The first Thursday of every month, a couple of available students go downtown to our church’s compassion center. A place of free medical, free legal, free treatment for people from our town and surroudning area that can’t afford health insurance, perscriptions, legal aid and other needs they have that most Americans would consider basic needs. Anway, over the last 3 years the students and I really haven’t done much there as far as ministering to the patients is concerned. We have said “hello” in passing, but never have initiated conversation or offered to do anything for those folks.
The way the compassion works is this, the people line up, they get inside, they sit, they get their need met and go home. Well, I really feel like the Lord has been calling me there to real ministry, so last night following the Lord’s leading, we launched a new phase of our youth group’s trek there. I sent my students around to the various people to ask them if we could pray for them or a loved one. I was amazed by the response of the people, a gloomy atomosphere became a place of optimism and the dark cloud of shame that hung over people’s heads for being in a position to require aid lifted. I think for the first time these folks felt the dignity of their humanity. Let’s be honest, sometimes when in a service work such as this, there is a tendency to see patients as a quota to be met, or a prescription to be filled. I want for our community there to be a noticeable difference when these good people walk into our doors, a difference that lets people know that our church body really cares about them.
So, our kids and I after making the rounds among the scattered people, went upstairs to assigned work room for our other reason for going there. But, before we really started working, we prayed and we basically asked that God’s shalom would permeate the workers and the lives of the people that migrate to our compassion center week after week. This experience moved my kids from observer Christians to stepping out into the unknown waters of practicing and professing Christians. Our churches are full of observers. Those that come to church to sit and take notes and then go home. Those who have very little to no engagement with their world, outside a trip to the grocery story or gas station. I want to change the way we think about church. I am beginning with my students teaching them that church is not a place, it is the people, and that we have a mission to live, and that we can make a difference in this community, and even the world by living out what we claim we believe about Jesus. My kids that experienced this prayer endeavor have talked to their parents about how it has changed them in the way they view the work that takes place in the our compassion ministry.
“Lord, I am asking that you do big things through the lives of these kids who are stepping out into uncharterd waters and choosing to live what they believe instead of hiding behind the church doors. Give us a boldness that we never knew we had about proclaiming the name of Jesus. Lord, all of this work is for you and for your glory, not ours. Lord, we go and mingle with the sick, broken people in our community so you can be glorifed, so people will see Jesus as real and present in this world. Father, thank you for stirring within us all a desire to make a difference. In Jesus name, Amen.”
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