My Time at Mission Indy

When I look back, flipping through the crusted coffee stained pages of my journal searching for the beginning of the story, I run across the trials and triumphs of my semi-unprofessional life and the unmistakable moments where the God of The Bible showed His face and responded to me in my time of need.

Being a missionary, we always think it’s a crazy good life in the spiritual realms where people revere you for your service to God and tell you how they have not the ability to live out such a life. We think we have high favor with God because we do the work no one else wants to do and go to the place where no one else desires to go. My worst nightmare, back in the day of course, was not being able to remain on the mission field and having to come back to the states. I had developed an unspoken disliking for the country I called home. Not because of the lack of freedom or the inability to pursue my happiness but more around the fact that God didn’t seem to be present.

Don’t get me wrong, there are pockets of Christianity booming all around the country but they never seemed to happen where I was living and that frustrated me. I came from a country where God and the Holy Spirit seemed to live down the road at every house on the corner but spiritually evicted from the country I called home and it made me sick. Growing spiritually and gaining the vision to see beyond this “lack there of,” my heart was softened and I began seeing the full potential of what a missionary life could be and I was nowhere near ready for what was to come.

I had created a standard for which I wanted everyone around me to conform to without seeing how far I had missed the mark. I was a bitter person, tired of trying to understand why those around me had not one desire to serve.

I came home on December 19th, 2013 after 1½ years of serving as a missionary in Nicaragua. God had brought many things to me that would train and equip me to be the man he had created all along.

December 30th, 2013
I’m flying to Indianapolis today. Why? I have no clue. It confuses me to think God would provide me with this blessing to see growth up close and personal. I know this will give me the skills needed to continue my ministry, in what ways I have no idea but I trust you God to lead me and guide me along this journey. Whatever You will, I’ll do.

When I came to Indianapolis, I knew it was because of Jesus. Everything He had done, He did to further His plan for my life, teaching me the skills I needed and lacked to better fulfill my calling. I had come to a point in my walk where I knew waiting was okay. It was completely fine to not have all the answers. That’s what they call “living by faith” I guess, and I learned that the hard way.

Mission Indy was a different kind of ministry. It came off to me as something that taught the gospel in a physical, hands on type of way that was more focused on teaching others than actually sharing with people up front like I was use to. This ministry seemed legit but I was still stuck in a 3rd world mindset and couldn’t break out of it to see ministry opportunities available in the 1st world. Mission Indy sought to empower those around it to better serve where they were. I was accustomed to being the one who did the serving rather than teaching other how so this can as a rather hard pill to swallow.

January 6th, 2014
Day 1. Today is the day I start my new “Job.” From what I’ve learned thus far, this is something that’ll complement me and give me new skills to carry forward with. I think I’ll be reading a lot, which is fine because I love to read. They’ve talked with me about helping me see better what it looks like to support raise as well as helping out with audio/visual. Two things I’m going to do a lot of in the future hopefully so this is good for me. As always, God you are in control and I trust you to be the light that guides me through the next 7 months.

I did a lot of reading in the first couple of months about different support raising techniques, past missionaries, global approaches to over seas missions as well as the startup problems of nonprofits. I learned about Mission Indy from both the people I worked with and the people they worked alongside. I was presented with many questions that helped me formulate an idea to what my future ministry would look like with my future wife that had broaden my view beyond the boundaries I had constructed.

I was learning the ropes of mission Indy and understanding the ways of working with people whom I had little to no experience with. With service projects on random Saturdays, weekend conferences for summer interns and spring break teams, I learned quickly what it was like to teach others to serve in an area I wasn’t familiar with as well and understand the community of which I was serving was the focus, not me!

That’s the thing that stuck out to me above everything else. Community. Community was and is a word I hear all the time now. Community to some is different than community to others as I found out. I was introduced to what community in a Christian environment looked and acted like when everyone served everyone. That was the core value of Mission Indy, “Equipping Christians to serve others,” and it has stuck with me since day one. As I grew and matured through my time working and serving with mission Indy, I’ve been given the opportunity to express my heart for missions overseas to groups of people experienced in those areas. As I changed through the responsibility instructed to me, my vision for Nicaragua and missions in general, shifted as well. It’s truly a blessing because I first left the states for Nicaragua 6 months after I graduated college and I did it in such a way to get there as quickly as I could. I never took the time to pour into my support raising techniques and Mission Indy gave me that opportunity to grow, and challenged me to approach missions from a different vantage point…with wisdom.

May 23rd, 2014
My birthday. The summer is about to begin and we’ve finished up our week of training and staying down at the mission house of Englewood. Jesus has brought all the interns here, which is apparent. I’ve prayed for a while now to express what I believe to each of them and become more like a brother that can challenge them in ways that will help them grow. Taking Mission Indy’s statement and actually apply it. They’ll look to me but to be Jesus to each of them in love as well as each team that I lead may help change their outlook on a life lived in Christ.

When the summer approached, I had a vision of what I was going to do throughout the different work weeks but as always, a need to improve showed its face and I had to become moldable. The mission field gave me some traits to use while I worked for Mission Indy as well as provide me with the insight into 3rd world missions to help inspire those here who were contemplating going on a trip abroad for the first time. Mission Indy has given me the tool needed to continue my pursuit of missions from a wise standpoint, laying out all my options and giving God the space to move. I read a book throughout my time here called, “Missions and Money.” As a missionary preparing to go back to the field, money always seems to show its ugly face when support raising is taking a heavy blow and you feel defeated on many levels do to the lack of interest from the supporter. This book put into perspective the idea of raising funds in a way that excites the people around you to begin supporting and informing them on the need of missionaries in a world slowly dying from consumption.

In short, I’ve learned a lot. Serving with Mission Indy has given me the much-needed view on life to see how a ministry functions from the inside out. I have a greater appreciation for the small things that come into play when planning for a weeklong workweek with three different teams from around the state and having it all compacted into an urban setting. Things like being on time and doing something if you say you’re going to do it. Practical things one would not assume they would need to know, but finds themselves back at the drawing board yet again asking for help on solving a problem you thought you knew how to fix. Things like, measure twice, cut once, double check the tools you have and the tools you need, start the saw blade before you start cutting to keep it from coming back on you, keep a record of everything, always double check, put up reminders if you struggle with memory, if you don’t know, ask someone who does, you’ll never be reprimanded when asking for help, know you’re not in charge, you’re the servant, it’s about God, knowing you can always make a different through love, sharing knowledge to help others grow instead of doing everything yourself, take leadership with patience, know that every second of planning goes a long way.

I’ve learned to put my faith in my Father to really guide and lead me in His ways to better impact the world around me. It doesn’t take a pulpit or being the one in the spotlight. I remember back when I first began talking with Mission Indy about coming to work with them. One thing they made very apparent to me was that I would not be in the spotlight. I had grown use to the fact that I was the one people saw when I was on the mission field. I talked about Jesus and represented Him but I wanted the glory for myself. Mission Indy, either knowing or not knowing, pushed me in a manner to live more away from the light I desired to stand in and taught me to reflect that light back towards God. It’s a way of looking at you as less and seeing the opportunity to give God more. I know this is something I can and will take with me as I leave Mission Indy to continue the journey God has called me to. It’s not about me; it’s about Christ in me the Hope of glory.

As I continue this journey into life, I will look back at the things Mission Indy has taught me and will cherish the opportunity I had to work with them. It was God breathed and God led and for that I will forever be thankful.

From Past to Future

98-degree weather, hot humid dusty roads, crazy public transportation systems, chickens, cows and other various types of live stock roaming the open roads with the cars, bikes and buses that travel daily with people of all walks of life, ages, and beliefs. Volcanoes create a silhouette of a majestic creator as they paint the background of the horizon as the sun sets in the pacific, displaying the unique colors of a painter who paints with the sky as His canvas. We call this place the land of lakes & volcanoes; a one of a kind place that lies in the heart of Central America. The poorest country present in this chain of revolution, tragedy and triumph, containing both the happiness and sadness of a people striving to make it through life, the hope of a kid becoming more than his parents ever dreamed, and the lost coming to the realization of their eternal father for the first time. Happiness flows out of this place in different ways that we are accustom to but it’s happiness nonetheless. This place was my home for 18 months of my life. I grew to love it like my own, being transformed by those around me, seeing the simplicity of life made easy as children, mothers, fathers, grandparents, friends, brothers and sisters lived in harmony making ever sure they were present to support those around them. The bonds created I will carry the rest of my life.

Traveling to the market to get the weekly soap to wash my clothes, by hand, knowing the machines I used to use would make things so much easier. Seeing the business of the city, as people buzzed from one appointment to another. People trying to sell everything they had in front of them, to either make their daily quota or to provide the money needed to support their family. People, cars, fumes from the cars, dogs, cattle are everywhere. It’s a beautiful combination of extremes thrown in the same pot to form a beautiful goulash of God’s creation. Out of the ordinary for some but right at home with me.   I know how it can come off as different and difficult to understand, those things we’re not use to but I’ve learned that with an open heart and an open mind, we can engage those around us, learning about them as they learn about us. Iron sharpens iron.

I often think back on all this, having moments where I feel as if I’m there, recollecting the emotions I had felt or the smells and tastes I was experiencing and it sends my heart into overload. I know I’m not there, patience is the essence of life and mastering that will take the rest of my years on planet earth. It’s so easy to run and jump on a plane that’ll take me 6 hours away to this land I love so much but it’s one thing to go and another to be sent. God calls us to these places we’re afraid of or uncomfortable with in order for us to place our trust and life in His hands.  With Him in control, there is no fear of being led astray. We live a life unafraid of what’s to come but welcome it with open arms.

Marriage and love, flowing out of the desires of God’s heart for us unto a people starving to see His face is our life. Amy and I live to love those around us through the love she and I share with the Lord. That overflowing love poured out unto the less fortunate and dying. Nicaragua is our future home, we cannot wait!

Personality Identifiers

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In my free time, I daydream.  I think about the things I would like to improve on, skills I would want to learn or something in particular I’ve never done before and would think “Hey, I could do that.”  I think about the things I would want to learn as attributes that’ll help me move along in life.  Some people call these hobbies or skills, gifts or expertise.  I call them personality identifiers. 

Taking it back to the younger years, in High School and even middle school, we are introduced to sports, music and art on an educational scale.  Well at least I was at that age.  We are given these personality identifiers that we can take upon ourselves to help us grow and mature in ways outside of the norm.  Having the base layer and just adding things on top.  For me, I loved sports so that’s what I pursued.  I didn’t make any of the teams I tried out for directly but was offered their sub-categories such as “redshirt” in basketball that said “we want you, not that much to put you on the team,” or so I thought.  I look back on that time and all I see is politics. But, that’s beside the point.

I know each of us dream of things we want to be good at.  Skills we wished we had to do things that we love to watch but never have the guts to actually try.  Take Football (soccer for my English speaking brethren) for example.  The guys and gals that play this sport professionally can only do so because of the amount of hours and days and weeks and years of practice they have put into it.  If we watched a game and went out to try exactly what they did, we would fail miserably.  We only become good at something we practice over and over again, until the point it becomes a part of us.  With any type of sport, musical instrument or artistic painting or sculpture, they’re only as good as the one who does them and the one who does them is only as good because of the amount of practice he or she puts into it. 

When I first started playing the guitar, I never would have thought it would’ve taken me where it has.  I started out slow, learning the basic chords, then rhythm putting them both together to play a song.  Music for me was something I did because I liked it.  Over time it has transformed into something that I identify with personally and spiritually.  I’m no professional but I’ve grown more spiritually through music and playing music than I have in any other way.  Through sports, I’ve been able to connect with those around me who have no other outlet but that.  I have a desire to become a really good mountain climber, snowboarder and surfer and later on down the road a father.  You see, everything we are good at or aren’t good at has a purpose to identify us in some way to other people.  They see us playing an instrument or dribbling a ball and can immediately relate to us because of that first impression.

When we see the multitude of skills and things to do out in the world, it may seem we can live our lives without ever having to stop learning.  And that’s true.  One big thing I would want to encourage you as you read this now is that our relationship with Christ is not comparable to a skill, attribute or personality identifiers. It’s something that effects the very outcome of our lives.  To practice prayer and fasting, intercession and worship leading, talking with Jesus, sitting silent to hear His voice are all things we should practice.  Not solely because we want to be good at them but because they’re fun and rewarding just like the other skill we’ve mastered.  As everything, we are encouraged when we start but become discouraged by the lack of change.  We live in a world and have developed a mindset to see change in a short amount of time.  On certain things, this is true but when it comes to the self (you and me) and the skills we possess, it takes a little time.  It takes time to become good at something and when it comes to the Kingdom of God, we will never become experts but will always remains students learning something new every day. 

One personality identifier I want is to always know my identity is found in Christ, not in the things I amount to.  I can learn all the skills offered and become a pro and every sport imaginable.  With all those things I may think I’m somebody but without the love of Christ and the identity I have in Him, I am nothing.  

“If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.  And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.  If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.” 1 Corinthians 13:1-3 (ESV)

So Small

Flying at night can be a special euphoric moment for those who have the courage to look out the window.  Like those sweet summer nights when the clouds retreat back and you’re left with a heavenly performance of stars as they begin to dance before you, flying is one of those things that suspends time and leaves you floating (literally).  One thing that always bugged me when I rode on a plane was that you could never look up to see the stars.  I would always try but the awkwardness of the seats and the position of the windows prohibited it.  I went to school in the mountains of North Carolina where stars and galaxies were an everyday occurrence as you stood on the peak of some mountain looking up to the heavens on a clear night.  I often think back on what God was doing when He first created the heavens and the earth.  The Bible says that God knows every star in the sky and calls them by name (Psalm 147:4).

A little overwhelming and humbling if you ask me.  God, the creator of earth and heaven, seen and unseen, majestic and unique knows every star in the night sky but more importantly knows my name and yours.  I often forget this ever so big attribute of God.

Isaiah 49:16 – “Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are continually before me.”

Looking up to the thick sea of blackness called “night” God created on the first day seeing the beauty it holds, I see how truly small I am.  I’ve talked with countless college students whose number one goal in life was to make people notice them either through clothing styles, sports or careers.  The things we think people are prone to notice more in our lives.  We struggle to make ourselves known in a world of billions because we’re trying to impress the wrong people.  We are small, but God is so much bigger!

As I sit waiting for the plane to take off, I peer out the window at the creation of God I know and love.  Seeing the things as they are reminds me of where I am in life.  Birds flying overhead, the clouds moving at no ones pace but theirs, the breeze moving the trees in an elegant style of dancing only known to the spiritual realms of life.  There’s nothing that’ll change my course or who I am except God.  I’m content with where I’m at.  The plane begins down the runway, gaining speed with every second and just at the right moment, lifts off the ground and begins to climb higher and higher.  What were once big cities and buildings, skyscrapers, towns, houses, homes and schools are reduced to blurred outlines of their former selves that resembled the sands of the seas, sitting nicely in the palm of my hand.  I’m on top of the world but once something comes up, it eventually comes down.

As I sat there flying 600 MPH at 31,000 feet, I realized there’s never a median.

There is no median in this world.  We cannot attain a status that will surpass the creations of God nor will we ascend to the right hand of the creator.  We were created for another purpose, to be the people God took time to invest in, to create a relationship with that’ll confound the most brilliant minds of today.  We are 100% without a shadow of a doubt dependent on the Lord!

As you gaze into the heavens on a starry night or look down at the world through the double plated window of a plane, there remains that constant reminder of how small we are as the people who inhabit the earth.  As Children created by the Maker of Heaven, King of Kings, Jehovah Rafa, etc. etc. we have a duty to rely on God.  God made us so uniquely that angels look curiously at this relationship we share with their master.

You see, as small as you may think you are, you’re probably right.  God is a big God and it can be a little hard to visualize the impact we could have in God’s story but God, being as big as he is, knows us intimately and uniquely and has such a beautiful place of honor reserved for you in His courts.  The Father of all, everything you see, is looking directly past our mistakes and failures to the center of our being where we are small children reliantly following after Him hand in hand.

Change of Heart, Change of Mind.

It’s been a while since the last time I wrote.  What I’m about to write may come off as a little harsh at times but I’m being real with you, allowing you to see what I felt long ago when I thought ministry was about placement, stature and how you measured up to your fellow believers instead of it being about serving, loving and humility.  The mercy that flows from God to us gives us the freedom and accessibility to become more like Him and less like us.  I knew I believed that but it took a lot for me to put it into practice.  It took some time for me to become more acquainted with what God was doing through me, not just around me.

My time in Nicaragua has come and gone, for now.  As I sit here thinking back on everything God has done and all the places He’s taken me, I want to take you back to a frustrating part of a missionaries life and show you how great the Lord’s redemptive spirit is.  Let me explain to what I thought before Jesus changed it all…

Much of what I did in Nicaragua would not be feasible here in the U.S. and it burdened my heart to push through this detestable ideal we’ve created, surrounding “the power of God” and how for some believers, it’s dead and no longer exists. I want to set free that fire inside and allow God the freedom to do what He pleases through us.  When I was in Nicaragua, I had developed this manner of thinking which caused me to see ministry, as a whole, as something I only wanted to do outside the United States.  The United States made me sick to my stomach by how weak it portrayed itself spiritually.  Christ was getting neglected and we, His ambassadors, were doing nothing about it because of the simple-minded politicians and Animal rights activists or whoever that felt like jumping on the band wagon.  It was hard coming from a country where Jesus is openly talked about and into one where, yes you can talk about it but not openly or freely without jumping through hoop after hoop after hoop.  Jesus is God!!  I found myself reading verses of the Bible in such a way to justify what I felt; to make myself feel like I was doing the right thing and everyone else was wrong.  I wasn’t downplaying those who were trying (i.e. pastors, local missionaries, some churches etc.) I was frustrated with those who talked about it like they were professionals yet did nothing to validate what they were displaying. This lack of knowledge or care for what God is doing destroys the veracity of those who are trying and working for its advancement.   It resembled the religious system the Pharisees of Jesus’ day publicized.  Modern day Pharisees having the makings of strong and powerful faith yet lacked the internal flame that made it true.

I was so sick with it that I hated even being near this form of Christianity.  I was bitter and hated going to church because it seemed a level lower of what I was use to.  I’d critique everything and everyone I saw.  I think it’s safe to say my way of thinking was pretty jacked up.

I spent two months in Nicaragua, October 19th through December 19th.  While I was there, I knew there was a change in my spirit.  God was taking me in a different direction, one that was a little bit outside what I was use to.  That man that only a year ago hated the U.S. and wanted nothing to do it now desires to live and do the same work, displaying the same God, living in the same power.

Where I lost it was in the transition.  In Nicaragua, it’s easy!  It’s easy to feel the power of God there because that is all those people have.  They have nothing else.  While I was living there, I got use to this lifestyle so that when I returned to the U.S., my heart was affected in grand ways due to the dissimilarities.  Confusion set in and I was destroyed from the inside out.  It’s real folks.  Satan can use even good things to cause confusion and divide your assessment of life and divert your attention away from God or give you a skewed version of Him.  So, as I was living and working for the two months I had in Nicaragua, God was also working within me changing things up and giving me new dreams and visions to pursue after.

One thing in particular awakened inside of me as I was packing up the stuff I had accumulated after 18 months referred back to the power of the Jesus, God and the Holy Spirit:

“For the Kingdom of God does not consist in talk but in power.”

 1 Corinthians 4:20 (ESV) 

This is one of my favorite verses in The Bible.  God reminded me in the moments of packing up one life to start another that He never changes.  His power never changed!!  The things that happened throughout my time in Nicaragua don’t end in Nicaragua.  Just like Jesus never stopped speaking to us when the Bible was finished, mass-produced and sold for a profit.  God’s power is eternal and we can take it anywhere, I can take it everywhere I go.  As a missionary, I’ve told hundreds of stories about what God has done and what I’ve seen.  My stories only carry a glimpse at that power first hand.   To experience God, give Him the reigns.  We can get so caught up in what happened yesterday or so worried about what is going to happen that we miss the moments right in front of us.  That’s where Jesus is.  That’s where God sits with open arms calling out our names to come be with Him.

It was a journey from where I started to where I am now.  It took a lot of patience from my Eternal Father to not give up on me and move on with His other children.  Much of what I know about God and following His spirit, I’ve learned the hard way.  God is good though and I now have a strong urge to pursue after this power and make know the truth and love of our Eternal Father unto the lost people of the United States.  The truth of this matter is that God is rarely spoken of here and His presence is scarcely found.  He called us the Light of the world.  We, His children, are the light of the world.  The ambassadors of Heaven, who live, thrive and make known His presence and love to those who have no clue.  It’s about Jesus and as long as we hold tight to the grip of His hand, we have nothing to fear.  He never fails us!  He never failed me but used what I was feeling to make known His power and grace in the most beautiful of ways.

I am currently living in Indianapolis, Indiana, working with a non-profit community development ministry.  I would’ve never guessed myself to to live or work here but I know that Jesus’ power is the same here as it is everywhere else.  Just cause some don’t understand it doesn’t me it’s not real.  All it takes is one person, one step, and one leap of faith to dare to see the impossible made possible.

New Beginnings…

I stood there looking myself in the mirror thinking about who I am as a human being who confesses to believe in the God of The Bible.  I stood, looking myself eye to eye, trying to figure out whom this person is staring back at me.  The pale blueness of my eyes seemed to pierce through my very soul.  They were cold yet on fire.  Chilling the second rate qualities I possess and igniting those that God Himself crafted since the beginning of time. 

 

God, in all His wisdom and splendor, knows me only as a father would know His son.  The reality and apparentness of my sins and failures lurk around every corner seeking to blind side me with regrets and fears, pulling me down into the darkness of the abyss and away from my warm relationship with my creator.  However, it doesn’t matter how big and ugly these past sins make me seem, God looks past that old man, past the tissue, muscles, blood, bones, right through my heart and into the very center of who I am as a child and He calls me by my name. 

 

“Deep calls unto deep,” says the Apostle Paul.  “The Spirit of God intercedes on our behalf with groaning’s far to vast for words or emotions to explain.”  What deepness calls upon the deepness inside of me?  How can I access this deepness, what happens if I cannot?  That’s just confusing.  God calls us at our most pure form.  He travels to the inner parts of my life and calls out my potentiality.  The greatest thing about my relationship with God is that I have no control over how Jesus pursues me.  Like a lion, or a bird of prey, God follows me in order to win me back to Him, to rescue me from the troubles the enemy has positioned.  I doesn’t matter how far I run or in which direction I choose, God’s love triumphs over my rebellion and discontentment. 

 

There are moments, more that they’re not, when I do follow what God is leading me to do.  I use to talk about this like it was something really easy to do, back when I first came to know God.  But, in all actuality, it’s rather quite hard in respect to the ways we are taught to live life today.  My response to anything, in order to sound spiritual or ahead of my age, would be “Follow what God is leading you in…” or something like that.  Christianese at it’s finest.  It took me a while to see the difference is saying something like this and actually living it out. 

 

As I stood there in my bathroom, looking at my reflection through the toothpaste stand glass, I knew in that moment the central idea of who I am as a Son revolves around me actually following Jesus.  I’m talking about “out of body” experience type stuff where you have a realization of whom you are.  Like when you stand on a high mountain or jump into a freezing pool of water, the sensation leaves you for a second them comes rushing back to you like a mighty wind of awareness.    I knew in that moment that whatever, and I do mean whatever, God called me or led me to do I would do without question.  Because He is worth it!

 

Let’s backtrack for a second.  I came back to Nicaragua on the 19th of December after a 2-month furlough in The U.S.  I knew well before this return trip that I would not be able to spend the allotted time I wanted to spend once I returned.  God had been working with me throughout the last couple of months, showing me the in’s and out’s of what missions looks like from His perspective.  My ticket was purchased for a time period of two months and I knew upon my return to the U.S. I had to find a job and gather necessary marketing information for my current supporters as well as looking for new ones.  

 

My girlfriend and I had met in Nicaragua during my last trip and have spent a total of 2 ½ weeks together since we began dating.  We’ve been dating 5 months this month.  Travel and distance separated us but we knew we wanted to be together upon my return to the states to raise support.  We have been talking about marriage and knew that time spent together is important.  But, when you live in different states it becomes a little hard.  So I began applying for jobs in Indianapolis (city she lives in) centering my focus on different ministry openings.  I wanted to continue serving the Lord through the gifts He gave me in Music and outreach but it seemed that every job listening in those areas required things I didn’t have.  I knew I was following the Lord, my soul was crying out for what He wanted to do.  I just couldn’t see ahead of the curve unlike Him.  So, I had no idea what was coming. 

 

I got a text from my girlfriend one afternoon showing me a screenshot of the message she had received.  It was from one of her friends that worked for a non-profit missions organization in Indianapolis focusing on urban ministry and discipleship.  They wanted to know if I would be interested in working with them.  Of course I said yes.  I knew in that moment, God crafted this out of thin air, producing everything I needed/desired and placed it all in one place. 

 

Where I was a year ago to where God has taken me today is nothing short of crazy.  I live in a world of plans and formulas so the response to something spontaneous and different like this, is to look at it with confusion and misunderstanding.  Jesus talks about the realms of Heaven we will one day live and thrive in, but I cannot help but wonder why not now?  Why not live for the next life, the eternal life?  I’ve thought about this on many different occasions as I’m taken back to the mirror where the eyes of my reflection look through me, pierce through my character and persona calling out who I really am. 

 

In this world but not of it!”

 

God has asked me on many different occasions if I trust Him.  With my response comes a situation that really puts my faith and trust to the test.  I do trust Him.  It’s not something hard to say or even hard to live out but what we see with our own eyes makes it seems so much more than what it is.  I trust God with everything, where I’m going to live, my relationship with my family, my girlfriend, my job, money, future, everything!  The things I have, I’ve been given by God so it’s only right that I give them back to Him. 

 

As for my future, I’m following Jesus.  He’s led me to Nicaragua and now to Indianapolis.  I change locations like the wind changes directions but I’ve experienced things I could never replicate and I’ve made friends with the most unique people in the entire world.  I’ve also found the love of my life through where the Lord has led me, so I would say listening to Him has done wonders.  Indianapolis is in my future as well as everything my heart desires (marriage & ministry with my future wife).  All my dreams and wants have been taken to levels that far outreach my sight.  Because of all God has done for me and through me I will always praise Him.  Even through the confusing times when I have no clue as to what’s happening, it’s God who stands firm in His promises over me. 

 

As you stare at yourself in your mirror, allow God to use your reflecting eyes tell a story about your life in a way you’ve never seen nor heard before.  He knows your dreams and knows who you are, even when we lose sight of ourselves, He will never lose sight of who you really are to Him.  His child.

New Beginnings…

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I’m moving to Indianapolis.

I am very excited to let everyone know as of December 30th, I will be living in Indianapolis, Indiana working with a non-profit organization called MissionIndy.  I will be working along side them in the areas of ministry that include College Discipleship, Groups, Service Projects in the city and surrounding communities, Worship and the growth with my own partners for my ministry in Nicaragua.  I’ve been lacking on support here lately.  Mainly because I only had enough time to raise the support I needed for the year I’ve been here and through the Lord’s blessings, He kept the support coming in but now it’s time to head back to the states and hit up support raising on a grander scale.  Jesus is the King and He knows exactly what I need and when I need it.  This job that I have was basically given to me out of thin air.  Its crazy how the Lord works but when He moves in your life, you know it! It’s definitely not hidden by any means.  I’m excited about this move and eager to see what all Jesus has planned for these next couple of months.  I will be living and working in Indianapolis starting in January and will be there through July.  We’ll see all the doors Jesus is going to open.  It’s very exciting to know that you have the Lord of the Universe leading and guiding you, it may be difficult at times but in the end, it’s very rewarding and adventurous.  I love this life.