Dear Friends and Family,
When my Twitter ministry failed to find traction earlier this year, I realized I misheard the Lord’s voice. He does not want me to start a Twitter ministry after all. I guess, as I say it out loud, the idea of a Twitter ministry sounds ludicrous. If God were to launch a social media ministry, he would probably stick with LinkedIn. Most of those users have jobs.
Anyway, God is calling me to Hawaii.
I know what you’re thinking, “Kevin, for how long and how can I help?”
Great questions. God wants to send me to Hawaii for two weeks. It is not a very long time, which makes it incredibly convenient and easy to commit. Really, I don’t have to sacrifice much. Spiritual commitments that require only short term sacrifices, I find, are usually best.
But the time is plenty and the impact immense! Building long lasting relationships, for instance, will serve as a primary purpose in this two week period. Not only will I minister to lost locals, but I will also bring the Light to all first class flight crew as well as hotel and restaurant staff (at least, those who speak proper English).
The game plan
Days 1-4: Spread the Gospel exclusively to surfing instructors. No doubt, they are empty, sinful creatures. I will “act” as a normal customer. I will partake in the surfing instructions. I will even surf. Because as Paul says, “If they surf, you must become a surfer.”
Days 5-7: Continue to surf; when done, visit schools and poor villages for premium photo ops
Day 8: Hike a volcano
Days 9-10: Inevitably, hide from the sun to heal your sun burns (God doesn’t always make it easy, does He?)
Days 11-12: Leave gospel tracts for God to work his magic to sushi cooks and barkeeps in some scenic strip of town
Days 13-14: Shopping
How you can help
1. Your prayers (obviously).
2. Your financial donations. If you feel moved to donate, please do! I am poor and could never afford this trip on my own.
3. Your Hawaiian touring suggestions. I have never been! What would you recommend???
I know how this looks. Hawaii is a little flashy. Some may suggest this trip is just an extravagant and expensive vacation, funded through the church and justified by God’s name.
Whoa whoa whoa. Listen, I didn’t ask for God to pick me. I’m sorry you weren’t chosen. Besides, it is not easy bringing God to a new area, wherever it is: tropical, third world, desert. But the Christian is always ready. And I don’t blame you for doubting either, or for your burning jealousy.
What I am saying is that I am up for the challenge of missions, the challenge of stepping outside my comfort zone, and the challenge of seeking and saving the lost. And speaking of LOST, can you still visit its filming location?
Please consider supporting me through my funding website, KevinsHawaiianGodcation.com. When God calls, I answer. Will you?
Thank you in advance,
::slow clap building to standing ovation::: 😉
Reblogged this on Life In The Question Marks and commented:
Some good, tongue-in-cheek humor from Kevin. Enjoy and please pray about sending him to Hawaii… 😉
Good Lord 😉
Back in my IVCF days, a friend went on a mission trip to Austria. It was for real.
very good- very well written and funny. My wife actually did go on a missions trip to Hawaii some years ago- she spent a month working with street kids, slept in an awful room with no window, and only got to surf once during her month long trip… which she funded herself. Now I’m thinking she went with the wrong organisation! The only mission trip I’ve ever been on was to London- which sounds exciting till you realise I only lived 50miles out of London at the time, and we went to an ‘interesting’ area- lots of crime and unemployment and no historic buildings. Definitely not a glamour trip.
You’re just begging for trouble again, aren’t you.
Suffering for the Lord by surfing? Why didn’t I think of that. Tell you what, I’ll pledge $1 if you will send me the perk of a pig on a spit with an apple in its mouth.
Haha. You got it!
Flat out truth! I stopped giving into these vacations, uh, missions trips, long ago. I get more bang for the buck by sending it to the locals to do the needed work in their own countries.
I was sat through an entire sermon while the pastor presented a slide show of his trip to Hawaii, what a crock! I have seen the light (truth) and can sniff out the bullpucky.
I once (not was, autocorrect or too much wine)