Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” Matthew 28:19-20
There it is. The great commission. This is what I am wrestling with right now. What does this look like? How, in this American culture, does making disciples of Jesus Christ happen? Am I doing it now?
Lately I feel restless. I read Scripture and think about how Jesus walked around and went to people. He made himself accessible. He didn’t just have a Sunday morning meeting. He didn’t just go to the temple. He walked around town. He got in a boat and went across the river. He went to places where even his apostles didn’t want to go. He talked to people who were not looked at as people who a Holy person should talk to. He ate with tax collectors. He ate with prostitutes. He healed people who were considered “dogs” by many. He asked questions.
Is that what I am doing? Am I being salt and light to the world by more than Facebook posts and writing a blog? Am I really showing I love the Lord by really loving my neighbor? Is my faith being shown by my works?
But someone may well say, “You have faith and I have works; show me your faith without the works, and I will show you my faith by my works.” James 2:18
The more I read Scripture the more I feel convicted on all fronts. This is not in a bad way. It is not a guilty feeling. It is a feeling of longing. It is a feeling of longing to be more like Christ. To live a sacrificial life.
As I write this I realize it may be the sin of pride I am fighting with. I sit and sometimes think of the church in countries where it is illegal to be a Christian. I think of how there are places where, if you have a Bible, you can be killed. I think of Paul and other Apostles and disciples who were beaten, put in prison, and killed for going out and proclaiming the Good News.
The crowd rose up together against them, and the chief magistrates tore their robes off them and proceeded to order them to be beaten with rods. When they had struck them with many blows, they threw them into prison, commanding the jailer to guard them securely; and he, having received such a command, threw them into the inner prison and fastened their feet in the stocks. Act 16:22-24
In a contrasting situation, I sit here writing a blog free from that persecution. I live in a country where yes, sometimes Christian views are not popular, but we get to express them in many ways. While that freedom may be threatened one day, I still have that gift. Instead of feeling like I am not sacrificing enough because I am not persecuted, I should take advantage of the Grace and Blessing God has given me by being in this country.
If you are restless out there, let’s get bold. Let’s be the body of Christ. Let’s be the Church and not just go to church. Let’s take care of our brothers and sisters in Christ everyday. Let’s make a difference where we live so the light of Christ can be seen so that people want to be a part of the body. Let’s be salt so people seek the living water of Christ. Let’s build each other up so we are prepared to accept the great commission. Let’s speak the Truth in Love to each other so we can grow up in Christ.
As a result, we are no longer to be children, tossed here and there by waves and carried about by every wind of doctrine, by the trickery of men, by craftiness in deceitful scheming; but speaking the truth in love, we are to grow up in all aspects into Him who is the head, even Christ, from whom the whole body, being fitted and held together by what every joint supplies, according to the proper working of each individual part, causes the growth of the body for the building up of itself in love. Ephesians 4:14-16
I need to be held accountable. The commission needs to be taken seriously.
We need to GO!
If you are not a believer and are reading this blog for the first time I pray the Holy Spirit works in your heart and you know Jesus. I pray He saves you and you are born again. I pray you know He died on the cross for you. I pray you can trust Him and that, because He died on the cross, if you repent and confess He is Lord, you are forgiven and you don’t have to be a slave to your sins. You are free in Jesus Christ. I pray that you believe. I pray in the Awesome name of Jesus Christ.
I’ve been pulled over before. The occasions are rare but they have happened. I’m blessed to have a family member who is a police officer. He has given me a PBA card that I hand to the officer that pulls me over along with the required documents. The card has a statement that asks the officer to extend all courtesies. The officer can extend courtesies on the authority of the officer who issued me this card. He basically can treat me as if I was the issuing officer and show mercy on his authority.
As we celebrate our independence in the United States of America lets remember those who fight for freedom everyday. Let’s remember those who have fallen in battle. I thank you. You put it all on the line for freedom.
As I enter into my 35th year of life I look back on the first 34. I can’t recall all of them. I do recall moments that have shaped me into who I am. Even as a young child the events that occurred helped mold me. Like I said in my last post, I am a 
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