At exactly 8:11p.m. tomorrow (Friday) I will join about 17 other people on a trip to the great state of Alabama. It's technically a "mission trip." I cringe when I hear that phrase. We sometimes stuff missions into a box. A box we pull out from time to time, depending on when our church's next trip is. But honestly, missions is so much more... It's not something you have to go and do... you don't have to go paint someone's house, or serve in a soup kitchen. You don't even have to go visit the homeless or bring the message to an apartment complex... though that's what we're doing this weekend.
All we need to do is love...
We don't have to go somewhere like Alabama, or the ghetto... For most of us in college it's in our dorm rooms, it's on our halls and in our dorms... People needing love... that's our mission.
Do we really love our neighbor as ourself? (Luke 10:27)
Do we love the weird kids, the whiz kids, the smelly kids, the fat kids, the short kids, retarded kids, the foreign kids?
Do we as Christians love the rejected?
Loving the unlovable...
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