For the past week, we’ve been teaching English. Every other day, it’s a new school with new faces. And we have two days.
So for two days, we do all we can to start building a simple foundation. We start with a song, then we get into a whole chair situation that I’m not going to try to explain. At some point we start adding in verbs, emotions, sometimes tenses. We go through the months of the year, the days of the week, simple conversation pieces. When there’s nothing else, the Cupid Shuffle takes a turn.
We spend two days singing, dancing, and explaining. Repeating and repeating again and repeating again. Sweating, screaming,and laughing. We start to build relationships. We start to see results.
And then at the end of those two days, we get 20 minutes.
It can be hard to get permission to share the gospel, but every school has granted us the time we need. So after all the teaching, when we’ve utilized every plan B and we’ve mustered every once of energy, we get 20 minutes to talk about Jesus.
We preform a skit, which quickly explains the core of the gospel, and then one of us will explain what and who it’s about, why it’s important, and to please please please with a cherry on top come to us if they have any questions. We hand out a little packet, give 100 hugs, and that’s it. We’re outta there, don’t know if we’ll ever be back.
And let me tell you something…
It is worth it.
No, for real.
It is worth it.
It has never been so worth it.
If this is what it takes. Two days of English for only 20 minutes of Jesus, it will always be worth it.
Because those 20 minutes might be the first time any of those kids have heard of Jesus. Because those 20 minutes might be a little girls first glimpse of salvation. Because those 20 minutes might over flow to a conversation at the dinner table with a students parents, starting as a simple, “what did you learn today?”
Because God might use 20 minutes to plant the firmest of seeds.
Might. Maybe. Hopefully. Not garenteed.
Those mights, those maybes. They are worth it.
Because if only one comes to know the Father, I would call it worthy.
Because if only one comes to know the Father, that might mean hundreds later.
Sometimes Jesus flys you across the world for two months. Sometimes He calls you to fundraise, speak in church, and go to training camp. Sometimes He asks you to travel 33 hours, miss out on your usual summer adventures, and leave every comfort you’ve ever known packed away in boxes.
And sometimes it’s all for a precious 20 minutes.
And let me tell you something…
It will never stop being worth it.
