It was at Infusion during a social justice class that a question mark grew in my mind. How come Christians know so little about what is going on in the world? And how is it, that if we do know, we do so little about it?
One might call it the sin of complacency. Yes, I think it is a sin. And yes...I am guilty.
Yet, I feel hope. While I was leading the Encounter (small) group, I was asking each student what his/her dream was for their future. There were lots of good answers, all reflecting a determination to live a life of significance.
There was one young man, however, that startled me with his dream. He is kind of hard to describe. I will call him quirky. I think he might agree with that description. His dream - he is majoring in social work because he wants to go overseas and help stop human (sex) trafficking.
All of sudden, he didn't seem so quirky. He seemed unique. He seemed to be a man on a mission.
You know, I think he will do it. And I think he will be successful.
I will be keeping my eyes on him.
13 June 2010
01 June 2010
A Jig (Infusion 2010)
Cerebral palsy - no way!
Cynicism - dead end!
OCD - no, no, no!
Cruel friends - losers!
These things were waging war for "Jim's" heart. I could see it as we met together in Encounter groups and in individual conversations over the dinner table.
And yet, he was searching. His physical ailments, seen in his hesitant gait as he walks with a cane, represented his spiritual quest as well. A slow and interrupted pace toward something that makes sense - a purpose.
"Jim" is very much an intellectual. One might call him a pessimist. He will call himself a realist. I will call him "a piece of work." He questioned me on whether free will is a divine joke. He questioned me on whether the whole world is an illusion and only the mind is real. He then asked if I wanted to play chess. I said "no." He thinks too much.
Those kind of cynical questions came to an abrupt end last night when he admitted belief in Jesus was entirely logical. He confessed his sin and walked right into the loving arms of his Savior and Lord.
Today, "Jim" believes.
And I did a jig...
"Jim" smiled.
I think God did too.
Cynicism - dead end!
OCD - no, no, no!
Cruel friends - losers!
These things were waging war for "Jim's" heart. I could see it as we met together in Encounter groups and in individual conversations over the dinner table.
And yet, he was searching. His physical ailments, seen in his hesitant gait as he walks with a cane, represented his spiritual quest as well. A slow and interrupted pace toward something that makes sense - a purpose.
"Jim" is very much an intellectual. One might call him a pessimist. He will call himself a realist. I will call him "a piece of work." He questioned me on whether free will is a divine joke. He questioned me on whether the whole world is an illusion and only the mind is real. He then asked if I wanted to play chess. I said "no." He thinks too much.
Those kind of cynical questions came to an abrupt end last night when he admitted belief in Jesus was entirely logical. He confessed his sin and walked right into the loving arms of his Savior and Lord.
Today, "Jim" believes.
And I did a jig...
"Jim" smiled.
I think God did too.
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