There are only 2 chapters of Radical left. And I can sum Chapter 8 up pretty fast.
Everyone is scared to go overseas on mission and be killed. But death is a reward, not a punishment.
I’m just going to go out on a limb here and say no one wants to be a missionary not because they don’t want to do the work or they don’t care about people who don’t know Christ but because no one wants to die. I mean, isn’t that the assumption? If God calls you to Africa or Asia you will eventually die an untimely death? I’m not even trying to sugar coat that because it’s the truth. Everyone gets scared when you start talking about going overseas. There are planes to crash, needles to run into, jails to sit in, hurricanes and earthquakes to survive. I mean the list goes on and on. So many reasons not to GO.
You know that song by MercyMe Bring the Rain?
Bring me joy, bring me peace
Bring the chance to be free
Bring me anything that brings You glory
And I know there’ll be days
When this life brings me pain
But if that’s what it takes to praise You
Jesus, bring the rain
I have to admit. I usually don’t sing that out loud. Because really? Do I want anything that brings Him glory? I mean, seriously? Am I ready to go on the front lines of unreached Indians and be cannibalized just for approaching like Jim Elliot? I’m not going to lie, I don’t know if my battle with fear has gotten that far.
But Platt suggests if you’d just take your lens and zoom out just a bit you’d see that the stories after these untimely deaths weren’t so untimely after all. God uses the pain and death to bring glory to Him. The tribe that killed Jim Elliot was eventually won to Christ by his wife Elizabeth. And that’s the catch with Christianity. It’s not about you. It’s not about your pain. It’s not about your death. You have to have a kingdom mindset and care more about others than yourself. And when you do, death can be a reward when it accomplishes His purpose.
But I’m going to be honest and say this chapter is a struggle for me. Because I don’t worry about me in my death as much as I worry about those who love me. My heart breaks when I think about my kids losing a mother. Yeah, that’s tough to even type but that’s the truth. But if God calls me to that end, He will take care of my girls. I know that. In my head at least. Maybe not in my heart yet.
It’s at this point I kinda want to throw Radical in a closet and forget that I read Chapter 8. You too?
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