I once thought about becoming a youth minister, and asked my dad what he thought.
Without even taking time to think about it he said, “No.”
After a few days went by, it started eating at me as to why he said no so fast. So I called him up and asked why he’d said no.
He then told me he thought I would make a great youth minister, but if I had to ask, it was not the job for me.
My dad told me if I was going to be a preacher or missionary of any kind it has to be such a strong passion that there is no way my mind can be changed, or it will not succeed.
I have been good at lots of things.
In my younger days I never found anyone I could not beat in a mile race.
I have never found anything I can’t fix.
But those are not passions; they are just things I’m good at.
I have such a strong pull to go help people in Wasilla that even if it is just one person I reach, it is worth it.
God has put it on my heart to go.
I have talked to the girls and my wife many times about this. And I asked them the same thing Jesus asked in Luke 14:25-30.
I told them that we may be sleeping on the floor for a few months before we can get a bed. I told them it was going to be a hard road.
Everyone has agreed it does not matter. The pull is too great. Not going would just make us miserable. We would rather go sleep on the ground, sit on the floor, and eat from the pot we cook in than sit here with all our stuff.
Wasilla is just a small part in what is going on.
When Noah built, God brought the animals to the ark.
Wasilla is the location God is telling us to build a teen center, and He will bring the people we are supposed to minister to.
I know most people don’t get it. No we don’t hear voices but God keeps opening doors and I keep walking through and this is the place He has led me.
Our whole family has a peace and joy about it. And my girls and wife are amazed at the things they are able to give up without a second thought.
It’s not about how many people we may help. It may be 100. But if it’s just ONE person it still matters 100%. This is what we know we are supposed to do.
God turned 5 loaves and 2 fish into enough to feed 5 thousand.
There’s no limit to what He can do with 20 homeless kids.