I don’t write enough. I really don’t. I actually write blog posts in my head. Mostly amazing Pulitzer Prize winning stuff but it never gets put down on paper. Such is life with 3 little kids and a demanding job. I want to write more. I really do. Just not enough to actually write more. Sometimes you just have to do it.
That brings us to mission. Maybe I’ll leave that a small “m” so I don’t have to engage in these broad questions in my mind as to the exact scope of the mission. Are we participating in a larger renewal of all creation or are we just fulfilling the Great Commission? I’ll leave that for another time. This is what I do know. We love Saint Ambrose University. If you don’t know it’s a small Catholic Liberal Arts University that just happens to be a couple of blocks from our home here in Davenport, Iowa.
We are called there. Called to love and serve and pour ourselves out for the benefit of it’s almost 4,000 students and several hundred staff. It’s a good thing. We are trying to find out just how we can impact the place and last night took our small “Fighting Bees Missional Community” on a little mission to the campus. It was a chilly fall night and there were few students on Campus. We walked and prayed for those in the individual dorms and for the faculty in their offices. We prayed that God would give us the opportunity to love many and call them to a life giving relationship with Him. We prayed that the University would be a blessing to those students and to our community. We prayed that Jesus would be made much of in that place. We prayed that God would allow us to make much of Him. It was a good time. As I walked by the dorms I couldn’t help but think that at that moment there were collegians in their rooms that didn’t have any community that loved them and had no clue that the God of the universe loved them. There are freshman there that are disconnected from everything they’ve ever known and are in despair. It breaks my heart.
This is how we do it. We pray and then we pray and then we pray some more. While we are praying we go, we go by ourselves, we go in small groups, and we go as a large group. Where do we go? We go to where the students of Saint Ambrose are. We go where they study, drink coffee, eat, and recreate. What do we do when we get there? We love them and engage them with the Story. We tell them that there’s a problem. The problem is pervasive in our world. It is pervasive in us. It is is unavoidable and it pollutes everything around us. We let them know that the problem has been dealt with. The icons that are all around them represent not just a concept and are not just symbols of morality. There’s a real person behind them and He’s done the most amazing thing. He’s made a way back. Back to where? Back to a place where we might live and breath as we were designed in relationship with our Creator. Through Christ we can be assured that all sad things are coming untrue. All the pain, all the hurt, and all the evil will not endure. This isn’t just the Story, it’s our story. We are a continuing thread of His good work.
How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching? And how are they to preach unless they are sent? As it is written, “How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the good news!”-Romans 10:14, 15




