10.08.2011

Missionary Positions: How a Wife does it.

When I read this guest post, from Alise Wright, I wanted to post it that very second - I loved it that much.

I think Alise is the bee's knees for a bunch of reasons, but these are my top 3:  She's rad.  We have the same last name (which makes us almost practically real life sisters pretty much).  Aaaaand, she compiled and edited an entire book's worth of sad/poignant/funny/true stories from people living with depression and has graciously made them available to the rest of us in her book, "Not Alone".

So enjoy her post and then go check out her book.

Um....but, I don't mean "check out her book" like, from the library... I mean buy it.



The Reverse Missionary

When I start thinking about missionaries, I think about people are sharing Jesus with people. A missionary is someone who knows the gospel message and whose life goal it is to tell that life-giving message to anyone who will listen. I’ve been in the Church long enough to know that you don’t have to go to Africa to be a missionary (though it totally helps your missionary cred), but missionaries have a group they’re out to make sure to tell the story to. The unsaved.
I’m a Christian and my husband is an atheist.
So we all know who MY mission field is, right?
Yeah, not so much.
I’ve met a lot of atheists in the past two years and one thing I’ve found about almost all of them is that they know the story. They know who Jesus is, they know what Christianity teaches, they know what we believe. They’ve visited our churches, listened to our songs, read our holy book. The message is not the problem.
We are.
We, the Church. We who talk about grace, but are quick to cheer when the bad guy gets his. We who talk about talk about forgiveness, but would rather hold a grudge. We who talk about desiring persecution for His name’s sake, but make sure that we do our fair share of persecuting of “the other”. We who talk about God’s acceptance, but are loathe to share our filth with one another.
And I can look at this and point to all of the reasons why we suck, but I think it boils down to one thing. We don’t believe that God really and truly loves us the way he says he does. And when we don’t believe it, we can’t live it, not really. We serve a God can do “immeasurably more than we ask or imagine” and yet we place limits on how much he can love. We place them on ourselves and as a result, on others.
So my mission? To show love. God’s wide, long, high, deep, immeasurable love. Love that is wild and free. Love that reaches further than we can think, further than we dare to hope. Because when we get that, deep in our bones, we don’t have to worry about making sure people know the gospel.

We will BE the gospel.

  
For more from Alise, visit her blog "Alise... Write!", follow her on the Twitter machine, and go check out (meaning buy) her new book, "Not Alone" :)
Ps. I've been traveling and conferencing and eating and sleeping and meeting cool people in Atlanta this whole past week, but will resume regularly scheduled (technically, not scheduled at all) blogging soon. 


Pps. I hope my plane doesn't crash tomorrow. But if it does? ....Bye.