We suck at missions—all of us. We really don’t have a clue what we’re doing. We pretend to know, we create structures and strategies, but it’s all a façade to keep ourselves employed and comfortable.
I’m not pointing fingers—I’m in it too. I’m part of this dull, lifeless routine we call “missions”. Every day we show up to fill time and wait for the pay we haven’t earned.
I don’t know a single person—myself included—who’s fully surrendered to the mission, whether in India or anywhere else. No one truly gets it. That’s why we create our own definitions and deadlines—to give ourselves trophies and honour for “achievements” that don’t really matter.
We’re in it for the money. If our salaries disappeared, we’d disappear too. Every last one of us.
We are straight-up dumb in the mission field.
Instead of carrying the Gospel, we’ve become obstacles to it. Our lethargy gives pagan religions more room to grow. And one day, we’ll have to answer God for the time we’ve wasted, the energy we’ve misused, and the false image we’ve projected.
Let’s not kid ourselves—we’re not a “missions” team. We’re a “mission-sucking” team. The resources meant to reach the lost are being devoured by our own selfish comforts. We’ve become spiritual vampires, draining the life out of the mission field to feed our own bloated egos and bellies.
None of us has real stories from the field. Our so-called devotions are dry. Our worship is hollow. Our meetings are pointless noise.
We care more about fashioning our appearance than pursuing God in prayer. We cling to favourite Bible verses only when we’re down, not out of hunger for Him, but to soothe our felt needs.
There’s no fear of God in us. We’ve grown numb to His silence and chosen a path of comfort instead. We aren’t wrestling against the powers of darkness—we’re too busy fighting to preserve our own flesh.
We dream about doing big things for God, but we won’t take one step of faith. We sit safely on the fence, afraid to risk, unwilling to bleed.
Our conversations revolve around Netflix and Prime, on binge watching the latest series and not revival or intercession. Our prayers are thin and self-centred.
Here’s the choice: either leave missions and stop pretending, or be consumed by the fire of God and live it. Stop clinging to things that only make you feel good now, and start chasing what matters forever.
God isn’t interested in lukewarm hearts. He said He’d spew us out. I pray it’s not too late before we turn from our wicked ways and ask God’s mercy to start afresh for God’s mission and His work.
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