Seven billion people on a spinning ball

Posted by Tom Ballinger

 

Nicknames:

Some earned, some carried over, and some self–proclaimed; none the less they can provide some levity and contribute to the fellowship experienced by a random group of eight men on a Mission Trip.

(They can also be handy when the eight include two Brads, two Toms, two other guys both with the last name Graves, a Rick and a Rich!)

The following are some thoughts and reflection of one “Tommy Croaky”

We are called to praise and worship our Awesome God in song thus I feel compelled to include some hymn singing and karaoke with our daily morning devotionals: this also served the purpose of proving that God has a great sense of humor as he chose to NOT equip me with even a bucket to carry a tune in.

(The rumors that my off pitch cantering were causing Fuego to belch, by the way, are completely unfounded!)

Despite being severely vocally challenged I do enjoy singing, particularly along with professionally recorded worship music playing loud in my truck. That is what was occurring during my drive home as I was reflecting on the week in Guatemala and listening to the Newsboys’ Fishers of Men.

This is the First verse of the song:

Seven billion people on a spinning ball

And they all mean the world to You

It's time like these that I feel so small

There must be somethin' I can do

I played it safe in shallow water

Never had the faith to cross the border

God, I've gotten good at being comfortable

It's time to leave my comfort zone

Seven billion people on a spinning ball

And they all mean the world to You

 

There it was again ringing out again in song—all equally loved by God--all 7 billion of us!

As Scott said in his blog post; from the Midwest middle class to the poorest of the poor in Guatemala. As the other Tommy observed in Tecpan on market day; God knows every hair on every grungy head and loves us all the same!

 

Never had the faith to cross the border

God, I've gotten good at being comfortable

It's time to leave my comfort zone

 

 

 

Was this speaking to reflection on traveling to a foreign land? To being uncomfortable when you’re unable to speak the language?

No it was deeper and more all-encompassing that just the moving experiences in Guatemala….

As Scott shared in his Lo mismo blog post:

“If I am willing to travel to a foreign country to share Jesus with a Guatemalan farmer who smells like a campfire, and wears clothes that I wouldn’t use as rags, then why don’t I have the same motivation to share the gospel with my next door neighbor?”

Sharing the gospel

It’s not about the wheel chairs, the house, the stoves, the shoes; it’s not about the chiclet’s or matchbox cars or even the beautiful children and their big heart melting smiles.

It's all about Jesus and eternal salvation---It’s about sharing the gospel. If necessary use words…even if the best you have is to say “El gospel-O”. God will provide what you need to do it; like an amazing missionary named Chris or a Mayan brother Pablo born to bring hearts to Christ.

2Cor 4:5 “For what we preach is not ourselves, but Jesus Christ as Lord, and ourselves as your servants for Jesus’ sake.”

The steep rocky roads that led us through the poverty and mountain splendor that is the village of Xepac; the windy skinny highway to Santa Cruz fraught with deadly chicken buses that took us to the wheel chair distribution; main street home town USA….It’s time to leave our comfort zones and follow these roads to share with our brothers and sisters…the way to the narrow path.

AFTGOG,

Tomas Grande

Posted in 2016 Guatemala.

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