To the Ends of the Earth
I’ve always thought “to the ends of the earth” sounded like something for missionaries — people who sell everything, move across oceans, and preach in places no one has ever heard the name of Jesus. But lately, God has been showing me that “the ends of the earth” isn’t just a destination — it’s a heart posture. Sometimes, the ends of the earth is not a faraway land. It’s the uncomfortable yes. It’s the person who hurt you that God asks you to forgive. It’s the small conversation you didn’t plan to have but that turns into someone meeting hope again. This year at Fearless has stretched me in ways I didn’t expect. Each topic, each assignment felt like another corner of my heart being reached by God’s truth. I realized that going to the ends of the earth begins by letting Him reach the ends of me — the places I keep hidden, the fears I disguise as busyness, the doubts I baptize with nice words. It’s easy to say, “Lord, send me anywhere,” until He ...