Summary: Who here can you love tonight?
When I was a freshman in high school I walked through the doors of mission Christ for the first time. There were a lot of reasons I came.
My band was playing a show there at a thing called club Christ, my band has since broken up.
There was a girl who invited me who I thought was pretty great, she is now married to an old roommate of mine.
There were also a lot of friends I had made who were going, all of which have now moved on to different things in their lives
I came to mission for a lot of reasons, but I stayed because I heard the gospel preached in such a way that showed me that I had a part to play in it.
I remember sitting there listening to Bill Brannan speak about the life and calling of God and being hardly able to sit still. I wanted to jump up right then and there and go over to the dairy queen and tell everyone about the amazing things God was doing.
It was at Mission Christ that I first believed in my heart that God was involved with this world, and had called me to help.
Since then so much has happened I can’t even tell you a small fraction of it. I have seen people healed of diseases. Spoken to demons and cast them out of people. The deaf have been healed before my eyes and the lame have walked. I have had prayers answered time and time again. Have had my heart broken and changed. I have had times of despair, and times of Joy. But the reason I started on this journey has come back to me time and time again.
I have a place in this story, and it is a better, sweeter, and higher calling then anything my wildest dreams have imagined.
The Gospel is a thing of wonder, and wonder is to be treasured above any riches of this world.
There was a great teacher who died tragically in a car accident a number of years ago. His name was Mike Yakonelli, he had become a father to many people like myself, and had given his life to helping kids know God. I heard the last talk he ever gave and I will never forget one thing he said.
Mike told a story about kids. He said if you go into a kindergarten classroom and ask the kids who here can sing? Every hand will go up.
What can you sing?
Where can you sing?
If you ask who can dance, it’s the same.
But go to a high school class and you’ll have a different story. A few cautious hands go up for singing, even less for dancing.
Ask a group of middle age people who can sing, you’re lucky to find one.
Somewhere in between recess and retirement most people loose hope in doing anything.
And with that the wonder leaves to.
Do you remember what it was like to be young? How broken chalk on the sidewalk could be a hidden treasure. The way a robin could catch your eyes. A duck was the highlight of a day, and your surroundings could instantly be turned into a battlefield and a stick into a sword. In those days I truly believed I would spend my adult life killing wild lions that would attack the villages in Africa where I would live. The Amazon would be my road, and I’d find myself in all the right places at all the right times healing, and helping all kinds of people.