When I first entered the blogging conversation, I was confronted by the fact that my entire Christian life had existed within a Christian bubble.
The extent of my outward focus had been evangelism (I sucked at that) and charity (write a check).
“At this point, I didn’t give much thought to the poor or the lost. Our ‘calling’ was to the church, to raise up, to train, and to disciple.”
I followed the predictable Christian path of being in the church long enough that I no longer really knew people who were not Christians. How was I going to learn to connect with unbelievers again?
I was challenged with the idea of ordinary ministry, but I couldn’t seem to get my arms around that idea. How could I put feet to it? As this stirred in my heart, I struggled with the idea that I should be doing something.
Maybe I needed to find some poor people to serve. I wasn’t really sure how to go about that. Perhaps volunteerism was the answer.
“To be honest, I’ve been sheltered behind the walls of the church for so many years, that I don’t really know how to connect in a meaningful way.”
I realized in my recent posts about privilege and status that if I am ever going to serve effectively, God first must change my heart, to change the way I see people. The gospel, embodying Christ, loving others all begin with with recognizing the social inequities and systems of power that exist everywhere around me.
The first step in serving others requires changing the way that I see.
Lord, help me to see what you see.