One Mission Under God
August 10th, 2002 - The air in Phoenix is stifling as we finally leave the airport in four large 15 passenger vans. After signing my life away and promising not to use the vans for smuggling, drug running or any other illegal activities as well as understanding that we are not to drive them into Mexico, we could finally load everybody up and head towards Whiteriver, our home for the next 7 days....
Small brown hands go up in the air to signify a decision to follow the Jesus who has been pointed out to them through puppet songs and Bible stories; an alcoholic leaves his seat and moves to the front of the sanctuary as an invitation to know Jesus is given; a tribal council prays that God will have His hand in their tribal affairs and guide their decisions....
He does not want
anyone to perish:
The night before we leave the Apache reservation and the town of Whiteriver, the local pastor takes us up on a hill that overlooks the whole valley the town is in. On that hill stand three crosses in an area that has been given by the Apache tribe to the local churches as a place of prayer. As teens spread out over the hillside and begin to cry out for the town below and the people who are living there it is apparent that disciple making is not yet complete. There is still work to be done.
Stepping off the plane in Boston, it is wonderful to see the faces of our family and friends who have been praying and waiting for us. We certainly left behind some changed lives in Arizona, but would we forget? Was disciple making done for the year? We all have a mission to accomplish. Go...