Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear.
Mistakes have the power to turn you into something better than you were before.
IT’S COLOMBIA NOT COLUMBIA WITH CSPAN SEPT 2016
If you had asked me a year ago where I would be in September of 2016, I could have answered pretty confidently. I would have told you that I would be living in Fort Mill, SC with my wife Amy and youngest daughter Kip. I would have told you that I would be participating in my morning F3 workouts. I would have told you that I would be continuing to work as a DC manager at Kellogg’s.
I would have described to you how most of my weeks or months look, not that I am predictable or that my life is mundane, yet I do seem to follow a schedule of sorts. I would not have anticipated that in September 2016, God would push me in ways that I had never imagined.
It was not my plan to go to Colombia, South America on a mission trip but it was God’s plan so I went. When first approached about going on a short term mission trip, I did not immediately think it was for me. However, I quickly learned that God does not just call the equipped but He equips the called. After over a month of reflection, I feel ready to share with you all the details and learnings from my trip.
I pray that this inspires at least one of you to try a short term mission trip for yourself.
To really understand my mission trip, we must unpack a few other items, and I must thank a few people who got me interested, and have encouraged me to get involved with a short term mission trip. My first thanks always goes to God, His hand guided me throughout this entire process. The second thank you is always to my M (Amy) who has been helping me figure things out for the last 29 wonderful years.
My children have helped me understand a global perspective with their own mission and humanitarian work at home and abroad.
I must acknowledge the men of F3 and Forest Hill Church in Fort Mill that have helped me understand a very simple motto of Know/Grow/Go for God. I must thank all of F3 because anyone who will talk to me knows for about the last 3.5 years my mission field is at 0515 each morning (except Sunday) and revolves around the men of F3. It has been fun work, and I have been recharged as a Christian man.
I have so many F3 men I need to thank, but I am going to “call out” two specifically. Maximus who about 3 years ago meet with me to discuss a trip to Colombia, and I shut him down because my heart was just not ready. The other man is Funhouse who at a recent #F3Chicken&Wisdom spoke very frankly about how short term mission works, the good and the “real” detail that only men truly trying to be a #HIM (High Impact Man) understand that no nonsense style of communication.
As you read the rest of this, we use a term in F3 called #BLUF (bottom line up front), and my #BLUF recommendation is to get involved in your Church, grow in your faith, and go grow God’s Kingdom. Here is how my story unfolded.
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And he said to them, “The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few. Therefore pray earnestly to the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest.
But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you, and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the end of the earth.”
Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.”
I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he had just finished a rough first day on the job: a flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric drill quit and his ancient one ton truck refused to start.
While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.
When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation.. His face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.
Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.
‘Oh, that’s my trouble tree,’ he replied ‘I know I can’t help having troubles on the job, but one thing’s for sure, those troubles don’t belong in the house with my wife and the children.. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home and ask God to take care of them. Then in the morning I pick them up again.’ ‘Funny thing is,’ he smiled,’ when I come out in the morning to pick ’em up, there aren’t nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before.
THIS ONE IS WORTH SENDING ON.
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance. We all need a Tree!