This past Sunday in church, they were showing clips from End of the Spear. I’d seen this movie once before, but not for a while. The sermon went along with it, talking about how excited these people were about what God had called them to do.

These five families left everything and everyone they knew to move to Ecuador in search of the deadly Waodani people… to share Jesus with them because nobody had ever been there to tell them about Him. The Waodani were so violent that they were nearing extinction because they were so into murder… even among their own people. The five missionary families knew this. And yet they went anyway.

There were plenty of excuses not to go. Excuses that most people wouldn’t think twice about using to justify not going. They didn’t know these people. There was a good chance they wouldn’t come back from an encounter with them. And they still went out looking for them. Seeking them out. So they could tell them about the Jesus who wanted to save them from hell. The son of one of the guys asked him if he’d defend himself if they attacked… and he looked at his little boy and answered, “Son… we can’t shoot the Waodani. They aren’t ready for heaven.” And all I could think of was what that said about his heart. How he was willing to die to be Jesus to these unreached people. How he was willing to die rather than shoot them, even if they attacked him.

Seeing the excitement that overtook them when they were able to make contact with the Waodoni after going out and searching for them so many times… excitement that resulted from knowing what finding these people meant and knowing that they would have a chance at sharing who Jesus is with them… to see the looks on their faces really got to my heart.

Their need to go out, constantly searching for these dying people, and their excitement over finding them, causes me to take a look at my own heart. Am I that willing and ecstatic to look for people who don’t know Jesus? Do I really rejoice over finding them?

God didn’t save us in order to make us comfortable. That wasn’t the point. He didn’t save us so we could go on living our lives about ourselves. But the problem is that we so often change the focus and make it about us, at least in the US. When life becomes about us rather than about God and following Him and sharing His love with others no matter what the cost might be… when that happens, we’ve missed the point.

And the thing is.. it has to be more than just words. It’s easy to say we love God and others and that we want to follow Him no matter what it costs us. But I wonder how much truth there really is to our claims. True love requires action. Most of us probably won’t end up dying for what we believe, but we all should be getting uncomfortable. We should all be racing to get out of our cozy little box where we can close the lid and pretend that everybody already knows about Jesus and that we don’t need to worry about it. We should all be stretching the places we’re willing to go… getting out of where we’re comfortable and then never stopping.

It says in 1 John 3:16-18, “This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down His life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers and sisters. If anyone has material possessions and sees a brother or sister in need but has no pity on them, how can the love of God be in that person? Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth.”

Let’s love with actions and in truth… changing what we need to in our lives to make who we are and how we live no longer about ourselves. I’m excited about the ways God has been transforming my heart over the last few years and the last year and a half in particular, taking away my need, — and even my desire — to live comfortably in my little cozy box with the lid closed.

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