Missions

So I'm writing a ten page paper, but I thought I should take a break and write something that came to mind. Well I'm writing a paper on Native American values and how they are similar to Christian values. I found a lot of good stuff, anyway I'm reading on the history of missionaries coming from Europe to the New World and its funny how the Indians embraced the new religion and some Indians embraced it so well that they wanted to become priests for their own people. Instead of concentrating more on the Indians I concentrated more on the missionaries work and I realized that some missionaries make their mission place their home. God told us that we should go to the ends of the earth to preach the Good News, but the end of the world has been reached (except for some tribes in the Amazon that have probably not been found yet). I'm realizing more and more that the ends of the earth for me is right here, where I am right now, in my city. This is my home, this is my mission field, I don't need to go to another country or wutevs because sooner or later it will also become my home.
Side note, God told us we should not be like the world, meaning that this earth is not my home, so doesn't that mean that the ends of the earth is everywhere I go to?
Sorry this might sound all like a blabber so if it does don't be afraid to ask me what I mean because I know I don't make sense at times.
I'm outs.

Being a Christian

When I took public speaking my first semester in college we had to go up and read an excerpt or story to the class as a speaker should. Well one student went up and read the poem that I posted below. It is written by Carol Wimmer. I really like the poem, except for one thing it says in the poem, but its pretty to the point.
A lot of times people believe I'm perfect and that I am ignorant of the world around me. Just because I am a Christian does not mean that I'm optimistic and that I push Jesus down people's throats. I have suffered the pain of divorce, a family member doing drugs, my own depression, bickering that I have nothing to do with but in which I'm in the middle of it, poverty, and the list can go on. I'm not perfect. When I first became a Christian I gave my life to Christ because I could not deal with it anymore. I was on the brink of suicide and then God told me He had plans for me and all I needed to do was trust Him. My depression went away for awhile, it was so liberating. Of course, I still suffer from depression from time to time, but it is not to an extent where I lose hope, I always get right back up. So for those who think my life is perfect, its not. And for those who don't like me because of one thing or other, I'm sorry for any wrong I have done to you, I'm only human and so are you. I don't do anything to not be liked, plus if you don't like me then you don't know me at all because if you did, then you would know that God loves me and that God commands us to love each other like God loves us. Anyway, give me some of your thoughts on the poem. Do you like it or don't like it? I'm outs

When I say "I am a Christian"...

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I am saved"
I'm whispering "I get lost!"
"That is why I chose this way."

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble
and need someone to be my guide.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak
and pray for strength to carry on.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed
and cannot ever pay the debt.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
my flaws are too visible
but God believes I'm worth it.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartaches
which is why I seek His name.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I do not wish to judge.
I have no authority.
I only know I'm loved.

Leaving it all inside

I haven't written a poem in awhile. This is a different style than how I usually write, but I want to experiment. Tell me what you think.

It’s hard to breath
I keep it all inside
And that is all I feel

Scream loud
Know my thoughts
My heart is about to burst

Fake smile
Keep on going
Leave me be

I want what is inside out
I want to play
And experience this life

Us together
What were we thinking?
People are different

The mouth that
Speak sweet nothing’s in my ear
It just hurts more

Let me stay
I love you
And want only you