I remember it as though it was yesterday.  It wasn’t something I had expected to miss. 

At 1,899 miles away from everything and everyone I knew, I had expected to miss my people and my food and my home. 

But what I hadn’t expected to miss? Target. 

Yup, that right. 

I sat in the Dominican Republic, surrounded by poverty, starvation and need, and I missed shopping at Target. 

It's ok. You can call me shallow, because I was. 

But I can honestly remember sitting in the little missionary house where I was staying and yearning fondly to walk once more through the clean, organized isles of the Target right by my house. 

Maybe that sounds weird to you, but let me explain.  For me, Target signified comfort. 

It sounded like waking up in a suburban house, getting in my car, and using my money to buy the food I liked. 

It sounded like my comfort zone. 

We all have those things that make us feel “comfortable.” 

Our world tell us, “Do everything to become more comfortable.” 

Every year, hundreds of products will be invented simply to make people more “comfortable.” 

Coffee shops, spas, salons and restaurants are built on the principle of making people feel “comfortable.” 

Home stores exists at every shopping center, offering ways to make your home more, “comfortable.” 

Where did this idea of “comfort” come from and how much of our life should really be focused on becoming more, “comfortable?”

I’m not saying the pursuit of comfort is bad or wrong.

But, sometimes, I wonder what Paul, or Peter, or Barnabas would think of our “comfortable Christianity.” 

Again, I’m not saying that “comfort” is wrong. 

Rather, I am suggesting that “comfort” can be lethal in our lives when we pursue it with greater fervency than we pursue the Jesus and His purposes.

As you look over your life, your day-to-day routines, and your relationships, are you pursuing what is “comfortable” or are you pursuing what is “Christ-like?” 

Are you reaching a hand across lines that society has built?

Are you sacrificing comfort to be radically inclusive in your relationships the way Jesus was? 

Are you willing to give up your “me time” to listen, to love, to serve, to SEE people? 

Comfort is not inherently bad. Comfort IS dangerous when it becomes our main pursuit. 

Ditch the comfort.  There is no adventure, risk or fulfillment found from living in comfort. 

Ultimately, we are not on this earth for ourselves and we are not here to just “be happy.”

Rather, we are invited to live for eternity. We are called to reorient our life around our eternal future. 

I am certain I do not want to arrive in Heaven and tell Esther, or David, or Abraham or Joseph about the many times I chose my comfort over people, fighting for justice, entering messy situations, or loving when it was inconvenient. 

I want to share how I sacrificed, how I surrendered my desires and my comfort to see more people enter into the gates of Heaven. 

I want to point to people who are standing by my side in eternity and say, “I remember when I chose to love them instead of choosing comfort. Praise God that He chose me to touch their life.” 

This is a vision and a pursuit truly worthy of my life and passion. 

Let’s surrender, love, serve, invest, sacrifice, and live on the edge of risk and in the light of eternity.