With this latest trip, it felt like we were really living out the Gospel (Mark 6:7-13). We were ministering to the homeless, the elderly, orphans, widows/widowesses, prostitutes, , and children . . . lots of children. We trusted in God for food and lodging. We prayed for healing. We prayed for removal of evil spirits. We saw miracles. We prayed. We worshiped.
It’s only been a couple of days, but I’m sure, over time, each of the team members will start to feel a disconnect. We were able to so freely serve God and others. Why is it so hard to serve God at home? Why is it so hard to even just . . . worship at home?
Perhaps part of the problem is that things are so comfortable and we take it all for granted. Perhaps it’s the worries of the world (work/family/school) choking us down.
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