I grew up in the South Suburbs of Chicago. My neighborhood and schools were made up of black, white, and brown people. Some black people were violent, some white people were violent, and some brown people were violent. I witnessed with my own eyes a white male teacher physically assaults a young black woman in […]
“Missional” is a fairly new term that has been thrown around in Christian circles for the past few years. If you understand what Missional is, you’ll know what I’m talking about, but if you have no clue what Missional means, here goes: “Missional living” is a Christian term that describes a missionary lifestyle; adopting the posture, thinking, behaviors, and practices of a missionary in order to engage others with thegospel message. That definition is from Wikipedia. Here’s how we’re living it out around our house:
We love Jesus. We know He has enormous love for us and the people He sends our way every day. We are intentional about being God’s representitives of His love wherever we are. At this phase of my life, I’m not travelling a lot to places like Africa, India, Mexico, etc. to spread God’s love. But I am travelling to my kitchen, and my living room, and my back yard. Here’s why:
We’ve made our home a Missional Outpost. We pray that every person that comes through our doors will know and understand the love of Jesus because of the love we have for one another and the love we share with them. The other day we had a new little friend over who was not following the rules and called one child a bad name. I gently pulled her aside, looked into her precious round blue eyes and said, “Sweetheart, this is a house of love. We don’t call eachother bad names here.” Another little guy that is always over here piped in and said, “She’s right! We love people here!” It made me so happy to hear him say that.
Here are some of the very easy and practical things we do to make our home “Missional”:
We have an open door policy. Any kid can come over to our house. Good kids. Bad kids. We take them all.
Everyone follows the rules. We are a house of love, so no name calling, fighting, stealing, or back talking.
Everyone helps each other. If a kid eats over for dinner, they help out. They are usually the ones more eager to help than my own children.
We talk. We swap stories at the dinner table about our day. Each kid shares at least one “high” and one “low” from their day. Once everyone has shared one story, the talkers can have their turn to share more.
We pray. We pray before we eat dinner, or before the kids go to bed at a sleep over. Not once has a guest been freaked out by this. They love it. The past few nights one of our regular “guests” could not wait to ask if he could pray.
Our little buddy found his way to Jesus at our dinner table. Missional living is not difficult. We love and serve Jesus as a family, and we just ask others to join in along the way.
I’d love to hear your Missional Living stories! I bet you are already doing it and don’t even know it. 🙂
It’s not too often that Rob and I get all dressed up at the same time. Last week we were able to attend the South Bend Homeless Center Dancing With the Stars auction. No, we didn’t dance, and that’s probably a good thing for all who attended. We did, however, win one of the silent auctions which was pretty fun. The event brought in about $350,000, which I believe is a record year for the event. Rob did the prayer at the beginning, which is why he’s all decked out in a suit and tie in the above photo. We were honored to be a part of this year’s auction, and so happy so much money was raised for such a great cause.
Rob and I were asked to help serve communion for Granger’s Good Friday service. For me, there is no greater honor in the church than to offer the hope of salvation when we can stand together and serve as we say to each person, “The body of Christ broken for you”, and “The blood of Christ shed for you.”
I am always astounded at the different responses that people have as they receive communion. Some openly weep. Some look me right in the eyes and beam with joy. Others go through the motions with no readable expression.
One elderly man was carried out of his wheelchair by a man and woman, who held him up on either side as he made his way toward us. The man wore a hospital bracelet. I am almost certain he came directly from the hospital because of the bandages he wore, and the frailness of his body. I was touched by the act of love this man and woman offered him by bringing him to church on Good Friday. He was so close to Jesus in the sense that his days on this earth are limited. His hands were so weak that he could not pull the bread off the loaf. I had the privilege of breaking it off and handing it to him. As I did, I could not help but wonder if this is the last time this man would receive communion on this side of heaven. What if he wakes up tomorrow, and it isn’t the broken bread in his hand, but the real hand of Jesus?
Another family came up, their son obviously new to the communion scene. His dad held his hand, placed it on the bread and showed him how to break it off and dip it in the cup. The boy smiled so brightly and his dad was so proud. I couldn’t believe I got to be a part of that special moment.
As we stood and served, I had this profound sense of holiness and redemption. Perfection that lives in heaven that is brought to earth when believers come together to remember that He died, rose, and lives again that we might be forgiven and redeemed.
Living in those few minutes of perfection spoke deeply into my soul as one after another received the body and blood of Christ. Some looked Jesus in the eyes. Some shrugged it off as their crumbs fell to the floor. Others walk away transformed unknowingly by a grace they have yet to understand.
I was changed, and so grateful for the opportunity to serve that elderly man perhaps his last communion, and the little boy who held his dad’s hand and smiled.
The picture I shared a few days ago and this one today are what I’ve been thinking about lately. I am so thankful for my friend Gene Ort who sent this pic to me this week . It stopped me in my tracks and caused me to remember why Rob and I do what we do.
My job on this planet is to bring light of Jesus to the darkest corners of the world. I hope that at the end of my life people remember me for the light I brought first to my own family, then to the ends of the earth.
How about you? How do you want to be remembered? I dare you to think hard about it and share it with someone.
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The Missional Mom by Helen Lee
Missional Mom is an amazing book filled with examples and ideas about how moms can make their worlds “missional.” The idea of missional is that no matter where you are, what you are doing, God placed you there on purpose and for a purpose. Helen Lee delves deep into the subject, biblically, theologically, and practically — sighting numerous examples of moms who chose to go from mundane to missional.
I was so encouraged by this book. I meet so many moms who are living ordinary lives, are wonderful people, but don’t feel like they are good enough, or smart enough, or at the right place or time in their lives to make a difference for God’s kingdom. Helen Lee debunks that myth, pointing out that God is already at work, and it is up to us to decide if we want to join in his work or not.
I highly recommend this book to not only moms, but anyone who wants to turn their ordinary life into a missional one. Visit Helen Lee’s site at http://themissionalmom.com/
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