full-time ministry?

Greetings from the latter end of a beautiful Sunday here in Maine!

I meant to get this up earlier. I will try to be more regimented in the future. But today was kinda cool and slowed me down, so let me tell you about it!

Today after church we had a “family meeting” in which the whole congregation got together, ate a dynamite potluck, and talked about the vision of the church and where we are now as a healthy organization of the big “C” church that are the followers of Jesus on this earth. After the meeting, my dear friend Natalie asked if I wanted to hang out after church. I always want to hang out after church. Sometimes it’s really hard to come back to a spiritually deficient place after being surrounded by the wonderful body of believers I do life with. I looked her dead in the eyes and said, “I need to be near the water today.” So we drove to Deering Oaks park, sat by the pond among the hundredfold of waterfowl, and talked for hours-something I had been needing as my number of christian friends on campus has dwindled down to about 2 or 3 since I got here as a freshman. I miss being able to go down the hall and talk to a friend who I know is going to give me good, healthy advice. Afternoons like these water and refresh my soul.

Something I have been thinking about a lot lately is the question of full-time ministry. When you hear the words, what do you think of?

  1. Pastors, obviously
  2. Evangelists, like Billy Graham
  3. Missionaries, and I’m not talking about short term missions.

You wouldn’t think of a 20 year old college student, would you now. But here’s the reality…WE ARE ALL DOING FULL-TIME MINISTRY!

If you have accepted Jesus into your heart, you are signed up for full-time ministry. It doesn’t look the same for a lot of people. In fact, the majority of christians are not going to be the 3 things I mentioned above. They are going to show people Jesus in their workplaces, families, and hobbies. Let me give you an example…

When I was a freshman, the two clubs I loved and still love doing were Navs (obviously) and Martial Arts Club. I was a white belt, and I didn’t even have a gee (uniform) yet. But by the time my freshman year was over, I had half of the Martial Arts Club coming to Navs and hearing about Jesus on a consistent basis. One of those guys even accepted Jesus into his heart a year later, after many tears, toils, and hardships in our friendship. PRAISE GOD! What was the secret? Starting a conversation about God with him one night at a trampoline park. Listening to who was hungry for the Word, and praying for the boldness to ask them about Jesus. I looked down the row one Nav Night and saw that it was almost all my martial arts peeps who I was sitting next to. Something clicked, but I haven’t fully realized it until now.

We make evangelism so complicated. It’s not. It is simply inviting someone to church, or a campus ministry, or a bible study, or even having intentional conversations with people, and letting God do the rest.

I counted up the hours a week I put into Navs. I promise you, I’m not exaggerating-it’s enough to qualify for a part time job, about 12-15 hours a week, and no, I do not get paid for it. But why do I do it, you then may ask???

Because I care about this campus. I care about the people who are lost in the darkness that is college culture-drinking, drugs, casual sex, toxic relationships, you name it and we sadly have it. So when people ask me if I’m doing full-time ministry, my response is “heck yes.” Because there are people right next door to me who are hurting, and I know the cure for the sickness. His name is Jesus Christ.

Go and tell someone about Him today.

~J

“Then he said to his disciples, ‘The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest to send out workers into his harvest field.” -Matthew 9:37-38

 

 

 

 

what’s on my mind?

What is on my mind on this beautiful fall Sunday in Maine? 3 things of course…

1) A place that has absolutely captivated my life-Wind River Ranch.

This place is so special. It is a christian family dude ranch out in Estes Park, Colorado that specializes in family ministry and restoration in the beautiful setting of the Rocky Mountains, as well as inviting veterans, first responders, in-need families, pastors, and missionaries, and sex-trafficking victims to stay at the ranch basically for free. Wouldn’t you know it, but two years ago in my freshman dorm this yankee girl ended up living right next to a real-life cowgirl named Gabrielle who worked there for FOUR YEARS! One night at a potato party (you know you live in Maine when people get together and eat potatoes for fun) I asked her what she did over the summer and she said she worked at a place called Wind River Ranch in Colorado. I thought that was pretty cool, applied after my jaw dropped looking at pictures of the place, and actually got hired to be the videographer and to start in May with ZERO prior videography experience. Ever since, my life has never been the same. The same goes for all the families and young men and women that go to the ranch to vacation or to work on staff. Now, I am a part-time cowgirl and can ride horses, rock cowboy boots, and know what it means to work really really hard.

My boss and summer dad, Aaron, said to me before I left that he wished I could stay for Autumn up in the mountains, and I looked longingly up at Longs Peak shrouded in clouds and said “me too.” My time there was only for the summers, and God blessed me with two of them. Some stay to work into the fall, but alas, school. When school starts, it’s hectic enough where my mind doesn’t wander back to the mountains so much. But once things start to settle down and get cold, it’s like the wind that blows over the ranch comes all the way to Maine just to whisper to my heart how much I love that place and miss it. The fact that I might never see the aspen trees turn golden yellow, or to feel so free on my favorite horse loping through our front meadow in the afternoon, or that I might never see some of the friends I made there over 2 years ever again truly makes my heart hurt. Being on staff was truly a once in a lifetime experience. Where else can I go and eat, sleep, work, play, cry, laugh, and sing 24 hours a day, 7 days a week for a whole summer with 35ish individuals who are completely different from me, yet have everything in common like the early church in Acts 2:44. To all my WR friends, I am praying for you, and love you so much more than you will ever know…

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My ABSOLUTE favorite picture I have taken at the ranch-thank you Ashley for being a gorgeous sunset model for this picture.

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I think the most beautiful girls find their way to work at Wind River.

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Julie and I after getting into the lava cake batter as Friday night servers!

 

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Jori and I sitting in the barn loft looking at this beautiful place and savoring it. This was taken on my very last day at the ranch, like literally my shuttle to the airport was coming in 2 hours to get me.

2) Something that takes up an awful lot of my time and heart-Navigators!

No seriously though. Don’t join Navigators if you’re not ON FIRE for Jesus. We don’t mess around. I’m in the collegiate branch of the Navigators at USM, and boy, am I glad I joined when I got here. This group has been REVOLUTIONARY to me. Here, they taught me what it means to be a disciple of Jesus, of those older than me, and how to disciple and care well for others. I am even going to join Navs staff in 2 years when I graduate to do EDGE ministry. To go back and disciple other girls to Jesus, and to be on fire for Him and incite change in one of the darkest places in America-college campuses. It’s not a matter of ‘if’ anymore, but ‘when’. How God called me to that and what my mentorship relationship is at the moment is a story for another day.

We have started the year and are hitting the ground running at USM. Nav nights are steadily populating and as the craziness of the first few weeks of school start to die down, we are providing a safe place for on-campus christians to find community, as well as inviting our non-christian (yet) friends to come and see who this Jesus person is. Since I am the president of our group and a student leader, expectations for me are held high, as they should be. I not only accept that challenge, but welcome it. I know underclassmen are looking to me to be a solid person in this time of transition for them away from home maybe for the first time and into college on their own. And so I shall be. There will be days when I fail, surely, but it is then I look to my fellow student leaders to lift me up and come alongside me, so that when I leave this campus in 2 years, there will be people who have been made better because they met the Jesus that lives in me. Would you join me in praying for my campus and ones like us all over America? That God will show me the girls who are ready to be discipled, and that more and more will come to know their Savior every semester? More updates and prayer requests on Navs at USM will surely come as we move on into the semester…

 

3) Benzaldehyde!

Haha, not just benzaldehyde, but all organic molecules. This semester, I am FINALLY finishing up the necessary chemistry classes for a B.S. in Environmental Science. After passing a whole year of General Chemistry, I am now into Organic Chemistry I. DUN DUN DUN!!!!!!

In all seriousness, this is probably the hardest class I will take here at USM. Organic Chemistry is an infamous GPA murderer across the nation. However, I am working very hard so I can pass this class and the 4 hour lab that comes with it, hopefully with grades that will not tank my GPA, and move one step closer to graduating college. The funny thing about chemistry though, is that God has actually on several occasions spoken very clearly to me through it. I did not take chemistry in high school at all, and when I got to college, I was at a huge disadvantage. It was/is the bane of my academic career, but He uses what I learn in the class to illustrate things to me in a way that makes sense. I wish I could explain it better or try to give an example, but I fear I might either be blasphemous or chemically incorrect, so I will refrain. At this point in my life, I don’t know which one is worse. Please keep praying for me as I’m going to need a lot of support to get me through this class!

EW!!

I’m thinking posts will be at least weekly, but if there’s something really cool going on, we might do two a week or so! Shalom for now!

~J

here goes something…!

The sincerest of welcomes to my newest endeavor/adventure!

I have been absolutely inspired by the rise in blog posts I see on my Facebook feed, of topics ranging from food to farm life to ministry updates. All of these things I love, by the way.

The idea for a blog came about while I was away this summer at Wind River Ranch for my second time on staff as the ranch videographer/photographer, or more commonly and lovingly referred to as “camera girl”. My number one priority in my life (besides my Savior, of course) is people. So I make it my business to connect with my friends in whatever form that takes. Alas, there are only so many hours in a day, and as the sweet friends and guests I got to know from all over the country and the world started accumulating, I thought to myself, “There is no way I can keep in contact with everyone individually, as much as I would like to!” And so the idea to keep a blog was conceived…

I am calling it Water From the Rock based off of the story in Numbers 20, which is one of my favorite stories in the entire Bible. The Israelites are wandering through the desert wilderness and start to complain that Moses brought them there to die. So God tells Moses to strike a rock and water will flow from it so that they can drink. Moses, angry and probably dehydrated, strikes the rock twice with his staff. Water starts to flow, but because Moses distrusted what God said and struck the rock twice and did not consider Him holy in his sight, the Lord says to him that he (Moses) will never bring them into the Promised Land. The place was called Meribah, and is referenced frequently later on in the Bible as a warning against hardening the heart and not entering into the perfect rest that comes from God, specifically in another one of my favorite passages, Psalms 95:8…

“Today, if you would only hear his voice, do not harden your heart as you did at Meribah, as you did that day at Massah in the wilderness…”

I know what it means to harden your heart all too well. But I also know what it means when water bursts forth from the rock in your life, when things click and finally make sense and are at peace. It is a very important story to me because it soothes my soul when other words most of the time do not…

I adore reading my mentor Haley’s blog. Hers is a blog solely devoted to ministry updates and the happenings of her time here on staff with the Navigators at the University of Southern Maine, which I attend and am heading into my junior year at. Disclaimer to anyone who has read hers, mine as you can tell, is going to be very similar. But I get to add fun stuff, like stories (we’re gonna have a lot of those cause I’m a storyteller folks), pictures, poetry, rants, everything! Strap in your seat-belts, ’cause this is going to be a wild ride!

I mean, if you know me well, you know that everything I do is, and I usually drag the people I’m with deep in as well. I implore always to find the fun in everything. I have been this way since I was a child, truly. The only difference is I’ve gotten (slightly) taller. I’m just a curly-headed, big brown-eyed child in the body of an adult now. Oops…

I don’t really know what this is going to look like yet, but I’m REALLY excited to have you guys walk alongside me together in it! Posts could be once a week, once a month, or even once a day-wouldn’t that be an adventure?! This is going to be a place of stories, whether from my past or what’s happening right now on campus at USM, a place of reconnection for those I have not been able to talk to in a long time, and a place of release for me, which might just be the most important part. Know as you read these posts that this is what my mind is like 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I have an inner monologue that never takes a day off. It’s like a film reel on an old movie projector-that thing will spin and spin and spin unless you turn it off or it runs out of film. I don’t see either of those scenarios playing out anytime soon, so in the meantime, let’s walk through this journey together. I can only tell you about the life I’m living right now, as a 20 year-old christian female college student in southern Maine. But perhaps it is a life you have never gotten to truly see into before…

~J

P.S. The URL is funky because if I wanted it to be waterfromtherock.wordpress.blog, I would have had to pay. And if any of you know me, I’m incredibly cheap so fromtherock.water.blog it is!