Backpacks. They seem to be an essential need in the occupation of a Missionary. Every one I know has one…or at least very sturdy hang bag. When I sometimes get “trolled” (made fun of) for carrying my own black, travel, Mountain Co-op backpack, with the perfect set of compartments, I usually say in reply: “It’s a force of habit!”
Indeed, it’s a comfort knowing that I constantly have what I need: my laptop to work, my Bible and a book or two to constantly be inspired, phone and other chargers, etc. Having a backpack also allows (“Hey, there’s space!) for me to “collect” things in my day (e.g Mass bulletins, random pamphlets and magazines, printouts from the Centre, etc.) At the end of the day, however, it’s the tedious process of Emptying and Re-Packing for the next day.
To Be and Bring Christ wherever I go. I once heard that being a Missionary is “living a pastorally sound lifestyle”. Literal embodiments of the Gospel. Being human, how difficult it is to:
- Love without pretensions.
- Speak without judgements, and with intention and sincerity.
- Give without motives.
- Be moved with actual Compassion.
Only the Lord can love through me. Only the Lord can work wonders through me-if I let Him. It calls for a continuous emptying of Self and in-stirring and re-igniting of His Holy Spirit within to labor with love. Him re-ordering my passions. If I’m filled with anything else but Him, I find myself having a hard time in Mission.
Even God could not do something for someone who left no room for for Him. One must be completely empty in order to let him in, so that He may do what He wants. (Blessed Mother Theresa of Calcutta).
A House is not a Home without a warm fire blazing in the Hearth. Loving Father, at the end of each day, bring me home to truth that You are the only thing I need. May I witness to Your love and mercy, as we work, through the leading of your Holy Spirit, Your own Mission of holiness in me.
So good! Praise God for you!! 🙂