I wrote this at the beginning of this football season. God has taught me so much being back in the states. We were told before we left for the “mission field” that if we did not see wherever God planted us as a mission field, we would fail overseas. If we don’t view our neighbors or our jobs or wherever we are as our mission field, we fail. God tells us to go and make disciples (Matt 28:16-20). Everywhere. We are all missionaries.
In our homes and in our communities, we are mandated to tell and teach people about Jesus.
God gives us all different gifts, so it might look different for others. Some might preach. Some might teach. Some might love in action. For some, it might look like a mixture of all. God made us all different parts of the body of Christ. And that’s beautiful.
Here is a mission field God has given me. It has taken me a few years to realize this. And maybe a bit longer for Him to guide me as to HOW to serve these boys. But this is what it looks like for me.
This is my mission field.
I pray over every huddle.
Every water bottle I hand out.
Every goody bag I assemble.
Every pbj sandwich I make.
Every meal I fix.
I pray for these boys.
I pray for them by name.
These men work so hard during the week, and fight so hard during games. So, I fight hard for them.
To take care of them.
Advocate for them.
Whether they need cleats, jerseys, or basic food and shelter.
Not just because I love them big.
But because God loves them bigger.
“Suppose a brother or sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to him, “Go, I wish you well; keep warm and well fed,” but does nothing about his physical needs, what good is it?”
“Learn to do right! Seek justice, encourage the oppressed. Defend the cause of the fatherless, plead the case of the widow.”