The day millions around the world celebrate the day Jesus was born. I wonder how many of those millions realize what it meant for Jesus to leave his perfect, heavenly home in order to come and live in our imperfect world where many here hate his Father. He knew what kind of sacrifice he was making. He knew that many of mankind would come to hate him as well and that they would orchestrate his murder. Yet he came anyway.
This is what separates Christianity from any other religion. That God would humble himself to become an ordinary man in order to give his life as a payment for all mankind’s sin. How can we not see the great love in this sacrifice?
We are compelled by this same love. We must go and love.
I admit I struggle at times with leaving my family, my home, my dog Sonny, and my “things” behind and moving several countries away from my land of birth. God reminds me of Abraham and Sarah, packing up and leaving their homeland. They didn’t even know where they were going! At least we do!
The fact that we have many friends already in Honduras makes the transition easier. Hardly a week goes by that I don’t receive a message from one of our “kids” in Honduras. God has knit our hearts together. We are humbled to be called to go help the people of Honduras.
We’ve become uncomfortable in our comfort.
As followers of Jesus Christ we are instructed by him to “Go and make disciples of ALL NATIONS, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that he commanded us.” Matthew 28: 29,20
So we will once again go.