When I was a new Christian, freshly saved from a life of death and destruction, I remember the fire in my belly, the passion in my soul, the joy in my eyes and the hunger in my heart to know this God. I remember saying, here I am send me I will go for you wherever you send me. Oh the joys of unbridled love, oh the willingness to lay it all down and follow this man who saved your life. I remember the colors of the trees, flowers and clouds were so vibrant; the love for people was undeniable; the desire to sing, shout and say things about my God came freely from me. No holds bar, nothing was off limits. Do you remember those days in your life?
Then some years went by and I heard other Christians say things like, I will follow Jesus anywhere, but I am not going on the mission field because He is going to make me live in a grass hut and sleep on a dirt floor somewhere. It was not meant to affect me, but it did. I remember sitting in the chapel at my Bible school in Issaquah, WA and one of our professors said, “If you are not called to stay and pay, you are called to go on the mission field.” I sat in that wooden pew and said in my heart, I am called to stay and pay. The year was 1995.
The year is now 2004 and I have lived in a revival culture for four years and the desire to go and preach what I had learned was burning in me. I remember I had my face against the wall during a prayer time on a Thursday night and I was crying out for God to send me. Little did I know I was about to go on a life changing mission to Malaysia that was to be 4 months but lasted 9 years. I never lived in a hut, never slept on a dirt floor, but I went and it changed me yet again in ways nothing else could.
Now my prayer is for a grass hut with a dirt floor just as the psalmist said in Psalm 61, “Let me dwell in Your tent forever; Let me take refuge in the shelter of Your wings. Selah.” There is no place I would rather be dwelling than in the tent of God’s presence. The habitation of God is more enjoyable to me than anything I have ever seen or heard. He is that amazing, I love being alone with Him. It is in the tent where the fire never goes out, the passion never dies and the songs never cease to stop. It is also where the here I am send me is restored and first love never wanes. Oh that we would be tent dwellers.










