I wasn’t there for the event described in (her) post. But it was a good discussion to have with (her) regarding what we value.
We felt called to the neighborhood and we came, but now what. I want to have a mission. The troubling aspect for me is that I always want to have something to do. I want to know the “what”. But at this time in our lives, I think the “what” is just to be here, serve where and when we can, try to develop relationships, and wait for further direction. Our mission is to be missionaries. We don’t know the next step because we’re still trying to discern (or wait for) the new culture we are in and what God wants next for us in that culture.
Thinking about all that has put the value of our things into perspective. They aren’t worth much weight when we put them on the scale next to our mission.
Last night, while I was reading The Magician’s Nephew to the kids, there was a knock on the door. It came from the back door, which was wierd, but I went to check it out. A big guy was there and asked if it was ok to take the TV stand outside. I was surprised (in general, but also that someone actually asked), said “It’s yours.” and then closed the door. But after that, it occurred to me that I’d lost an opportunity. So I went to the front where the item was to meet him and chat. I got his name and the exchange was short, but thanked him for asking and was then content that I’d at least attempted to take some time for this man.
Anyway, I bring this up because it made me realize that, even when I have this mission to make relationships and get to know the culture I’m in, it is so easy to make people less important than whatever it is I’m doing or to simply not think about them at all.
If God’s mission in the world is (possibly among other things) to redeem relationships then I can never carry out his mission if I don’t put people first. So, my TV, my house, even my safety fall second in line to God’s call to relationship with him and my neighbors.
Wish us luck in making that a reality.