The Service of the Imperfect

The service of the imperfect.

I’ve learned there is no other kind.
Just because I desire to serve overseas, doesn’t mean I’m any holier than you. It doesn’t mean I have everything figured out or all sin is bound tightly outside of my gates. No... sin is crouching at my door just as, I’m sure, it is at yours.
And I think that is what sometimes makes this whole mission trip thing so tricky. So... guilt-giving. I feel like if I am going to profess Christ, and head overseas with Him as my purpose, I need to have things “more together” or be a more perfect model of him. I feel like I need to know precisely what I believe. And be walking that out day in and day out.

Well... such is not the case. I fail. I slip up. Sin. Disappoint.
Maybe the only good thing is that, despite all those failures and the imperfect nature that I’m composed of, I still want to serve. I crave it. And so... tomorrow morning I’ll wake up and bring this service of the imperfect to whoever needs it in Gabon. I can’t wait, and yet all day I’ve been sitting here wishing that I had more to offer.