And again, in the words of John Denver: “My bags are packed, I’m ready go…” The good thing is my Sweetie‘s bags and daughter’s bags are packed and ready to go with me. I wish this young lady and this young lady (and their brothers who don’t blog) where going with us, but alas they are grown-up and have responsibilities!
In just a few short hours we will be getting up to head to TPA to fly to Miami, then off to Honduras. It has been months of planning, meetings, fund-raisers and all the while getting to know (a little bit) the wonderfully diverse group of brothers and sisters in Christ who all share a burden to take the love of Christ, along with medical supplies, exams, eye glasses, flip-flops, school supplies, health kits, clothes, and many wonderful surprises for the little ones to the wonderful Honduran people located in the villages near San Francisco, Honduras.
While many of us, at least to me, are still what I would call acquaintances — because you don’t get a whole lot of time to really know each other while serving and busing tables during a fund-raiser — I am certain after the next seven days, we will know things about each other that only close family knows. FUN!!
Something I am really looking forward to is serving Christ alongside my blood family. There will be three generations of Bowman’s along for the ride. It is not as if we have not all served Him together in countless ways in the past, but this is a focused, week-long effort were we get to “GO.” Not that all our other efforts together aren’t GO’s, they are. I suppose it is the month’s of effort and planning that goes into this that makes this a little more like the great commission. (As I write that, that Still Small Voice says to me, “They are all the great commission, treat them all equally!”)
So there you have it. Kind-of puts things into perspective. Every opportunity we have to serve is the great commission. It doesn’t matter if we are crossing the Gulf of Mexico or crossing the street, we are called to GO and show Christ’s love to all those we meet. We are called to be His hands and feet in all that we do, not just the big efforts, but the everyday activities we are involved in: going to the grocery store, walking the dog, cooking a meal, household chores, driving the kids to school, and yes, driving on US 19 in Pasco/Pinellas county, FL. (Those of you who do it, know!) 🙂
My Savior and King, I thank you for this opportunity to do good works that you planned for me to walk in. Let each of us be real examples of Your hands and feet as we minister to Your children (young and old). Let us walk in humility, always pointing to Your glory, honor, and power! And, let us return with a renewed and re-vitalized call to the mission field in our own back yard — to our neighbors. In Your Mighty Name, Amen!
Where has God called you to minister in your own back yard? What are some of your favorite missionary stories (local or abroad)? Share them so we can all be encouraged!