The Monotonous Missionary
I want to do something spectacular for the Lord. I want to be used in a mighty way like the biblical heroes before me. I want to preach and have a Day of Pentecost movement follow with thousands trusting the Lord as their Savior. I want to write a book that transforms lives across the country. I want to write a song that touches millions like Chris Tomlin. I want to lead the church I pastor to become a force in our local community and in the world. I want to lead my marriage to be that romance and spiritual force that others would want to pattern their marriages after. I want to raise my children to change the world.
But instead last night at home I played Hungry Hippos, took out the trash, and plunged a stopped-up toilet; and, that afternoon at church I typed up a bulletin and checked to make sure the heat wasn’t left too high.
Called by God. Challenged from Scripture. On fire and wanting to change the world, but doing the monotonous and mundane.
I thought I was alone, but I heard a testimony Sunday that makes me believe many other Christians feel the same way as I do. They want to fight the good fight, but instead are fighting the ho-hum. On Sundays, sermon after sermon and song after song tell us to die to ourselves and give our all to God, but we have to then go home and cook lunch. Then clean-up the dishes. Then mow the yard or do the laundry.
The testimony was from two college students who have their heart set on being vocational missionaries for the International Missionary Board. The couple had spent six months on an international mission trip, and they were reporting back to our church. They shared how they headed to Southeast Asia on fire to share the Gospel and to be used of God to peel back the darkness of that nation. They had trained and prepared. They had prayed and prayed. They had many people supporting them financially. They had far more praying for them.
But they spent their days doing the mundane. Since there was not processed food the meals that normally took fifteen minutes to prepare here in the States turned into two hours or more. They dealt with sickness and spent time bouncing to doctors and translators. There was plumbing issues in their apartment that took them three days to correct. The city they were in at times would lose power for week or more at a time which limited what they could do.
The cultural and language barriers were so difficult to cross that in that six month time period they were only able to share with a few individuals.
They had died to themselves and given their all to God. Their all still couldn’t transcend the daily grind and their all was not much in the wake of the vast lostness they faced. Yet God was pleased and glorified with their obedience and efforts. Although they didn’t get to do the spectacular, ministry was done through their faithfulness in the monotonous.
This revelation shook me to the core — God doesn’t need me. He doesn’t need me accomplishing the remarkable, but He invites me to participate in His work. He is going to do and accomplish His Will, but through His grace He invites us along for the ride. All we have to do is be faithful. All we have to do is the daily grind. All we have to do is the mundane.
Therefore I will be content to be a monotonous missionary.