Dead In the Crosshairs

Last night I was driving home from McCloud after an Alpha meeting. I was thankful for the conversation that really had opened up. We have a unique dynamic in that we have three Catholic ladies attending and we are beginning to think about what it would look like to worship together one Sunday not only with other Protestant congregations but also with our Catholic brothers and sisters. That really would blow the minds of people. Jesus prayed that we would be one that the whole world would know that he is alive. God rock our world. We talked about the risk of ministry that really trusts Jesus, does kingdom work and prays strategically (ala Ed Stetzer). We may be small but God who is in us is mighty.
On the way home from the meeting thinking of this work I hit a four point buck on Hwy 89 driving at 65 mph. Feeling sorry for myself I thought of people who are risking so much more and suffering for their witness. Feeling sorry for myself doesn't accomplish anything but getting on with the ministry does. A little part of me died so that I can share the love of Jesus.