There was a time in life when I thought a good spiritual life and understanding of missions was valued by how many stamps I had in my passport. To say that I built a house in Mexico, or held a baby in Kenya, or fed the homeless of South America seemed like a great way to earn a place in heaven. Surely serving the least of these  was a great indication of my spiritual depth. Surely. 

But is radical Christianity the same as purpose-driven tourism?

Maybe for some the idea of traveling to foreign lands is really the calling upon their life. But after serving in ministry for over 12 years, I am learning to recognize the difference between a calling and a desire to get on a plane, leave normalcy, and add another jewel to our self-building spiritual crown. We don’t need to get on a plane or build a house or hold a baby for God to reveal Himself to us. 

Maybe—just maybe—God intends to transform our lives not by sending us on a plane to the remote jungles of Botswana, but by tethering us to our boring routines and mundane patterns of life. Some of the most life-changing realizations can happen while we do our homework, sit in a lecture*, rock our own baby, clean our own house, and show up to work on time. 

There’s no doubt changing the scenery in life can certainly change our souls, but before we sign up for the next missions trip or long for the escapism of a holy huddle on foreign soil, many of us are in need of being transformed before we end up living in clay huts ill-equipped to do the work God has called us to do.

Ministry is here and now, local and domestic. For those who are called to lands far, far away, we celebrate the distinct call upon their life and pray for provision and providential movings. But for those of us who sit in offices with no windows, aren’t boarding planes, or building houses, life is still destined for purpose to the glory of God.

Sure, it would be cool to blog from Guam holding a bible in one hand a coconut in another with a picture I posted in Instagram. But as I sit in a hotel room in Lubbock, Texas this morning, I realized that servanthood doesn’t require a passport and ministry isn’t solely for the world-traveler. It’s a daily commitment to recognize life isn’t about me. Daily dying to self, loving others, and giving praise to God is missional. 

Do what God has called you to do. With or without your passport. 😉

Glamorous or not, what is God calling you to do? Are you doing it?

*I realized I had a call of ministry on my life while in graduate school in the middle of a lecture that went something like: I really need to finish my midterm. I really need to meet with Professor Shroud. Wait, I really just want to do ministry and serve people. Truth.

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