Mission is Possible

Called to be a real Christian that does what real Christians would do

We have about twenty minutes left of class to work on the assignment due tomorrow. I shoved it in my bag, pulled my tangled earbuds out from under my books, and drowned out the obnoxious conversations that erupted all around me. I live for these moments in my day. I can rest my tired head on a cold desk and think about what I want to think about. And right now I'm thinking about what I'm going to spend my next $150 paycheck on. Maybe a nice pair of shoes and save the rest for coffee.

‘Moonlight' by X blared through my ears. I'm sure that by now I've drawn the attention of the class to my oblivious self but I just so happen to not care what people think today. That's what a couple years of high school does to a person, I suppose. Sucks the life and motivation out of them.

The music paused and this caught me off guard. I sat up and checked my phone. No messages. No alerts. No notifications. I pushed play and returned to my nap. Only this time seconds later an unfamiliar voice interrupted the song mid chorus.

"Child, can you hear me?"

Nearly falling out of my seat I flung my phone across the room and panicked. The class grew silent. Heads turned to face my direction.

"I'm sorry. I need to step in the hall really quick,"

My voice shuttered as I excused myself. What's going on. I clumsily snatched my phone and earbuds from the corner of the room and stumbled into the hall. Sinking into the stone wall and tucking my knees to my chest, I cautiously put the earbuds back into my disbelieving ears one at a time.

"Don't be afraid, listen to what I have to say,"

The voice thundered. It was as deep at the ocean. Kind and assuring. But something in me was still stirring. I could not pin a name to whose voice was speaking.

"WHO is this...?"

I asked.

" I Am who I Am. I have seen the pain and suffering of my people in your school. I have heard their thoughts of suicide, depression, doubt, and loneliness. So I have come down to rescue them from the power of evil in their lives and lead them out of the trap of sin and into a life of peace, free of worry. Now go! For I am sending you. You must lead my people out of the snares of the evil one and into the light of my love."

"Okay, but of all people you could have chosen, why me!? I am not fit for that. Who am I to go into my school? Who am I to speak for you?"

The bell rang. Students spilled out of their classes into the hall. Something was different though. I could smell depression as it walked by. I could see the pain in their eyes. I could sense loneliness in disguise. One girl specifically nearly walked right through me as she cried. She couldn't see through her red and teary eyes. My heart jumped into my throat for her, pulling me out of my comfort zone and into The Kingdom zone. This time God's voice thundered through my mind, not a microphone.

"I will be with you. When the love of God compels you to bring people out of their own oppression, you will worship God in these very halls. Now go, for I am with you. I will give you the words to say."

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Had this weird thought during math class one day. If this sounds familiar it's because I changed a few things said in Exodus 3:1-17 when God speaks to Moses at the burning bush. In the same way, God always wants to meet with you wherever you are. In the most unexpected places He'll call you to do something extraordinary. My advice is this—listen to His voice. Like Moses, you never know who you could be leading out of slavery.