I met the most fascinating young man recently. He grew up in a refugee camp on the other side of the world, but was eventually able to leave that horrible life and get to the US, the land of the free. He entered an inner city high school with kids who spoke a language he barely knew. Someone shared the gospel with him for the first time and he accepted Christ. He’s now about to graduate from college and launch into the next phase of his life.
This degree he earned wasn’t about getting a good job and living the American dream. It was preparation for what he believes God is calling him to do. That call seems so unreal, so impossible. He’s going back. Back to the country that rejected him and his people. Back to a country without any of the creature comforts that he’s enjoyed for only a few years. And he’s doing it joyfully.
That kind of sacrifice is something I’ve only read about. He’s got his eye on the prize – leading a lost people to Christ at the expense of his own comfort and safety. “… Only do not turn your freedom into an opportunity to gratify your flesh, but through love make it your habit to serve one another.” (Galatians 5:13)