Tomorrow I get on a plane at 5:45 am and fly to Boston, Massachusetts.
I've been there only once before in 2004 with my youth group of about 250 kids. And it was only for just a week's time. Now, 6 years later, I will be going all by myself and staying for 2 months as an intern at Hope Fellowship church in Cambridge.
And that's what this blog is going to be about. I plan on writing a weekly entry to update, recount, and reflect on my experiences this summer in Boston. To make a long story short, I feel like God is calling me to give my life to Him and proclaim the gospel to the people of Boston. I also am terrified, as I explain in a two part entry entitled, Boston and Boston Part 2, on another blog I write with my friend. In the first part I expressed my fear of trying to reach people who so vehemently resist the things of God. In the second part I kind of found enough faith to be able to truly say that "God is able to do far more abundantly than all we can ask or think".
And now I'm actually going to be leaving tomorrow morning for Boston. I realize now that I'm not "prayed-up" as much as I would have liked to be. That's just another example of my lack of faith. I'm reading A.W. Tozer's The Pursuit of God for about the fourth time now and in it he says, "Everything is safe which we commit to Him, and nothing is really safe which is not so committed."
So I recommit my time, efforts, and comfort to God this summer in Boston. I'm nervous. I'm a little fearful of the first time I speak to someone on the street and get shut-down and cussed-out for sharing the gospel. I'm a little apprehensive about being 2,000 miles from home in a modern day Mars Hill with a huge Corinthian influence.
But nothing is safe which is not handed over to God. So I'm placing my life on the altar and I'm praying that Jesus doesn't let me crawl off.
Pray with me?
