Never Stop Growing


‘Twenty-somethings’ is the term used to describe those who find themselves at the edge of the great chasm in life that hangs between childhood, being cared for, and figuring things out on your own. Many of us are here, looking for a calling, finding ourselves with all of this time we never had before. We have been thrust into this uncharted territory where we are now allowed to make our own decisions, let our hearts lead the way to new places. And for many of us, this means a heart that longs to follow God’s purpose for our lives and for the world around us.

It seems the number one prayer request for people in our generation is direction in life and ministry.

But as summer begins, I look around me and see several young people I know headed for the mission field. Its cool to be in a place where you’re connected to all these people as family. Its humbling to be around the twenty-somethings who have raised their hands and said, “Lord, send me! I will go!” Who have given their time, the break from school, sacrificed taking summer classes or getting a summer job to go and speak the goodness of the Lord to people across the seas.

And here is our little handful of earth called America, where so many of the issues affecting third world countries are here too. And that thought is humbling as well. Would we ‘go’ for this land? Can we, the twenty-somethings, look at poverty, hunger, and homelessness, confusion, depression, and a self-filled American church and tell all these things to bow at the feet of Jesus?

I believe we can. I believe that we can reach out beyond our circle and find a hand. I believe we can do something to effect change to our own backyard, and atmosphere of the overseas fields be changed in turn.

I heard a missionary speaking once about his model for outreach in other countries. He talked about how it wasn’t our goal to just go ‘over there’ and get some wild, unfamiliar culture to say yes to Jesus, an unfamiliar god. The goal was that once the mission team left, this village would be empowered to in turn reach out to their own country. I want to see that wildfire type of love. I want to see the love of Jesus poured out like splashing water from a pitcher, not an eyedropper. The outpour doesn’t only have to begin in Africa, or India, or China. We can have that here.

Imagine a swell of young people saying yes to making that happen. At this point in our lives, we have the biggest opportunity to change the world, to be God’s hands and feet. Your impact does not have to be large to be powerful. Mother Teresa said it this way: “If you cannot feed a hundred people, feed just one.”

Three years ago, before I experienced what I have with Compassion United, I wouldn’t have known that mothers in poor cities in Texas and Nicaragua both need groceries, and both of these tasks are equally as important to bringing the Kingdom to Earth. I wouldn’t have thought that teaching the same song to kids in Africa and America would make the Father’s heart so happy.

What he wants is a family. A community. What He gave His life for was to unite us with Him, but also with each other.

I am surrounded by many inspiring people in my life, and the most inspiring ones are those who are my age. In just a few weeks, one of Compassion United’s leaders, Gethsemane Hillman, will be leaving to Zimbabwe to rehabilitate an orphanage she worked with on a previous stay, to empower them and help solve some logistical problems that have occurred. She has begun here, reaching out to kids in the Dugan community and is bringing that same love to Africa. Watching her, and being able to support her with prayer is one of the greatest honors for me. To watch a youth group serve at CHOP this morning is humbling. To know two young girls who have been faithful in serving breakfast there every Wednesday since I can remember, is humbling.

Young people are all looking for something. Looking for a model to base their lives off of, and I am so proud and honored that I can watch so many young people choose Jesus. From the ends of the earth to Conroe, Texas. And I hope that this generation never stops growing.

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