Friday, March 26, 2010
The Call of Starfish
It’s spring break and there’s been a lot of mission trips taking place these past couple weeks. My sister left for India again, and my best friends are experiencing their first mission work in Borneo. For some of the kids it’s the first time they’ve left the country, for others it’s the second time they’ve gone on the trip. What’s the point of these trips? They want to make a difference in the world, and they figure going half way across the world to build a couple churches will make that difference.
Ok, maybe not. They know it won’t change the WHOLE world, but it’ll make a difference for the town they go to. Not only for the people in that town today, but also for years and years afterwards.
There was this boy walking across the beach. This beach was covered in starfish, everywhere, packed on top of each other, covering the whole shore. He would bend down, pick up a starfish and throw it as far as he could into the ocean. This repeated motion appeared to not tire him. An old man was walking behind him, and when he caught up with the boy he called out to him, “Do you really think you’ll be able to save all of these starfish? Why are you even trying? Do you really think it‘ll make a difference? Give up and go home.” The boy turned around to face the man. He picked up a starfish, looked at it, and threw it into the ocean. Then he looked back at the man. “It made a difference for that one.”
I’ve heard this story more times than I can remember, but I absolutely love it. These missionaries are making a difference. They do matter. God is calling them to give. Give of their time, their energy and efforts for His work. I admire all of those who don’t abandon that call, and go out into the world to make a difference.