As I have been thinking and re-thinking what it means to be on mission with God, I have begun experimenting...
I have used cuss words.
I have opened up my life and home to people who aren't believers.
I have entered into deep, theological/philosophical debate with people smarter than me.
I have listened to a guy talk about his religion and asked questions about it.
I have thrown off many old forms and old "missions" that used to be references.
I am working in a place with one other Christian believer.
In short, I have stepped out of the Christian ghetto to a place where Jesus-in-me can shine in darkness. I'm no longer surrounded by people who think like me or act like me.
In doing so, I've crossed some lines I never thought I would [cussing] and some lines I'd always hoped to [friendships with unbelievers]. So, now in the middle of my missional life, I have two observations about my journey.
#1 - Missional living is a delicate balance between living the gospel and building relationships. As recently as yesterday, I caught myself on the wrong side of that balance. I didn't speak up when I needed to, and it really surprised me.
#2 - The call, GOD's vox, presses me further in. There is so much more that I need to do / learn / hear / say / be in this process. Not too long ago, I thought I'd seen and done all I could have - that it would just be more of the same from here on out. Ironically, the new things I see on the horizon have to do with a renewal of vision and fire.
I don't know if this made sense, but I'm glad I got it out there.
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I emailed jlt about his comments with a very very long email about what I believe about cussing. If you're interested in reading the email, just let me know.
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