Listen. Lessons from a Creative Missionary  

The off day. I thought today would be my off day. Where I’d observe in worship, frolic on social media, catch up on the 9to5 and lug some equipment for the camera crew. I certainly tangled some cords and studied the most capable Dewbs in action but I was also put to work.

Today, I became the subject of that off camera line of sight that gives the natural, you’re looking towards me but not through me effect in videos. I became the person that the courageous, soul bearing people of The Foundry looked in the eye as they shared their journey. I was the placeholder for the people soon to be blessed by divinity documented in humanity.

I was not the interviewer. I did not ask questions. I could not respond verbally. All I could do, all I needed to do, was listen.

Women poured out their struggles and triumphs for the sake of amplifying the Gospel. They wept tears of painful pasts and a promising hope. They rejoiced in their weakness and walked transparently across a tightrope of raw relevancy. All for the cause of Christ.

I listened. I prayed. I praised.
I listened.

I was empowered as the enemy was defeated by the word of their testimony. (Revelations 12:11)

I am stronger.
I am encouraged.
I am grateful.
I am in awe.

God was glorified while the dichotomy of our undignified darkness was cast against the power of His light.

I listened and I heard God. I heard God in us. I heard us in Him.

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