Three years ago I found myself at a crossroads in my life. At the time it seemed as though I had two choices: attend Oklahoma Baptist University or enroll at Oklahoma State University. The first would open a door into the realm of living a missional life with promises of discipleship and spiritual development. The latter offered an opportunity to make a difference in the lives of the 925 million hungry people in our world today. Tough choice, right?
See, God gave me this immense desire to do both missions and agriculture. The Bible, especially the gospels, is filled with agricultural metaphors. Jesus used language the people understood to explain Godly things. To add to that, when the people gathered to hear him teach he fed them. Jesus knew both the hearts and the stomachs of the people needed to be filled with nourishment.
Unfortunately, finding others with this same passion is hard. I have been earnestly praying for three years that God would send me someone with a like mind. Thankfully, God has heard my prayers and has sent me my brother who now resides in Honduras. Over spring break I went to visit him and his family. My intention was not to visit the Mayan ruins or the well known islands. No, my purpose was to live life how they do each and every day.
A lot happened in those short four days I was in Honduras; I’m sure I will write about it all at a later date. For now, I just wanted to introduce myself and this crazy heart that I have.
