TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH.



 Oh wow, what a way to end this! I can hardly believe it’s already the final stretch of my Fearless Institute Leadership Bootcamp Course. This journey has been so transformative, and as I sit here reflecting on everything I’ve learned, one thing stands out so clearly: the call for me, as a leader, to go out and make Jesus known. That’s not something I take lightly at all. It’s both a privilege and a great responsibility.

Throughout this year, I’ve had the opportunity to participate in various mission experiences, each one teaching me something new about God’s heart for people. I’ve come to see that the Great Commission is not just a suggestion; it’s our core assignment as believers. Sometimes, the idea of going out, speaking about your faith, or stepping into new territory where you might not know anyone can look scary or even overwhelming. But one thing has become so evident: you can never do the work of evangelism without the help of the Holy Spirit.

When you let Him lead, fear loses its power. You stop worrying about what to say or how people will respond, because suddenly it’s not about you anymore, it’s about Jesus being made known. I’ve experienced that quiet courage that comes when you rely on God instead of yourself. It’s like He whispers, “I’m with you,” and everything changes.

My most recent mission trip to Uganda was truly eye-opening. We attended the Mountain of the Lord’s Camp at Worship Harvest, and I still can’t shake off one story I heard there. There was this pastor who started really small, just seven people meeting in a house. He wasn’t entirely sure about his calling at first and, like most of us, had his share of excuses. But when he finally said yes to God, that simple act of obedience set something incredible in motion.

He walked faithfully with those seven people, encouraging them, discipling them, and creating rhythms of fellowship and growth. Over time, that small group multiplied, becoming a vibrant Missional Community. And now, he leads a thriving church of over four hundred people! Can you imagine that? From seven to four hundred, all because one man obeyed God’s voice and trusted His leading. That story moved me deeply. It reminded me that God never asks for perfection, only obedience. When we take a step of faith, He multiplies our efforts beyond what we could ever accomplish on our own.

It made me ask myself, how many times have I hesitated when God nudged me to speak to someone or take a step of faith? How many times have I let fear or comfort win? The truth is, many of us have the best intentions. We pray, we read our Bibles, we attend services, we serve faithfully, we give, and we even do good in our communities. But if we’re not actively sharing Jesus, if we’re not helping others come to know Him, then we’re missing out on the very heartbeat of our faith.

It may sound harsh, but it’s true. The Great Commission wasn’t given to a select few; it was given to all of us. Jesus didn’t say, “Stay where you are and be nice Christians.” He said, “Go and make disciples of all nations.” That’s our job description. It’s what we were created for, to reflect His light in a dark world.

As I wrap up this season and look forward to what’s next, I feel super challenged and equally excited. This year is ending on a high note for me because I now have a clearer understanding of my purpose. My prayer is that God would lead me, and all of us, to do exactly what He’s called us to do. That we’d be the quickest feet He can send, carrying His name to our Jerusalems, our Judeas, our Samarias, and yes, even to the ends of the earth.

May we never grow comfortable just sitting in church, taking notes, and calling it a day. There’s a world out there that’s desperate for hope, and we carry that hope within us. Let’s go out boldly, fully relying on the Holy Spirit, and make Jesus known wherever we go.

Blessings!

 

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