Bow Your Head to the Mission Story (There is Work to Be Done)

Sorry

I haven't actually posted in a while because I've been busy. I hope that it has been not just busy-ness, but better, about the Father's business. So I'm sorry. Lots has been floating around my head recently with the mission of the church. I think slowly and surely, our church is lowering her sails into the wind and about to go on a great adventure of God's making.


My Current Adventure

This week's adventure has been our three 5-Day Clubs hosted at three homes and run by CEF missionaries. CEF is Child Evangelism Fellowship; they minister to kids in a variety of venues. In this venue, our church invites children from a neighborhood to attend an evangelistic meeting in the backyard of one of our families. We have had a total of 31 kids in the three neighborhoods. The overwhelming majority of these kids have little to no exposure to Jesus and His Good News. Thank you Lord for bringing the kids to these events! Many have received Jesus as Savior and Lord.


Intro to a Great Song

I've been thinking lots about our mission the past two months. I am ashamed of how casually I have taken my personal outreach mission. Yes I preach the Word in season and out of season. But this is largely to the believers at my church. This is less than half of the great commission. As God has been burdening me with all this recently... I came across a song by Steve Delepoulos "There Is Work to Be Done". All I can do is weep. It is so good. It is so passionate about our job. It is honest about our distractedness but at the same time compelling to get out there.







Lyrics


She was older
Lost connection
Lost that light above her head in all directions
But she climbed that mountain
And cried aloud like a marching drum
Sound your horns and heed your calling

There is work to be done
There is work to be done
We’re all just dust to glory
There is work to be done
There is work to be done
Bow your head to the mission story

He couldn’t see it
But he heard it
She saw him struggling with the symbols
So she wrote it down

She looked right through him
And saw the shadows of the risen Son
Cast your nets unto the ocean

There is work to be done
There is work to be done
We’re all just dust to glory
There is work to be done
There is work to be done
Bow your head to the mission story

I remember when I borrowed all my healing from a stranger
And I recall when I reached to the ocean like a soldier
And the burning sun just made me colder
And the hollow moon just made me older
So I reached out of my body and the stars became a story
And I bowed my head in glory
As the story ends in One