Give me a cause to live and die for,
But let it be a great cause,
Exceedingly great and momentous,
Something that would take all the fight in me,
Something that would draw from me,
Wracked and panting with weariness,
And in the very face of death, and disaster,…
A song of victory.
(anonymous)
And although this all seems so easy in words, in truth even the Son of Man, cried tears of blood, saying, “Lord let this cup pass away from me…” For in truth, God’s Mission is the most terrifying work of all— The Kingdom of God is such that to usher it, one must go not to the wide paths where it is easy but the narrow paths where there are thorns. It is such that one must risk honor and reputation, and slander, and bear being called a fool, a rebel, an atheist or whatever abominable names that the oppressor can conjure, just for the sake of the Kingdom. The Mission area is an area where even angels fear to tread, where one must walk where even the brave dare not go. The mission is where even St Peter, the Rock himself, would have escaped from when he left Rome only to be confronted on the road by Jesus Himself. St. Peter asked, “Qou Vadiz, Lord?” Jesus answered, “To Rome to be crucified once again.” And thus St. Peter went back to Rome, to face his own crucifixion in the tradition of the Master—for no servant is greater than the Master. Are we really ready to face the Missions? Or in other words, Are we really ready to face our own crucifixion? Honestly, for my self I am not sure. Yet history has given us so many shining examples of those who followed the Will of the Father and lived.
