Reflecting on Hands and a few thoughts about my identity
In my last entry I talked about the life of missions. It really is a different life. But since I wrote that entry, I have shoveled a lot of snow, made a snowman and risked my life on the wet roads. And I am thinking of another key thing about a missional life.
Because a life in missions is all consuming, it seems like many people begin to get their identity from that life. They define their value and their person through the sacrifice of living far away from friends and family.
That is very dangerous . . . what if you have to leave missions to take care of aging parents, sick kids, geopolitical strife?
Does God still love you if you are out of the life that you have invested so much to live?
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Did you have to stop and think? If so, take a minute to think about this. Do you think that God loves you any more or less based on what you are doing? The answer of course is NO, but in our culture what we do drives our value.
We value those careers that show leadership and lead to financial success and fame.
But in reality God cares very little about what we do - and cares much more about who we trust. He wants our identity to come from who we are in Him and not who we are in our profession.
What does that look like practically? Imagine being in missions for 5 years and then having to leave and work in a Starbucks. Would your identity be as a barista or as a child of God?


