Something smells.
As I sit here on a rickety metal bed, trying to think of what to write a blog about, I realise it is my shirt that smells, my shirt that I have been wearing since Saturday.
Our laundry has been out since Monday, so I am a bit short on clothes to wear.
But smells nor laundry are the reason I am writing.
Kijabe leaves me, at times, wrestling with myself over what to do for ministry, or, whether what I have been doing as ministry has really been a ministry at all.
It can be discouraging at times, to think "Was any of that really ministry? What difference did it make?"
I am on a missions trip, after all… shouldn't everything I am doing while I am in Kenya be a ministry simply because of that fact?
The truth is, not everything is, or has been, ministry. It is entirely too easy to be distracted by the most insignificant details in life, and to let those things keep me from doing what I believe Christ has called me to do.
I believe Christ has called me to love people, to love people radically, and in doing so, that in loving people, I am bringing him glory.
Instead of worrying about my life, and my circumstances, and my haves and have nots, I ought to really concern myself more with others.
Today Jesus revealed somethings to me about my heart towards people. I didn't disregard people, or despise them to some great extent, but I have always had a hard time seeing them in the same light that Jesus sees them in.
I am starting to see people through Jesus' eyes, and, I pray, beginning to love them and relate to them in the same way too.
