“You’re not a real pastor unless you are one to the person you least like!” The pastor’s words echoed inside me as two faces came to mind.
You’re not a real missionary unless you are a missionary to them.
I cringed. “Lord, do You expect me to minister to them? They don’t like us and don’t want anything to do with us.”
Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us. (1 John 4:10).
“Are You really wanting me to minister to them even if they don’t respond? They’ve pushed us so far away. What benefit could there be in trying to engage them any further?”
I loved you when you didn’t love me. Be their salt (Matt. 5:13).
“Lord Jesus, thank You for loving me, for caring for me, even when I didn’t love You back. Please fill me with Your love for them. Fill me with Your compassion for them. Give me Your salt for them because I don’t have any of my own.”
They need a blender. Get them a blender—the same quality that you have.
I cringed again. That would be a financial sacrifice. “Okay, Lord.”
We bought the blender, wrapped it in pretty paper, included a card and prayed a lot! They accepted the package with barely a thank-you and left without opening it.
“See God, what was the point of that?”
I asked you to obey. I didn’t tell you what the outcome would be. Trust and obey.
There is no end . . . yet! But what God is teaching us as it unfolds is invaluable: A real missionary is one who allows Christ to love through them, regardless of what the outcome may be.
Join us and be real missionaries to the Pendjari people through your prayers and financial support so that, together, we may rejoice eternally in the everlasting ending.