I spent the last two weeks in St. Augustine, Florida at Young Life’s New
Staff Training and Cross-Cultural Orientation, which, like everything else Young Life does, was executed with brilliance and excellence. But before you get too jealous
of Florida in January, know that I spent 95% of my time in hotel conference
rooms and was deprived of the beautiful, warm streets and weather. But I wouldn't trade that 95% for anything. I learned some
pretty incredible things and met some pretty amazing people in those conference
rooms. That you can be jealous of.
I’m still processing everything I learned, and believe me
it’s a ton. But if there’s one thing that has really stood out to me, it’s this
idea of “American Christianity.” It's actually been a badgering thought in the
back of my head for a couple years now, but not until recently has it boiled so
close to the surface.
Let me preface with I love
America. Like. A whole, whole lot. I saw American Sniper this afternoon, and my heart swelled with pride, patriotism, and emotion. I hold my
American values and beliefs near and dear to my heart, especially as my move to
Germany gets closer and closer.
But as I process everything I’ve learned over the last
couple weeks, I realize how American culture has shaped my view of Jesus. Not
in a bad way. But it’s definitely limited how I live this so-called Christian life.
I’ve been studying the Jewish culture that Abraham and Jesus lived in, the Greek culture
that Paul reached out to, present-day German culture, my own American
culture, and a few others. It’s broadened my mind, and if I’m being perfectly honest, there are
times when I don’t like or want that. It’s hard, painful, and challenging
to step outside of my American worldview.
So this I struggle with: I’m not called to be an
American-minded Christian… I’m called to be a Kingdom-minded Christian. Now, that doesn’t mean I abandon my American values. I believe God is sovereign, and He
100% intended for me to grow up in the south of the United States. But being
Kingdom-minded means I become a student of other cultures. God is so much
bigger than my little corner of the world, whether that corner is Fayetteville, Arkansas
or Munich, Germany. His mission is bigger than that. His mission is to everyone… Everywhere. Including, but certainly not limited to those corners. He’s been calling people from every
nation and culture back to Himself for thousands of years, and somehow I fit
into His mission at this point in history. And not in my home country.
It’s deeply humbling.
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