The World, at My Back Door...

Okay, first, there is a dispute among my friends and I, which of the two doors that lead into my apartment is the back door. Secondly, technically, there is not much directly outside either of those doors, although there does seem to be a snake that likes to hang around outside our home.

However, despite all of that, God has been showing me that the world really is at my back door, metaphorically speaking. He has also been showing me that it has been that way for quite awhile. I just didn't care. I've been to Europe and Latin America. I love to travel, but here in Hannibal, MO God has brought the world to my back door. As with most colleges there are international students, but I have a unique opportunity to connect with them. I get to teach them English for the semester. In my class I have 14 students that speak three different languages, and are from seven different countries, which include Spain, Brazil, and Turkey. Fourteen different people, with different backgrounds, religions, all having one thing in common. They need to know the love of Jesus.

My first response to that has always been, "Great, they need Jesus. Who would be the best person to tell them?" Then God reminded me that it was not about who would be the best person. It was about me realizing that I was the one that needed to be showing them God's love, not because of who I am or what I can do, but simply because of what Christ did for me.

"I will give you as a covenant for the people, a light for the nations." Isaiah 42:6

Whenever anyone leaves their back door, they are entering the world. That sounds incredibly simple, I know, but we are to be a "light to the world." (Matthew 5:14) The world is at my back door. Am I being a light?