Last night was the Bucks County Forum on Suburban Poverty. While the content of the event deserves its own post which will come post-mission trip, I wanted to share a thought on the evening as a whole. I seriously stressed about this event. It is one thing to screw up in front of your own community, where people know you. It’s another thing to screw up in front of the community at large where you stand as a witness to Christ, whether you ever say a word about God at all.
The forum was fantastic. Everything came together. All 5 speakers were on and the crowd asked great questions. At the end, Roger, the Director of Bucks County Opportunity Council, who I had never met before, raised his hand and said this, “I quit my job 14 years ago to help poor people in Bucks County, and in 14 years, I have never been to such a thoughtful and challenging event dealing with poverty in our community (my paraphrase from memory).”
I am not ashamed of the gospel for it is the power of God for the salvation of all who believe. You will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you. God is powerful. In the mundane, in the routines, in the daily, we can lose sight of this. I expect God to be powerful on mission trips. But what about when the mission trip happens where you live and where you work. Does God still have to show up? What if I really believe that my life is mission. Do I expect God to show up in the grocery store, in my apartment complex, in my daily interactions? Last night, God showed up in Feasterville. Do I believe that God dwells here everyday?