As i sat on the linoleum floor of our kitchen in Tijuana, Mexico i smiled. I could hear the dogs that barked almost every night and the truck that drove by our dorm almost every 15 minutes with a megaphone shouting advertisements in Spanish. I looked around me at the people that sat next to, and across from me one was a new brother and others i've known for awhile now.
"One thing God has taught me in the 2 months i've been living here is that God's will for your life is the most dangerous place you can be." I listened to my new brother as he showed us his heart, but this sentence touched my own heart. At first i didn't understand what the heck he was trying to get across, and how anything that had God attached to it could be dangerous. But he continued.
"When you're in the middle of God's will, and you've completely given up your whole self to him, that is when things get dangerous. God will ask you to do things you don't want to do, to go to places you aren't really sure you want to go to, but the cool thing is being dangerous for God is the only thing i want to do in my life."
Now i understood. Living a comfortable life with security wasn't what God wanted. He wanted us to be radical for Him, to step out of our comfortable little mind set and sacrifice for him, to serve for him, and to bend low for him. Tijuana, Mexico is beautiful but that is because i could see God there. Every orphan i loved on, every alcoholic i locked eyes with, and every mamma that wanted a better life for her children i saw Jesus's face. I saw Jesus's hand right on their life and i sit on my couch in my living room i miss it. I miss being uncomfortable, i miss being tired and worn out for Jesus. But i'm not going to let my love for the people in Mexico to stop me from loving here in Coldwater, Michigan. I've come to serve, and serve for Jesus.
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