Breakfast was real quick so that we could get out the door. Hard boiled eggs and bread. We crammed on the vans and none of us had any idea where we were going. Its almost mandatory that when your destination is secretive everyone tries to guess where your going, and everyone is usually wrong. We drove into Matamoros and wound up at a park in the middle of the city.
When we got out of the van we were told two things. First that for the immediate future we would be doing only things Jesus did. And Second we were read Mark 1:35.
Very early in the morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, left the house and went off to a solitary place, where he prayed.
So for the next two hours we were just spending time praying and spending time with the father. My first thought was I would love to spend two hours with Jesus but why do we have to do it with only four hours of sleep when its freezing cold. I felt God say “What if when you wanted to spend time with me you had to get up this early and go outside in the freezing cold. Would you still spend as much time with me?” My honest answer was no. It would suck, and I couldn’t even imagine living like that. I couldn’t imagine being uncomfortable in my relationship with Christ.
I’ve never starved for him, I’ve never gone without sleep for him, and I’ve never been beaten or persecuted for him. In America we don’t suffer for Christ. We don’t deny ourselves or take up our crosses daily. 1 Thessalonians 1:21 says:
For me to live is Christ and to die is gain.
What does it mean to die to myself? And what does it mean to suffer for Christ? I want to know.
I’m gonna be blogging a lot over the next few days to talk about everything I’ve done this week. Gods really done some awesome stuff in me and everyone here over the past few days and I cant wait to share what all he’s done with you.
