My Buddy Phil Graf is a missional kinda guy, he and his wife Laina live in Amsterdam and share their lives, their home, their food and their friendship with the people. They are missional Christians whose lives intersect with unconvinced folks all day everyday. A question that comes up often about incarnational missional life is how do you actually get the opportunity to share Jesus with people you work with, live around and hang with? How do you go from being friends to sharing Jesus? Here is an email from Phil regarding that very thing. Worth a read-chuckk
A glimpse into life tonight: I was savouring the moment with tea on the kitchen stool with my young questioning friend, Morgan. Her question was simple, but so commonly profound “So, how do you get into the lives of people and share Christ with them?”
Before I could get a word out (probably God’s humour!), the doorbell rang. My dear friend of 4 years (who will remain anonymous), in tears, was standing there distraught. Here was a woman who has been lingering over the questions of why she needs a personal God. One who, with her Northern European intellect, has a hard time perceiving the presence of a pursuing God. A broken heart now beginning to brave opening up to a healing God… at my door, shattered, searching for hope…and so we talked. How incredibly honoured I was to be, in this sacred moment, the door she knocked on.
I returned to the kitchen, where Morgan (having listened in) was still sitting on the stool, smiling at God’s timing. Morgan began to glimpse the answer to her previous question, and she marvelled at the lessons that were far better caught than taught.
As Morgan and I debriefed the encounter, we looked at the life of Jesus. How radical was this God to invade our world. The world that beckons us to be amongst….the poor and the hated tax collectors, the half breeds and the illegitimate, the ugly and the empty, the sick and the cast aways, the oppressed and the oppressors…all the while unafraid and unashamed, offering hope and wholeness by calling them to himself….’along the way’.
Then Morgan and I began to describe our own stories. Stories of pain and fear, of redemption and freedom. Stories that really are stories of God being ‘amongst’ us and changing our hearts to himself ‘along the way’.
So, as I think of my dear friend at my door, who’s life is despairing, I think of how God is calling her to himself. How incredibly fortunate I am to get to share with her a Pursuing Personal God that longs to bring her hope and new life. The adventure of journeying ‘amongst’ her over the last 4 years, has allowed me the greatest joy of all…. So, when Morgan asks me how to get into the lives of people… I point her to Jesus and look at how he did it. He was amongst and he did it along the way, calling people to himself.
So, I would covet your prayers for my dear friend mentioned above, and a few others for this week:
Michal and Roy (an Israeli couple who is reading the Hebrew Torah alongside of Phil and I as we read in the English Bible, flipping to the new testament to study if Jesus could be the Messiah. Her last comment was “I see Jesus in this prophesy” and ‘there is only a thin line that separates us.”) We are having them over Saturday.
Christy and Leo (a Dutch neighbouring couple…Christy told me recently that her life is at a Crossroads and that she would like to go to our church (named Crossroads)…her husband lost 13 family members in Auschwitz, his grandfather was Dutch Jewish, his grandmother was German) dinner with them on Thursday!
Nordin (a young Moroccan Muslim Harley riding business man who says he loves Jesus (and Mohammed and Buddha.) and is getting together with Phil to talk further about Jesus)
Jasmine (a Scottish teen who heard the whole grace story the other day and is pondering her life as a result). She is here most every day.
And we are praying for the lives you are amongst….and would love to hear your stories. Please share them with us. Your friendships to us are immeasurable in their value and your support in all ways sustain us. Thank you.
Love, Laina and Phil