This time last year I was on a totally different course in life. I was ready to take on Bible College along with the considerable amount of debt that accompanied it. I figured getting a degree with a well known Bible College would make my work in ministry respectable. And by throwing around these words like "work in ministry" and "respectable" I mean getting a prestigious paid job within a ministry. Of course I don't believe that all students in bible colleges around the world are like that. All I mean is that was how I felt. It was at bible college where I found that you can be in ministry and still make a pretty good living, which I was all for. The only problem was I didn't like the school.
Sure it was a good school and many benefit from it year after year, but I didn't. Oh yeah, and my heart motives weren't right. I did find a church body in Portland that accepted me right away. A Christian and Missionary Alliance church called Mosaic. By my second visit to the church I was already invited to the worship team meeting. By my third sunday there, they got me started working on the sound board. Things came easy at that church. People there were extremely friendly and open to me. The leaders were nice to me and accessible, and I even started forming a friendship with the founding pastor of the church. His heart is in church planting and I believe God's leading me into areas like that.
I shared with him some of what I was thinking at the time and he listened, and he got excited. Then he told me to set up a time next semester to talk with him more in depth. Mosaic also had a ministry that reached out to the Warm Springs reservation in Oregon. The hearts of the people that worked with the churches in Warm Springs were unmatched in love and devotion for Native Americans. At that church, I was set. But things changed. A year ago today was when I felt an urgency towards discipling Native Americans. In the years prior I'd received more and more of a hearts desire to see the gospel prepared and delivered to the hearts and minds of America's Indigenous.
It was God moving me towards them. It was God sharing his heart with mine and creating a bond, a partnership, with me. At that moment, praying in the small chapel on Multnomah's campus, was when I discovered that God wanted to walk with me and reach out to and love all of America's Indigenous (from the top of Canada to the bottom most part of Chilé). And on my birthday in 2008, God gave me a mission, a goal towards America's Indigenous. A vision that spread to every single tribe throughout North, Central, and South America. At the end of that intimate prayer time, God told me "now go." I said "what?" God said "go." Things just started working out for me in Portland. Life was settling down. What did God mean by go? (This post became longer than expected so I broke it up into two segments. I'll post the next one tomorrow.)
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