A week ago and a half ago I was over at a friend's house talking with their neighbor. They were explaining to me why they love Cookeville, TN so much. Their reason as good as it may have been for them, broke my heart for me and for other people. They said, "I love Cookeville so much because everyone here is a christian." My heart just hurt when she said that. I thought to myself, man I don't ever want to live somewhere where everyone is a christian. I rather live places where there aren't many christians.
The same conversation came up later with my husband that week. My husband had a job interview, and he was telling me all about it. What he would make financially working there, and then went on to say, "everyone is a believer, and good christian people." Then I looked at him and said, "but you don't want to work in an atmosphere like that. You want to work where you have been working, with people that don't know Jesus so you can be a light to them." To which he responded, he realized that.
We are coming to learn in this season of rest, rest doesn't mean vacation. We aren't taking a year of rest to vacation from being the church. Being the church isn't Sunday mornings, but every second of everyday wherever we are. I think what rest means for us, is to take a rest from being consumed by ministry, and the duties of running and building a church. But rather resting from that, and still being Jesus minded and seeking the lost, and building disciples.
With that, when our season of rest has come to an end we now know, we are feeling called somewhere where maybe christians aren't the majority. A place, where we can be lights in the darkness, and bring Jesus to people who are thirsty. We are excited for rest, not vacation. And we are excited for where God may be calling us next.
xo a girl who sleeps with the pastor