[current book: Psalms]
The more I've been chewing on this idea, the more I've encountered it in Scripture. I've already mentioned Psalm 2:
"He said to me, 'You are my Son; today I have become your Father.' Ask of me, and I will make the nations your inheritance, the ends of the earth your possession. You will rule them with an iron scepter; you will dash them to pieces like pottery" (Ps. 2:7b-9)
Then there's Psalm 82:
"Rise up, O God, judge the earth, for all the nations are your inheritance" (Ps. 82:8).
Or how about Revelation 5?
"And they sang a new song: 'You are worthy to take the scroll and to open its seals, because you were slain, and with your blood you purchased men for God from every tribe and language and people and nation" (Rev. 5:9).
In the first two passages, the nations are called the Lord's inheritance. This means that when we go into the world as missionaries, we get to participate in Jesus' reclamation of what is already his: the praise and worship of every "nation, tribe, people, and language" (Rev. 7:9). What a check against pride this is. While it is exciting to lead lost peoples to faith, we can never claim the fruit of missions as our own. These fruits have belonged to Jesus since the foundation of the world. And if this is so, they are his completely regardless of our efforts.
The third passage underscores this notion. Why is Jesus the only one worthy to open the scroll? Because he—not us—purchased men from every tongue and tribe. Missions is Jesus' way of bringing glory to himself, reaffirming that he, not we, is worthy of it.
Sometimes I wonder whether my attitude toward missions is the attitude of the thousands of young men who volunteered for service in the two World Wars. At least according to the common cinema stereotype, many of these recruits joined their cause in search of thrills, often naïve about what they were truly fighting for.
Certainly, missions is a war, and its cause is absolutely just. But how wrong my heart is if I sign up for the ranks because my priority is my own pleasure. Instead, any zeal should come from the knowledge that Jesus is worthy of my time, my energy, my efforts, and my heart, because Jesus is worthy of missions.
Besides, if I devote myself to the fame of my God rather than the furtherance of my thrills, might I not find thrills in the process? Does not Paul, discarding what was to his profit, compare following Jesus to an impassioned race that ends in glory (Phil. 3:13-14, 2 Tim. 4:7-8)? Alternatively, I like to think of how Paul describes in Romans that humanity is captive to sin (Rom. 7:15-24). Now, instead of missions being about earning another notch on my belt of conceit, it instead becomes a selfless sacrifice: if the world is captive, should we not pity it? And are not believers part of a great, hair-raising rescue mission, working behind enemy lines to save as many of our brothers and sisters as possible? If one pairs this passion to dependence on Christ, missions becomes the opposite of arrogance while still being exciting to boot. How amazing that, though we don't deserve it, Jesus sometimes allows us to experience joy in our service to him.
Above all, may my heart be humble. I think of Jesus' words in Luke 17:
The third passage underscores this notion. Why is Jesus the only one worthy to open the scroll? Because he—not us—purchased men from every tongue and tribe. Missions is Jesus' way of bringing glory to himself, reaffirming that he, not we, is worthy of it.
Sometimes I wonder whether my attitude toward missions is the attitude of the thousands of young men who volunteered for service in the two World Wars. At least according to the common cinema stereotype, many of these recruits joined their cause in search of thrills, often naïve about what they were truly fighting for.
Certainly, missions is a war, and its cause is absolutely just. But how wrong my heart is if I sign up for the ranks because my priority is my own pleasure. Instead, any zeal should come from the knowledge that Jesus is worthy of my time, my energy, my efforts, and my heart, because Jesus is worthy of missions.
Besides, if I devote myself to the fame of my God rather than the furtherance of my thrills, might I not find thrills in the process? Does not Paul, discarding what was to his profit, compare following Jesus to an impassioned race that ends in glory (Phil. 3:13-14, 2 Tim. 4:7-8)? Alternatively, I like to think of how Paul describes in Romans that humanity is captive to sin (Rom. 7:15-24). Now, instead of missions being about earning another notch on my belt of conceit, it instead becomes a selfless sacrifice: if the world is captive, should we not pity it? And are not believers part of a great, hair-raising rescue mission, working behind enemy lines to save as many of our brothers and sisters as possible? If one pairs this passion to dependence on Christ, missions becomes the opposite of arrogance while still being exciting to boot. How amazing that, though we don't deserve it, Jesus sometimes allows us to experience joy in our service to him.
Above all, may my heart be humble. I think of Jesus' words in Luke 17:
"Suppose one of you had a servant plowing or looking after the sheep. Would he say to the servant when he comes in from the field, 'Come along now and sit down to eat'? Would he not rather say, 'Prepare my supper, get yourself ready and wait on me while I eat and drink; after that you may eat and drink'? Would he thank the servant because he did what he was told to do? So you also, when you have done everything you were told to do, should say, 'We are unworthy servants; we have only done our duty'" (Lk. 17:7-10).Missionaries are not some elite breed of Christians. They are unextraordinary servants stumbling in the service of an extraordinary God. And when a missionary's race has been run, may our unworthiness fade into his holiness to bring forth a song of eternal praise.