of the first century, Jerusalem, Judea, Samaria, and “the end of the earth,” can be thought of as expanding circles of influence – the city, surroundings, region, and world. And so, while we often think of “missions” as happening across the ocean, in reality, our mission starts much closer.