Yes, but didn’t I tell you to go and make disciples?
Our ASSIGNMENT yesterday was to go over by the school and clean all the rubble up in front of the wall so it could be painted and have a Bible verse placed on it. Our COMMISSION for the day was entirely different (I’ll get to that part in a minute).
We had our ASSIGNMENT, so off we went, with our little band of painters, street cleaners and trash picker uppers, to clean up the area and paint the wall. But what about your COMMISSION? (I’ll get to that). The wall was located at an intersection of several streets in a neighborhood and it was a pretty busy place. The area in front of the wall had the usual types of rubble in it, broken glass, plastic containers, dead grass and lot’s of unmentionable stuff. I didn’t mind cleaning it up, hard work is something I have done all my life. In fact I was thinking that there is a lot of dignity in work and I’m glad my parents taught me how to work.
All the time I’m working on the area at the base of the wall, I kept noticing over to my left that there was a building on the corner where a sizable group of men were hanging out and to make things more interesting they all had motorcycles. It just didn’t look like the kind of place that I needed to go to with my evangacube and talk about Jesus. Give me young kids, teenagers, and certain adults, but not BIG bad motorcycle riding tough guys. So with this thought running through my mind, I continued to work on the wall and every now and then I would look up and gaze over at the corner spot and it now looks like there are even more men than before.
We break for lunch, the area at the wall is almost finished and we all retire to the local church for a much needed break and some food. After lunch the game plan is to go out into the neighborhood and evangelize. As we head back, I’m thinking, “may be they will just not be there when we return‘.
We eat lunch and return to the wall and wouldn’t you just know it they are still there. Rats! Now I have a problem. I obviously know they are there and I’m about to go out and evangelize and I sure don’t want to go over where they are. I sure hope God doesn’t prompt me to go over there. Surly he knows I’m best at speaking with just about anyone except mean, tough looking, motorcycle riding guys. I remember my COMMISSION which is, “Go And Make Disciples.”
We break up into teams and get our area assignments and all the while I’m thinking, surly God would not do this to me, but he does. Sure enough, we (my translator and Colombian national team), are assigned the very corner where the tough guys are.
As it turns out all the men are private taxi drivers. Try and not think about car taxis but motorcycle taxis.
The agreed to hear my testimony and listen to our avangecube presentation. During the time of my presentation I noticed that two of them were actually misty eyed and very attentive. Unbelievably no one came up for a taxi during our time with the drivers and these big burley taxi drivers actually began to look rather friendly. In fact they were very friendly. And all this trumped up felling of fear and rejection was just all in my head. Besides God has already given us the victory
Long story short....9 taxi drivers became my spiritual brothers that day and I learned a great deal about fear and trust in the Lord.
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