Jesus in Cougar Town
Does our affluence hide a deeper alienation? Underneath all our stuff is there the same old sin? Is it hard for us to hear the message of grace in such a noisy culture?
The Very Worst Missionary has a post, reflecting on the degree of difficulty of sharing the Gospel in the US vs sharing it in the traditional mission field.
All I can say is that ministry is way harder here in the suburbs than it ever was in Costa Rica. Being an agent for Love and Grace in a place where people truly don’t recognize their own need is really tough. Watching a married woman angle for an affair with a younger, hotter man while her daughter looks on is gut-wrenching. …And sorta hilarious…. But seriously? Gut-wrenching.
I believe Jesus has competition in the American suburbs like no place else on Earth. Everyone here is surrounded by so much shiny new stuff, it’s hard to see the Light. Here, depravity is hidden behind tall double doors, and the things that separate us from God often come gleaming, right out of the box. The contrast between Dark and Light has been cleverly obscured by the polish of materialism and vanity.
Here, poverty is internal, hunger is spiritual, and need feels non-existent. But it’s there.
Behind the facade of perfection in Cougar Town, past the fake boobs and fancy cars and fat paychecks, and at the bottom of aaalll thoooose wine glasses, there’s a need so desperate, a loneliness so great, and a brokenness so crushing that you can practically hear the collective cry for Redemption. But the beautiful thing to be found in all of that mess is that there’s a Savior here, too, and He’s ready to fulfill his promises.
Jesus is here, in Cougar Town.
And for the first time in my life, I feel like maybe I’m supposed to be a missionary…
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What is the Light competing with in your town?
Here’s the full post to read, it’s worth it.
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