Making Disciples In Today’s World

Talking about Jesus to others face to face isn’t easy for me. There are 2 reasons for this: 1. Others may not be receptive and shut me down immediately and 2. I will make a fool out of myself and stumble over my words.

It seems that we are living in a world where talking about Jesus makes people uncomfortable, annoyed, or angry. My job involves being around teenagers. I am surprised by the number of teenagers that don’t know Jesus or identify as Atheist. I have been asked several time if I am a Christian and they then open up and tell me their beliefs. In my line of work, I am not allowed to talk about Jesus. It saddens me because in this stage of life, teens need Jesus!

Direct your children onto the right path, and when they are older, they will not leave it.

Proverbs 22:6

We can’t assume that parents are sharing Jesus with their children, in my opinion, most aren’t. So that leaves us Christian’s to share the Good News and help make disciples in this world.

How do we do this? We start with our own children, grandchildren, nieces, nephews, neighbors, etc. We live our own lives according to God’s will so others can see His light within us. We see in John that this is how Jesus gained his disciples: John 1:43, 45-46

  • “Andrew went to find his brother, Simon, and told him, ‘We have found the Messiah.’
  • “The next day, Jesus decided to go to Galilee. He found Philip and said to him, ‘Come, follow me.’ “
  • “Philip went to look for Nathanael and told him, ‘We have found the very person Moses and the prophets wrote about! His name is Jesus.’ “

It’s a game of telephone, except at the end, more people know and maybe even decide to follow Christ. Don’t be afraid to share who He is and what He has done in your own life. Be the change in today’s youth, and help direct them in the way they should go.

Living By Grace,

Misty

I Did Not Sign Up for This

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I like a routine. I function at my best when I have a schedule of some sort. My house is more in order, the boys know what is coming next, and on the good days I don’t have to argue with my eight year old that it is shower night.

What I didn’t sign up for was having a schedule that is well..completely blown up. I am trying to navigate through e-learning. I enjoy watching the boys and how they learn and study, but there are some things that leave all of us pulling out our hair! A prime example is 3rd grade math where I find myself saying, “I know what the answer is, but I have no idea how or why you have to find it using that way!” I guess I’m old school.

I have given up trying to stick with a bedtime, and why should it matter anyway? I have no clue what day it is. It feels like a long and never ending weekend. A week(end) where we can’t go and do anything. We are limited to our home or taking a walk. Sounds great and sometimes it works, but have you ever tried getting a teenager to take a walk? I end up wanting to go on my own after that conversation.

It may sound like I am complaining, but stick with me here. There are so many people who are without work right now or laid off (my other half being one of them). There are people who are sick and those who have lost their lives. I hope and pray that healing comes quickly, and one day soon things in our world will get back to normal.

In the mean time, this is what I have learned.. it’s ok to not have a routine. There is freedom in not having control over every detail of your life. I have played more board and card games than I have since I was a child. Watching movies, camp ins in the living room, baking cakes (and eating every slice in 24 hours), video games, wrestling matches, and even science projects. If I had my normal routine, I’m not so sure these things would have happened. It has forced us to slow down and enjoy the simple things in life.

There is freedom in not having control over every detail of your life..

So although I didn’t sign up for this, I am incredibly thankful for the memories and blessings that have come from this. After all..

..some of the best memories can come from life’s most difficult challenges.

Messy blessings,

Misty