Passengers in Ministry
By: Susan Naslund
I have more freckles (and let's face it, age spots) on my right arm than on my left. My dermatologist tells me this is because for most of my life, I have more often been a passenger than a driver.
There are lots of great things about being a passenger in life. It is nice to be driven. To be taken care of. It is a pleasure to be in the passenger seat. With my elbow resting on the door, I notice the little things on the edge of the road that cannot be viewed from the other side of the car.
While admiring the beauties and the oddities I encounter on my journeys, my mind wanders. There is exhilaration in dreaming and imagining.
Most importantly, I have learned to trust. Each time I fasten my seat belt, I rely on my pilot to take me safely to my destination, whether it is to a familiar place or to new territory.
Next month I am going to lease a new car. It will be a plug-in variety, one that will use the solar panels on our roof to convert the sun into energy that will charge its motor. Without fuel costs and with fewer environmental consequences, I will be driving a lot more. And I will be driving with a purpose.
My left arm will be exposed to more sun as I head out to see what mission work other United Methodist Churches are doing in East County, in the beach towns, and at the border. How are they spreading the gospel of Christ through acts of service in their communities? I will let you know what I encounter.
If you are on Facebook, I urge you to follow a new page entitled “South District of the United Methodist Church.” There, in the weeks to come, you will be able to read about what I discover on my travels.
When you hear about the wonderful things our fellow United Methodists are doing, I hope you will be inspired. I hope you will dream and imagine how you can work along side them. I hope you will trust me to take you there. Will you be my passenger?