I grew up in a dynamic church. I was in EVERYTHING! If the doors were open, I was there. We did VBS, youth camp, choir, choir tour, service projects, small groups, mission trips, etc. There were so many different ways to do ministry. But, between the hard work and the heart to grow in Lord and share the Good News there was often one commonality. And this commonality has often been the highlight of most of my church experiences.
FUN!
That's it. We had fun. Maybe that makes me shallow, but next to Jesus, that was the drawing factor. When the tears dried or the song was sung there was still fun to be had.
The weird thing is, that I wouldn't call the ministry that I am in at this stage of life fun. It's hard work and it's definitely not comfortable. I have to push myself to learn language, to get the guts to speak up when all the women ate talking at once (literally), to shake it off when the punky middle-schoolers are throwing snowballs at the foreign lady.
But, I'm a big girl and I know that life is more than fun and games. Now, certainly with three brilliantly funny kids, a sarcastic husband and a great team, there is fun to be had. That is for sure. I even have fun with many of my local friends even though they rarely get my jokes.
(Rabbit trail... My latest major joke flop was when Callie's teacher invited us over for tea. I answered, "My daughter's teacher (him) gives her too much homework so we'll have to do it on the weekend." He just said, "Ok. Our apartment is number 8. We'll see you at 7." GONG!!!!)
Lately the word intentional is ringing in my head. I am living life all day every day smack dab in the middle of people with no hope. But, I've got it! I've got the peace that passes all understanding. I've got assurance of my salvation and don't have to strive to earn it. I've faith that Jesus is walking right beside me and often carrying me. I have the Holy Spirit inside me to guide me.
I've got it! That's better than fun. That's the secret to life!
I just struggle with how to let it out. I often beg the Lord to cause Himself to ooze out of me onto those around me. I ask Him to shine so bright right through me that others will see Him. I implore Him to show me how to serve by being His hands and feet.
But ministry does not look like it once did for me. It doesn't look like the time when I was in Peru serving street children. The local pastor bought some bananas from a street vendor and for a few extra coins he was allowed to use the vendor's bullhorn. As he called through the speaker like a seasoned carnival barker children came running from every nook and cranny to hear the message. Their smiles went from ear to ear. Hundreds of them came running, hungry for the Word.
It's not like when we would break up into two groups, men and women, during small group and share and pray and love on each other for hours.
It's not like when we had the square dance in the tiny ancient cabin out on the banks of the Kentucky River. The laughter and sweat steamed out into the cold night air.
It's not like that.
So what is it like?
Ministry is taking my elderly neighbor for her radiation treatments so she won't have to ride 2 buses and a minibus to get to the distant hospital. In the car I share the second greatest commandment- "Love your neighbor as yourself," in answer to her question about why I would take and entire afternoon to go through this with her.
Ministry is relating one of Jesus' parables to my women's group or saying yes to tea guests when I want to scream no.
Ministry looks like yesterday. I had a full morning with the girls before scooting them off to school. (They go to afternoon school that starts at 12:45). I talked with Noah for a few minutes as he was released from school. (He has morning school, in the same building as the girls, that starts at 7:30.) I handed the keys over to Noah and cautioned him to eat something decent for lunch as he headed home.
I walked over a few blocks and caught the minibus up to the central part of our slice of town. There I met my team leader. She and I discussed life, faith, kids, husbands, and so much more over a bowl of soup. Then I stopped in to the market to pick up a few things before boarding the minibus back down to my neighborhood.
When I got home I hod tons to do. A weekend's worth of laundry, picking up, emails, and of course dinner doesn't make itself. I greeted Noah and busily began my tasks. He told me that my neighbor had come up to visit. No big deal, it happens all the time. She had missed me. I'll catch her next time, I thought as I folded laundry.
But I just kept thinking about her. Finally, I put my laundry basket down, told Noah I was headed down to the 3rd floor for a bit, and grudgingly pushed the elevator button. This is not what I had planned for the rest of my afternoon.
She invited me in and we exchanged pleasantries. The conversation began to flow and before I knew it we were in deep waters. My sweet friend was in tears. You see, she has a newborn, and a two year old, and a school-age child. All boys. Her husband works the evening shift. She has no family. She feels alone and overwhelmed.
In that moment I was able to speak words of life into her. I was able to tell her that the Lord had laid her on my heart. That I why I ended up coming over. I was able to encourage her that she is doing a great job. She can do it. And that we are happy to help her with anything she needs. I think most of all I was able to simply distract her from the prison that being a mother a small children can sometimes confine us to.
I didn't say anything special or extraordinarily spiritual. I just encouraged her. Told her my funny stories from when I was serving my time in mommy cell block #9.
I did tell her that the enemy wants her to feel this way. He is desperately trying to fill her head with isolating and depressing lies.
What I pray that I was able to do was offer her a bit of hope, truth, and at the very least a sounding board and distraction for an hour.
So, that's what ministry looks like for me. it's not pretty. It's not easy. It's not in English (darn!). And the confines are quite blurry. But I have a new resolve to be more bold and more intentional. To weave truth and Scripture into every conversation. To be a light in my dark neighborhood.
The children aren't running at me with smiles on their faces, hanging on my every word. It's different. But it is Kingdom work. And God's kingdom is big, and diverse, and messy. It's not always fun, but it is always worth it. And I have found that there is nothing better than Jesus.