On one of my trips in 2008 to the D.R. Congo, a friend of mine, who has become a brother to me, came on his very first mission trip. As we laid hands on him to pray for God's favor, blessing and anointing during the trip, I expressly prayed that he would embrace every experience and that he would really “see”, “feel” and “hear” everything the Lord placed in front of him. I prayed that my brother would release all control and be abandoned to how the Lord wanted to move in his life.
It is so true in my life, and I wonder if in yours, that the heartfelt prayers I genuinely pray for others often become meant and intended for me.
On one particularly hot day, we decided to visit a feeding center that fed a limited number of orphans. Truly, and I am not being cynical when I say this, visiting an orphanage is often the kind of thing we Americans “do” on mission trips to feel like we are “doing” something worthwhile.
This was my second trip as I had visited this same site in 2002. On this visit, I came face to face with the same poverty I had witnessed before; I smelled the unforgotten stench of oppression that I had breathed before; and I encountered the same hunger that had confronted me in the past. The experience was not new to me.
Remember, I was an “expert” at missions.
The scene felt so familiar. Comfortable really. I felt almost mechanical as I moved amongst the children. I had become a "technician" of sorts.
In the midst of the familiarity, I was struck by something peculiar. I saw something for which I was not prepared.
I suddenly began seeing this familiar scene through the eyes of my brother. A brother whose heart I have come to know well. A heart full of compassion, mercy and love.
What I began to “see” through his eyes took me off guard.
I saw with eyes that were shocked, disgusted, dismayed and almost helpless. I saw through eyes full of anger at the injustice. Most of all, through these newfound eyes of mine, I could suddenly see the scene with renewed compassion.
A thought occurred to me as I began to "see" through this fresh set of eyes; eyes that were looking at the scene for the very first time.
I was “seeing” this starvation, this injustice, this oppression, through the eyes of Jesus.
No, my brother is not Jesus, but as we stood in a run down orphanage in The Congo, he could really "see" as Jesus sees.
This thought occurred to me in that moment: it matters not the number of times Jesus watches injustice, encounters starvation, or witnesses oppression...It is always as if it confronts Him for the very first time...and it makes Him very angry!
It fills His nostrils with disgust and His heart with dismay!
Most of all, the hurts, longings and wounds of the broken hearted always move Him toward compassion....and He invites us to do the same! He invites us to be His hands and feet to a hurting world.
Thus, Spark was born. From that experience birthed this vision: "To the degree that we give our lives away for the cause of Jesus Christ, is the degree to which we will experience true and full life."
From that moment until now, my wife and I, and the team at Spark, have embarked on a journey to do our part to engage and unleash fellow Christ followers into their God-given gifts, talents and callings, in order to experience full life the way God intended. Spark is NOT a destination, it is a LAUNCHING PAD!
I hope that answers the question of why your presence is vital and needed on the east coast this March 27-28, at Spark 2015 in Roanoke, Virginia!
- Mike