The call.

Wow… another flight across the world. These moments really are starting to “merge” into one. This last good bye was a hard one. I mean not hard like it was saying good bye to my Fiancé but definitely right up there… well… really difficult in a different way. This last goodbye was with my spiritual brother. I am a follower of Jesus. I firmly believe in 2 things. I believe that every follower of Yeshua (Hebrew for Jesus) has a call on their lives. John 10:10 says, “The thief comes to rob kill and destroy, but I have come so you may have life more abundantly.” I like the translation that says “Life to the extreme.” I don’t believe God gives us calling because we need to do stuff for him… He’s God… he doesn’t need us to do sweet squat….. and the type of thinking in believers that says that we are required to do works… well that’s religion.. I believe the reason God gives us calling is for that exact reason in John 10:10…. Because every human being needs calling. It’s that element that makes us thrive. It makes us have a full, abundant, EXTREME LIFE.

I was speaking of 2 things I firmly believe. The second is this. I believe that in our life… every so often God will bring a person so imperative to our ministry and calling that you fit them and they fit you like a puzzle. Now hopefully if you are married or getting married your spouse is that person. In my case I believe my fiancé is defiantly a person who share passion vision and calling with me. But I also believe that there are very significant people outside of marriage that ministry wouldn’t be the same without. A yolk fellow. One who you share the wait with. David was married, but he had Jonathon. This man who understood his heart. Helped him fight his battles as a man. They protected each other… shared a common passion...pushed each other on through the tough times.

That person for me is the person I lived with a shared vision and God given passion with for the past 3 years. David Torr is a man with so much deep over flowing passion. His heart breaks for South Africa. A nation that isn’t even the place of his birth. But he is more African than some Africans. He would die for South Africa, to share the love of Jesus with it’s people. I am proud to think of him as a brother. I can’t wait to be in South Africa with him just doing what God has told us to do. To give it all and not count the cost.

It’s awesome to share life with people who understand your passion. And they understand what passion is. It’s that thing that you would suffer for. That you would do for. For Dave and I it’s First Jesus and tied into that the people of South Africa… and the rest of Africa… or in fact any place that God calls us to.